His words almost sent her over the edge, but she wasn’t ready to get there yet. She wanted to milk every last drop of sensation.
And she wanted to touch him too. With unsteady hands, she discovered all the ridges and lines of his chest. She tugged on the smattering of chest hair, loving how hard and male he was as he continued to play her clit like a musician played an instrument.
The pleasure grew more intense with each stroke. Faster flicks. More pressure on her most intimate spot.
It grew harder to breathe.
So close.
He pushed deep with one finger and pinched her clit.
She gasped in air.
“Yes, let yourself go.”
She flew, exhaling in short little puffs as her body trembled through the climax.
And then, despite his request for her eyes to stay open, she closed them to ride out the wave.
With her body shaking and her mind spinning, he caught her mouth in another deep kiss.
One that claimed. One that was all kinds of possessive. One that she was pretty sure would eviscerate her ability to walk afterward.
When he finally lifted his head, her arms were around him, and she wasn’t sure she wanted to let go.
He nuzzled her ear. “That was a fun appetizer.”
“What?” The word had been almost impossible to form.
“Let’s head inside and let the real fun begin.”
With her body still humming, and the ache deep between her legs still unfulfilled, she gave a small nod.
“Might as well use those extra rooms they kept forcing on us.”
A minute later, they were out of the hot tub and running for the house.
*
James closed thedoor to the spare room in Blake and Kristen’s house and turned to face Tori.
She’d toweled off and was just squeezing the last liquid from her hair.
His gaze drifted from the gorgeous dark waves and over her lush body.
Mine.
This time when he thought it, it had nothing to do with the comic or them being characters. It had to do with the need to be with Tori completely. That for tonight, at least, she was his.
There were no games. No more roadblocks.
Even condoms weren’t an issue. James had spotted a pile not so discreetly placed on one of the pillows.
Blake had obviously realized what was likely to happen.
“Are you going to take off your swim shorts?” Tori’s husky voice nearly undid him. “Or would you like some help?”
The unspoken offer had his already rock-hard cock tightening painfully.