in a dream, Missy slowly sat back.
The move meant she couldn’t keep her legs tucked close to her chest. She was
forced to cross her arms over her breasts. Which was stupid. He could still see
the rest of her.
“Oh, babe.” T.S. sat back and rubbed the
soap between his hands, working up a thick lather. “I always knew you were
beautiful, but even my imagination wasn’t this good.”
There was no doubting the sincerity in his
words and Missy was flattered in spite of herself. She’d never been one to fall
prey to flattery, especially by men who called her “babe”. She hated cutesy
nicknames. But for some reason it sounded sexy when it came from T.S.’ lips.
He rested his hands on her shoulders and
began to work his way down her arms, stopping when he got to her elbows. He
waited, not demanding anything. Missy slowly unlocked her arms and allowed him
to continue soaping her forearms and hands. The action left her breasts totally
bare.
The air was steamy and perfumed with the
scent of soap and hot male. His actions were slow. Unhurried. As if he had all
the time in the world and all he wanted to do was touch her.
His gaze settled on her breasts. They
weren’t overly large, but they weren’t exactly small either. Her nipples
tightened the longer he watched. He reached for the soap and created a thick
lather yet again. The bar of soap was dumped alongside her wineglass, forgotten
as he worked his way down her collarbone, taking care to clean the scratches
even though the doctor at the hospital already had seen to them.
Missy barely even noticed the slight sting.
It was getting much harder to breathe. Her chest was rising and falling
rapidly. T.S.’ hands were getting closer to her breasts, not quite touching
them.
She arched toward him. An involuntary
action that felt totally right. She wanted his touch. Needed it to replace the
feel of other hands reaching for her, groping her. He cupped the mounds, his
thumbs circling but never touching her nipples.
She gave a soft cry of demand, of need.
“I love your nipples. They’re bigger than I
suspected. Rosy-beige like I imagined they would be.”
It was hard to wrap her mind around the
fact that T.S. had fantasized about her breasts. Right now she didn’t care what
he thought. She wanted him to touch her.
He brushed his thumb lightly over the
distended buds. Missy shivered and cried out, her legs shifting restlessly in
the water. T.S. lightly pinched her nipples, stimulating them even more. She
was surprised the water in the tub wasn’t boiling. She felt hot and needy.
Sex was usually fun and mutually
pleasurable. It had never felt anything like this—hot, dangerous and
out-of-control. Missy knew she should be frightened. Oh, not of T.S. He’d never
hurt her physically. But of the intensity that seemed to exist between them.
She’d felt it from the first moment they’d
met. It had simmered between them at each subsequent meeting, both of them
doing their best to ignore it. She wasn’t looking for anything permanent. Not
now. It wasn’t in her plan. But that didn’t mean she couldn’t enjoy this
moment.
She wasn’t deluded. She knew this kind of
attraction was rare. That made it very hazardous to her peace of mind, to her
emotions. She could come to care for him way too much. And he was a loner. She
knew from Candy that T.S. wasn’t the kind of man to settle down. That was fine
with her. He wasn’t the type of man she wanted when she did finally settle.
But that didn’t mean they couldn’t enjoy
what was between them. Stoke the heat that simmered and see what happened.
Missy knew her reasoning was faulty but she
didn’t care. She could have easily died tonight. She might never have had the
chance to explore the attraction between them. She wanted to embrace life, to
celebrate the fact she was alive.
She needed this man. Right here. Right now.
She’d deal with tomorrow when it came.
He cupped some water in his hands and
sluiced it over her
The move meant she couldn’t keep her legs tucked close to her chest. She was
forced to cross her arms over her breasts. Which was stupid. He could still see
the rest of her.
“Oh, babe.” T.S. sat back and rubbed the
soap between his hands, working up a thick lather. “I always knew you were
beautiful, but even my imagination wasn’t this good.”
There was no doubting the sincerity in his
words and Missy was flattered in spite of herself. She’d never been one to fall
prey to flattery, especially by men who called her “babe”. She hated cutesy
nicknames. But for some reason it sounded sexy when it came from T.S.’ lips.
He rested his hands on her shoulders and
began to work his way down her arms, stopping when he got to her elbows. He
waited, not demanding anything. Missy slowly unlocked her arms and allowed him
to continue soaping her forearms and hands. The action left her breasts totally
bare.
The air was steamy and perfumed with the
scent of soap and hot male. His actions were slow. Unhurried. As if he had all
the time in the world and all he wanted to do was touch her.
His gaze settled on her breasts. They
weren’t overly large, but they weren’t exactly small either. Her nipples
tightened the longer he watched. He reached for the soap and created a thick
lather yet again. The bar of soap was dumped alongside her wineglass, forgotten
as he worked his way down her collarbone, taking care to clean the scratches
even though the doctor at the hospital already had seen to them.
Missy barely even noticed the slight sting.
It was getting much harder to breathe. Her chest was rising and falling
rapidly. T.S.’ hands were getting closer to her breasts, not quite touching
them.
She arched toward him. An involuntary
action that felt totally right. She wanted his touch. Needed it to replace the
feel of other hands reaching for her, groping her. He cupped the mounds, his
thumbs circling but never touching her nipples.
She gave a soft cry of demand, of need.
“I love your nipples. They’re bigger than I
suspected. Rosy-beige like I imagined they would be.”
It was hard to wrap her mind around the
fact that T.S. had fantasized about her breasts. Right now she didn’t care what
he thought. She wanted him to touch her.
He brushed his thumb lightly over the
distended buds. Missy shivered and cried out, her legs shifting restlessly in
the water. T.S. lightly pinched her nipples, stimulating them even more. She
was surprised the water in the tub wasn’t boiling. She felt hot and needy.
Sex was usually fun and mutually
pleasurable. It had never felt anything like this—hot, dangerous and
out-of-control. Missy knew she should be frightened. Oh, not of T.S. He’d never
hurt her physically. But of the intensity that seemed to exist between them.
She’d felt it from the first moment they’d
met. It had simmered between them at each subsequent meeting, both of them
doing their best to ignore it. She wasn’t looking for anything permanent. Not
now. It wasn’t in her plan. But that didn’t mean she couldn’t enjoy this
moment.
She wasn’t deluded. She knew this kind of
attraction was rare. That made it very hazardous to her peace of mind, to her
emotions. She could come to care for him way too much. And he was a loner. She
knew from Candy that T.S. wasn’t the kind of man to settle down. That was fine
with her. He wasn’t the type of man she wanted when she did finally settle.
But that didn’t mean they couldn’t enjoy
what was between them. Stoke the heat that simmered and see what happened.
Missy knew her reasoning was faulty but she
didn’t care. She could have easily died tonight. She might never have had the
chance to explore the attraction between them. She wanted to embrace life, to
celebrate the fact she was alive.
She needed this man. Right here. Right now.
She’d deal with tomorrow when it came.
He cupped some water in his hands and
sluiced it over her
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