Personal Adventures by Sidney Bristol Page B

make. Do it again.”
    She panted, her eyes closed. Was she as lost as he? Did she know what he wanted to say to her?
    “Carey, move.”
    Withdrawing, he slammed back against her ass, water splashing up onto his chest and her back. She moaned, pushing against him, meeting the hard thrust. With another woman, he might worry about hurting her, but Elise could take it. He let go of his control, slamming their bodies together with enough force she could only hold on to the tub and let him work her over, fucking her and stroking her clit. Her moans and breathless pleas were music to his ears.
    She turned her face and kissed his arm where the tattoo banded his biceps. Her tongue licked a hot trail across his skin that he felt all the way to his balls.
    He heard the hitch in her breath. Rolling her clit between his fingers, he bent his knees to give him better leverage. Elise screamed, tossing her head back in abandon as her climax took her. Her body hugged his cock.
    Carey held her, groaning as his balls clenched, his orgasm coming from somewhere deep within. Burying his head in the curve of her neck, he muttered every praise he could think of, from her love for green nail polish—only on her toes—to the way her bellybutton was shaped like a star.
    As his legs turned to jelly, he sank onto the bench, pulling her with him and cradling her in his lap, pressing kisses to her temple.
    “What did you say about my bellybutton?” she panted.
    He squeezed his eyes shut. “You heard that?”
    “Uh, yeah.”
    “Damn.”
     
    Elise had heard him utter the word love, and her coiled body had exploded. Now, Carey avoided looking at her, his cheeks a dusky pink. Her heart still knocked around, trying to orient itself. She was in love with him but he couldn’t feel the same about her. Not so soon.
    Dropping her head to his shoulder, she closed her eyes. After two orgasms, a full day of work and running the emotional gantlet, she was exhausted. His hand smoothing over her back was going to lull her to sleep right there in the hot tub.
    “Hey.” He nudged her shoulder.
    “Sorry, sleepy.” She rubbed her cheek against his shoulder. “I should go home.” That was the last place she wanted to be.
    His hands stilled. “Why do you have to leave?”
    “Um…”
    “You’re staying.” He patted her ass and stood up, dumping her on her feet.
    In the time it took for him to bound out of the tub and grab a towel, she was barely hauling herself out of the water. Her teeth chattered from the rapidly cooling night air. Carey wrapped her in an oversized towel and used the corner to wipe her face. His smile was open, honest. Though they’d been best friends, some things had been too personal to share. Now, gazing into his eyes, Elise knew he would demand to know all of her, even the parts she didn’t like. A nervous twinge shot through her. With any other man, she would have run away. But he was different. Just the way he stared at her now made her feel a host of emotions she’d never felt from another person. Treasured. Special. Loved.
    “Come on, let’s go to bed. Unless you’re hungry? Can I get you anything?”
    She shook her head. “Sleep sounds great.”
    “As you wish.” He flipped the lights off, and led her back into the house. “Meet you in the bedroom?”
    “Sure.”
    She slipped into the bathroom, leaving both doors open. The bathroom was what Carey liked to call “man sized” with a large, garden tub and more counter space than he would ever use. A few things were lined up against the glass, but otherwise the space was unadorned. Not even a bathmat shielded the tile floor.
    There weren’t any bedtime routines she could run through. Nothing of hers was here, but she appreciated the moment of privacy. Spying his hairbrush, she unbraided her hair and began picking out the tangles.
    The lights flipped off in the living room and kitchen, and a bit of the darkness materialized into Carey filling the doorway, a towel around