“I very much want to feel every delicious inch of your pu**y,” he said in a husky voice.
An uncontrollable quiver rolled over her body.
Gray looked down at his watch, and she knew their dinner was over. So many things bubbled up. Desire. Excitement. Curiosity. Fear. Her hands shook as she bunched them together in her lap.
“Are you ready?” he asked softly.
She nodded and stood when he got out of his seat. He touched his hand to her back and ushered her out of the restaurant.
The warm, salty breeze hit them as soon as they stepped out. In the distance, intermixed with the sounds of passing traffic, the soft music of the ocean filled the night.
“Let’s get back,” Gray said close to her ear.
She nodded, and they climbed into the truck.
CHAPTER 29
When they returned to the beach house, Gray laid his keys on the table and watched as Faith walked to the French doors and looked out. She was nervous. Her body language screamed uncertainty.
He walked quietly to the bathroom, leaving her for a moment. He knelt by the huge sunken tub and flipped the lever for the stopper. Then he turned the bathwater on and ran his fingers under the tap to test the temperature. When he was satisfied with the heat, he rose and walked back into the living room.
She was where he’d left her. He walked up behind her and slid his hands over her shoulders. Brushing her hair to the side, he lowered his head and pressed his lips to her neck. She shivered beneath him, and a soft sigh escaped her lips.
He lifted his gaze and stared out at the rising moon. It was nearly full and reflected off the distant water. It was a perfect night.
“Come to the bathroom,” he murmured against her ear. “I’m drawing you a bath.”
She turned in his arms, and his hands slid to her waist. “That sounds heavenly,” she said.
He hooked his fingers in the front waistband of her jeans and pulled her close to him. He fumbled with the button then undid it. Next he eased the zipper down and started shoving the denim over her hips. When the pants finally tumbled down her legs, he curled his fingers around her hips and eased his palms upward, caressing the soft line of her curvy figure.
Her shirt rose with his arms, inching its way up her body. “Raise your arms,” he said.
When she complied, he gently pulled the shirt over her head and tossed it aside. She stepped out of her jeans, tugging the cuffs with one foot and then the other.
He looked down at the lacy, feminine underwear. Pale lilac bra and matching panties. Sheer. Beautiful like her. He placed his hands on her shoulders then slowly pulled at the straps, sliding them over the curve of her shoulder until they fell down her arms.
He reached around and unhooked the clasp and let the bra fall away. The full globes of her br**sts shone pale in the distant moonlight. He couldn’t resist touching her ni**les. He rolled them between his fingers, plucking lightly at the stiff points.
He let his hands fall down her waist until they met the waistband of her panties. Tucking his fingers inside until they brushed the tiny curls between her legs, he pulled until the lace slid down her hips.
When the tiny scrap of material fell to the floor, she stood naked before him, her body illuminated in the luminescent glow of the moon.
She looked like a goddess. All his.
“Mine,” he growled.
Tiny little chill bumps danced over her skin, raising the hairs on her arms. He smoothed his hands down her arms to soothe the prickle.
Knowing the bath would probably be full by now, he bent and scooped her up into his arms, eliciting a surprised gasp from her. He silenced her with a kiss and started down the hallway to the bathroom.
The bath was full, so he slowly lowered her into the steaming water then reached over to turn the faucet off.
Faith laid her head against the side of the tub and let out a sound of satisfaction as the hot water lapped over her body. Beside the Jacuzzi, Gray knelt and reached for a bottle of shampoo.
“Turn around so I can wash your hair,” he directed.
She repositioned herself in the square tub so that her back was to Gray. He pushed her up so that there was adequate space between her body and the side and then he dipped water into a small ice bucket.
He poured the water over her hair until it was wet, and then he leaned her back once more. She heard the squirting noise of the shampoo bottle, and then his hands delved into her hair. He rubbed and massaged, working up a lather.
He was gentle, and his fingers worked over every inch of her scalp until her eyes rolled back in her head at the exquisite sensations. She closed her eyes and gave herself over to the magic of his touch.
For several long minutes, he rubbed and stroked her head until she was sure she would fall into a pleasure-induced coma. Finally he pushed her forward and began rinsing the soap from her hair.
When that was finished, he nudged her shoulder and murmured for her to turn back to her original position. She flushed a little as the globes of her br**sts peeked above the surface of the water. His eyes tracked down her body, and she found herself hoping that his hands traveled the same path.
He reached for the bottle of body soap, and instead of using one of the washcloths stacked on the side of the tub, he squirted the liquid into his hand. Then he reached with his other hand to let the water out.
He waited as the water tracked downward, exposing more of her body. When her chest was bare, he smoothed the soap over her br**sts, rubbing lightly as lather built.
He cupped first one, and then the other, rubbing a thumb over each puckered nipple in turn. As the water fell lower still, he massaged the skin of her belly, kneading lightly.
When his hand returned to her br**sts, she moaned and arched her back. His finger traced circles around the taut nubs then flicked lightly at the points. Each twinge sent a bolt of awareness straight to her pu**y.
She squirmed in the water. Her legs parted, and the warm water lapped between her folds, whispering over her clit. Soon the blond curls at the V of her legs appeared.
He refilled his hand with the soap and slowly, gently cupped the soft mound between her legs. His finger found the sensitive bundle of nerves and strummed it with light precision.
She spread her legs wider. “Please,” she whispered. “Oh, please.”
His finger delved lower until it circled her tender opening. The blunt tip breached her entrance, pushing inward the teeniest bit.
She panted lightly as her body tightened, and an unbearable ache began deep inside her pelvis.
“Tonight is for you,” he whispered. “All for you.”
At those words, his thumb found her clit as his fingers sank deeper into her pu**y. Her hips lifted, and she convulsed. She bit her lips as the words “Don’t stop” came screaming to the surface.