Page 49 of Worth the Try
Chapter 16
Elodie
OH MY GOD.
Oh my God.
Oh. My.God.
Ansel’s thick fingers push between my legs, and I nearly combust right then. Never have I ever had a man touch me like this. Not with such expertise. Such…certainty. My grip tightens around his neck as my other hand scrambles for purchase on his thigh.
Histhighs. I’m bracketed between them, hard and muscular and absolutely everything I want to have wrapped around me always. The bubbles are disappearing, leaving me with a delicious view of those thick legs as they move in the water, spreading to ensure my own comfort as his fingers?—
Holy shit,his fingers. I moan and arch up, needing the friction.
“Tell me, Elodie,” he demands, his rough voice sending shivers down my spine.
“Harder,” I pant. “Faster.”
“Good,” he praises, giving me exactly what I’ve asked for. “There’s my girl. Telling me what she wants.”
A delicious sweetness starts to build between my legs as his fingers press and swirl around my clit. I’m lost to everything. Lost to the thunderstorm raging outside. Lost to the worries, the what-ifs that plague me about this thing happening between me and Ansel. Lost to worrying about the million things I need to do for my new business. None of it matters except this man’s talented fingers between my legs. His hand on my breast. His voice crooning into my ear and urging me to come.
“Ansel,” I gasp, my hips bucking in the water. “Oh?—”
“There you go,” he whispers, not stopping, pressing exactly where I need him to press. “Fucking gorgeous.”
Sounds come out of me that I’ve never made before, hums and incomprehensible words and pants. My grip gets tighter around his neck, his thigh. Pressure builds, the orgasm just out of reach. “Ansel,” I moan, drawing out the last syllable.
“God, yes,” he grunts. “You’re so close. You want to come for me. Be loud, Elodie. Give me your voice. Come on. Come for me, Elodie. Come. Please.”
It’s thepleasethat tips me over the edge. I shatter, my entire body going rigid as I arch up, his fingers still stroking me as I shout and gasp his name. My walls pulse with the intensity, my hips rocking in time to the pleasure coursing through me, literal waves in the water matching the waves of bliss crashing inside me.
“Absolutely beautiful,” he says softly. “I want to watch you do that again and again.”
My only response—the only thing I can get out—is a low hum. Ansel’s fingers slow and ease up, his own body seeming to follow mine as I come down from the orgasm. Finally, I slump against him, the feel of him rock hard against my back as I release my grip on his neck.
He brings his hand up my belly and chest until he’s lightly tipping my chin up and back toward him. He leans down,claiming my mouth in a deep, searching kiss, and eventually I turn and rise, settling myself once again over his thighs. Only this time, there are no clothes between us. No one to find us.
Like then, his arms tighten around me, but this time, I let myself get as close as possible. His dick juts between us, and as we kiss—have mercy, this man cankiss—I run my palm down his torso, feeling the hard planes of muscles and the patch of dark hair. When my fingers travel farther, he moves quickly, capturing my hand and pressing it to his chest.
“No need,” he mutters against my lips. “This is perfect.”
“Your body says differently,” I smile, leaning back to admire him.
“I know, but I promise,” he answers.
I want to argue, but I shiver, the heat that built inside me having dissipated with the orgasm.
His thick brows knit together. “The water’s getting cold. Let’s get out.”
“No,” I whine, not wanting to break the spell. But as I speak, I tremble again.
His jaw clenches. “We’re getting out.”
I almost giggle. “That’s quite a stern face you’re giving me right now.” I pause. “Wait. How are we?—”
“Getting out of the tub?” he asks, a wicked grin forming. “I was wondering when you’d think about that.”
