Page 48 of XOXO, Summer
“You were what?”
“No, I was saying Iwasmaster-bathing.” I feel ridiculous repeating it, but his chuckle echoing in the small room makes me glad I did. But I’m not brave enough to ask this to his face and that great jaw of his, the eyes that stare at me expectantly,and just say it, Summer!“Maybe you could?—”
“Lend a hand?” His tone is optimistic while I’m still second-guessing myself.
What am I doing? What am I doing? What am I doing?“Yes.” I drop my head into my hands, cringing as I wait for him to either laugh, run out the door, or accept the mission.
The sound of his footsteps draws me to peer through barely spread fingers. Daniel kneels beside the tub and pulls my hand away from my face. “Are you asking me to touch you, Summer?”
I nod, my breathing too erratic to speak.
“Do you want me to make you come, Summer?”
Unable to breathe at this point, much less think coherently, my head bobs up and down like a dashboard ornament.
He gets on his knee. “Lie back and close your eyes.”
I lick my lips and get comfortable. Looking at him once more, I commit everything about how he’s looking at me to memory and close my eyes. I hear the dip of his hand and feel the water as it laps over my chest like it does in the cove. The back of his hand slides across the top of my thigh before I bend the other, and it jumps to slip down the inside of that one. His knuckles brush gently over my lower belly before he goes lower. “You have an incredible body,” he whispers as he slips between my legs.
His breathing deepens along with mine as I angle lower and then butterfly open my legs for him. He sucks in a sharp breath, his tone dropping to a sinful, almost growl. “Good girl.” My heart flutters, and I swallow hard as my eyes pop open. He’s watching as his hands explore with a worshipful awe softening his features as his Adam’s apple bobs. I never thought I’d be into dirty talk, but I’ll never be able to unhear those words from his lips, to unsee the pleasure mapped along his features as if he’s the one experiencing this.
Two fingers dip between my lower lips, exploring tenderly as I close my eyes again. His fingers bend, teasing, and I’m torn between accepting this or stepping out of the water to beg him to take me instead. I bite the tip of my tongue to keep from moaning and grip the sides of the tub to keep from grinding myself against his purposeful journey. “You are so soft,” he murmurs. “So responsive.”
“Mmm,” I respond breathlessly as the tip of his finger circles my entrance and dips just enough to make me gasp and hold my breath.
“Breathe, Sunshine.”
I take a breath, and just as I exhale, a finger dives into me. My eyes fly open as I slam my hands on either side ofmy hips, my body clenching, and my knees knocking together.
He’s smiling at me with a brow raised. “Are you okay?”
My swallow is so loud, I’m sure he can hear it, and the nerves that have returned. “I’m okay.” I lie. I’m caught between panic and the need for him to move a little.
“I might,” he starts, shifting his weight, “be losing blood to my hand.” His other hand reaches for my chin, and he runs his fingers along my jaw. “Take another breath for me and try to relax your legs. Can you do that for me, Summer?”
“I can do that.”I don’t know if I can.“I think.”
Leaning closer to my head, he nuzzles my cheek, his tone lower, gentler. “No, you can. You’re ready. Look at you opening for me, and so aroused. I want to taste you, Sunshine.”
“It’s been a long time,” I whisper, wishing I still had the confidence from a few minutes ago when I asked for his help.
“D4. I remember.” He nibbles at the lobe of my ear, and the shock of it sends ripples of pleasure through my body, pebbling the skin exposed above water, and loosening the tight muscles gripping his hand. “That’s it.”
I can feel his smile against my cheek, but he doesn’t immediately move his hand. Instead, his thumb finds the bundle of nerves, and he gently glides it over my clit. His other hand reaches for my chin, turning my attention back to him.
“Who needs hands for hockey?” he says, unable to stop his smile or evoking mine, causing me to melt into him.
His smirk is cocky, like he knows exactly how to give me what I need. I can choose to trust him, to take the leap, but I also know he would stop if I asked.
The tip of his finger runs gently around my entrance, teasing my clit before dipping lower again. This time, his eyes stay locked on mine as he slides into me.
I need to see him too much to close my eyes again. Pulling out and moving in again. When I reopen my eyes, I’m not met with his browns like I expect. I catch him in a moment with his eyes closed and mouth open as his breathing jags and his chest rises. In a quick fall, he exhales, opening his eyes and latching onto mine. “You’re so fucking tight.”
He pushes into me faster, and I find my hips moving to meet each thrust. The water splashes, but he feels too good to care. The flick of his thumb against my clit makes me jump, but the soothing pressure right after has me sinking back into pleasure. Until it becomes too much. His pace, the care, the tease, and the gentle pinch send me into my head, pulling me away from here and the feel of Daniel consuming me.
“You’re stunning,” he groans. “Taking my fingers so perfectly.”
“So good,” I utter as I chase the euphoria and succumb to the rapture. My thoughts dull as a current of electricity sparks every nerve ending to life again, leaving me sinking into the tub until I breathe a sigh of relief. I lick my lips as my head rolls to the left to look at him. “That was amazing.”
