Page 408 of Summer Heat
“No bath is complete without a few toys.”
Good lord, why did this feel a thousand times better when he was doing it?
Feeling the sensations quickly start to build to a crest, she grabbed his hand.
“Too strong?” he asked worriedly.
“It’s fine,” she said, pulling the vibe out of his hands. “But it’s not you.” She slid forward, gliding her inner thighs slowly across his
erection. “I want you to make me come...inside me when I come.”
His pale blue eyes turned dark and turbulent. “Condom.”
Abby smiled. She liked it when he turned Neanderthal.
As she reached over to the drawer under the sink to grab one, he swatted her behind lightly. “I’m not sure I like the idea of you having a big box of condoms just lying around your house.”
She ripped the foil packet open with her teeth. “I bought it the same day I bought my pairs of red and white panties.”
His grin lit up the bathroom.
When he reached for the newly opened condom, she held it away from him. “I want to do it.”
Slipping one hand down his body, she stroked him gently, fascinated with the feel of him under water. Getting thicker and harder. For her.
“Abby. God. Put it on me. Now.”
Drifting in a lusty fog, she blinked. Put what on where now?
Then she remembered. Too late. He snatched the condom from her, slid it on, and yanked her atop his lap, all in one slick move.
Her fingernails dug into his shoulders as he lowered his mouth to her breasts, circling one sensitive nipple with his tongue before moving over to score the other with his teeth. Back and forth, he kept her on the edge, varying his attacks, all the while staring at her like a hungry predator beyond ready to devour her.
Clutching her to him as if he’d never let her go.
Just when she thought he meant to tease her to the point of insanity, he lifted her up by the hips and plunged her down onto him. She gave a silent scream as he began driving into her deeper and deeper, harder and faster.
All she could do was match him thrust for thrust and hold on for dear orgasm as she felt the first waves of pulsing hot pleasure come crashing down on her.
Wrapping both arms around her, encasing her in a whole body restraint, he thrust into her one, two, three more times, before following her into oblivion with a fierce, primitive shudder.
* * * * *
EVEN DAYS LATER, Abby was still replaying that bath with Connor. In fact, that’s exactly how he had lured her back over to his house last night.
Two words: jet tub. And she’d been sold.
“So, you’re still insistent on the dancing tonight, huh?” Connor snuck up behind her and slipped his arms around her.
Abby leaned back against him and made sure her smile was as bright as possible. “Yep. I got a new dress and everything.” Well, not new. But new to her. And so gorgeous—flouncy skirt, sleek bodice, and shimmery black all around. It was her last night with Connor, and she was determined to go out in style, to make one final shining, sparkling memory.
Big and bright enough to possibly, hopefully eclipse the pain.
Connor sighed. “Fine. I’ll be back at seven for our date. And I meant it about you staying here to do your research all day today. Skylar’s going to be at her friend’s this afternoon so you don’t have any good excuse not to.”
“And in case you get hungry...” he added quietly, “I got you a few avocados. They’re in the pantry.” He came to a full stop at the door and gave her a long, lost look filled with emotions she couldn’t face. Not now. Not without breaking.
Don’t look at me like that. Don’t make me think about what tomorrow is.
