Page 54 of The Encounter
Her eyes roamed over his naked body as he stood next to the tub. She couldn’t help it. His body was chiseled in all the right places. When her eyes met his, he smiled, knowing exactly what she was doing, but she didn’t care. She scooted forward, and he slipped in behind her, settling down and stretching his legs out on either side of her, then tugged her back so she could lean against his chest.
She sighed, content.
He took a washcloth off a small table he had set next to the tub and dipped it into the water before sliding it over her shoulders. She closed her eyes and sighed as he ran it down her arms and up her neck.
“Does this feel good?” he whispered.
“Mmhmm.”
He continued to smooth it along her skin, soothing her. She rested her hands on his thighs and lightly massaged.
“How about this?” he asked.
The washcloth rolled over her stomach, swirling around her belly button before sliding along her sides.
“Mmhmm.”
“And this?” His breath tickled her cheek as he whispered into her ear.
He lightly brushed the underside of her breast with the cloth, and she sighed.
“Yes.”
When the rough material of the washcloth rolled over her nipples, a breathy moan escaped her lips. She leaned back harder into him, jutting her chest up to chase the cloth as he moved it across her chest.
He brought it back again and took extra care to move it around her nipple in a few circles before dipping into the valley between her breasts and giving the same attention to the other.
“Jace,” she whispered.
“Hmm?”
“That feels amazing.”
He pressed a kiss to the side of her neck and pulled the washcloth away. She tilted her head to give him better access as he worked his lips down to her shoulder.
His hands moved in the water, and the washcloth brushed her thigh. She sighed as goosebumps peppered her skin.
When the washcloth rolled closer to her center, she didn’t dare move. His hand moved and rested just above her sex as he continued to slide the washcloth in his other hand toward her inner thigh.
He pulled his lips back, halting all movement, and asked, “Are you okay?”
She let out a low, frustrated groan as all anticipation and the feeling of euphoria slipped away. “Yes.”
Despite not seeing his face, she could hear the smile in his voice as he asked, “Then why do you have a death grip on my thighs?”
Without even realizing it, she had gripped him in anticipation of him touching her exactly where she needed. She relaxed her fingers and went back to massaging the spots where her nails had left an indent.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t even realize I was doing it.”
His voice dropped into a low whisper. “Are you getting excited to see what I’m going to do?”
Then he pulled her earlobe between his teeth, lightly grazing it before sucking.
She whimpered. “Yes.”
The washcloth adjusted forward only an inch and lightly brushed her clit. Her hips bucked involuntarily, sending water sloshing to the edges of the tub, and she moaned.
“Do you like that?”
