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  She grinned. “Tomboy?”

  “I can assure you those days are gone forever.” He reached over and snagged their champagne, handing one of the flutes to her, again touching his glass to hers. “To us, Shay. I want to drink to us.”

  He saw just the barest sign of hesitation before she gave him one of her slow, sexy smiles and nodded.

  “To us.”

  “Just so you know,” he said after he swallowed the icy liquid, “I plan to take a lot of time fucking you tonight.”

  She looked at him, the sexy little smile he’d come to love teasing at her lips again.

  “Think you’re up to the task?”

  “You challenging me, darlin’? Think I can’t do it?”

  “I think you can give it your best shot,” she teased.

  Enough. Her words were like a match lighting dry paper. He needed to touch her now, feel her body, watch her response to his touch. As she sipped slowly from the glass Joe eased his leg up until his foot was cradled between her thighs. Using his toes, he stroked the folds of her pussy, easing his big toe into her slit until he felt the hot nub hidden there. Shay sucked in a breath.

  “Joe? You’re, um—”

  “Uh-huh.” He nodded. “I am.” He wiggled his toes just a tiny bit. “Every part of you I touch with any part of me turns me on, did you know that?”

  She shook her head.

  “I want to do everything with you, darlin’. Is this what you want, too?”

  “Yes.” Her breath hitched on the word and she started to move closer. “It is.”

  “What you did for me the other day, out here? I can’t stop thinking about it. It was the most incredible experience.”

  She blushed again, a deeper rosy hue this time. “I have to tell you, that’s never been a favorite activity of mine. Not until the other day. With you, I, um, really wanted to do it.” She looked directly at him. “Will you think I’m corny if I say it was almost like a religious experience?”

  “Funny you should say that.” He gave a strangled laugh. “I felt the same way.” Enough with the talk, he told himself and pulled his foot back. Now he wanted to give her something special. “Will you try something with me?”

  “Try something?” Her brow creased in an adorable frown. “What do you have in mind? Is it something I’ll like?”

  “I sure hope so.” He winked. “I’ll bet it’s something you’ve never done before. What do you think?”

  She lifted her glass and studied him over the rim. “And if I don’t like it, you’ll stop?”

  “Always. You only have to tell me.”

  Her lips curved in a slow smile. “Then yes. I’m game.”

  “Okay. Here’s what I want you to do.” He watched her carefully. “Lean back against the side of the tub, spread your legs as wide as you can, and sip your champagne. Just that, nothing more. No matter what I do, don’t move. Do not try to close your legs. Don’t move your hips. Can you do that?”

  She nibbled her lower lip. “I-I don’t know. I guess so.”

  “Remember. No matter what I do, keep your legs spread wide.”

  He moved his foot back into place again, stroking her with his toe.

  She sucked in a breath. “W-What are you doing?”

  “Touching you. I told you. I love touching you.”

  “B-But—”

  “But why am I using my toe?”

  She nodded.

  “Because if I put my hands on you right now I won’t be able to take this slow the way I want to.” He gave her a lopsided grin. “Besides, this way I get to see every reaction. Should I stop?”

  “No.” She caught her lower lip with her teeth. “No, don’t stop. In fact”—she gave him a slow, sultry smile—“if you do I might have to hurt you.”

  “Are you threatening or promising?”

  His eyes never left her face, registering each change of expression, each nuance as he teased and played with her sex. Every time he pressed against her clit, she sucked in a breath. Like a good girl she kept her legs open for him, but he could see her straining to follow his orders. He managed to keep from saying to hell with it and grabbing her right then by sipping his own champagne as he watched her and stimulated her bundle of nerves. Her hazel eyes had turned a stormy gray and color still flared on her cheekbones. The more he fondled her with his toe and his foot, the more uneven her breathing became. The pulse at the base of her throat fluttered hard enough now he could see the beat of it.

  When her eyes got that glazed, totally aroused look he eased his foot away, leaving her sitting there with her legs spread wide. He knew her pussy would be spasming with unfulfilled need. What he had in mind he hoped would give her an extra thrill, even though it might not truly satisfy her. He tried to envision her reaction and hoped it would excite her as much as it did him. He didn’t want to make any mistakes here.

  “Do you know how hot you look sitting there the way you are, spread out in the water, your sweet cunt hungry for release?” He reached beneath the surface and wrapped his fingers around his cock. Blood pulsed through the thick vein that wrapped around it and his balls were sending him urgent messages. He wanted to plunge himself into her now but doing so wasn’t part of his plan. No, he wanted her so aroused, so hot for him, that when he finally fucked her it would be an explosion they’d both remember for a very long time.

  “Legs still apart,” he reminded her, eating her up with his eyes.

  He drained the rest of his drink, set the glass down, then took hers and put it to the side, also. Moving slowly in the bubbling water, he moved around until he could maneuver her in front of him. She trembled slightly as he placed her on his lap, draping her legs over his thighs. Sliding his hands up her rib cage, he palmed her breasts, kneading them before capturing her nipples between each thumb and forefinger. He squeezed, hard, just as before.

  “You have the most incredible nipples.”

  “I think you told me that,” she reminded him, leaning back against him.

  He put his lips close to her ear. “I could spend all night just sucking them. Well, maybe giving them a little bite now and then.”

  Unbelievably, she blushed again.

  Joe laughed. “Does it embarrass you when I talk dirty to you, Slick? Because I love doing it.”

  She lowered her gaze. “No. It doesn’t. I, um, sorta like it.”

  She said the words so softly he almost didn’t hear her.

  “Did you say you liked it?” he prompted.

  She nodded.

  He put his mouth right next to her ear. “Good. Because I’m going to keep doing it while I’m fucking you.” He palmed her breasts, kneading them gently. Provocatively. “And playing with these gorgeous breasts. Touching your incredible pussy.” He lowered his voice even more. “When my cock is inside you and you’re so tight around me I could lose my mind.”

  She looked up at him now and the spark of mischief in her eyes startled him. “Big talker there.”

  “Brat.” He said the word affectionately. “I’ll have to think of some way to get even with you.”

  “Oh, I think you’re already doing that.”

  He lifted one hand and turned her face, forcing her to look at him directly.

  “This thing happening here with us? I want you to know this is no mistake. Not even a little. I wanted tonight to be very special for you, in a lot of ways. I want to make you forget about any other man you’ve ever been with. Wipe them out of your mind.”

  “You make me sound like I had a whole collection of men,” she baited.

  The thought of her with others made his stomach cramp. “You know what? I’m going to pretend none of them existed, whoever they were. There’s only this, here and now. You and me.” He brushed droplets of water from her cheek. “And I’m going to make you feel real good. I promise.”

  She gave him the now familiar sly little look again. “You are?”

  “I am.” He pulled her into him as tightly as he could and still keep her legs
spread, the bubbling water sloshing in tiny waves, and put his mouth close to her ear. “That okay with you?”

  Her breathing accelerated, and she leaned back against him. “Yes. Very okay.”

  His heart rate ramped up again and his cock said thank you.

  “Good. Because I’m going to make you so hot even the water won’t cool you down.” He licked the shell of her ear, caressing it with his tongue, and slid his hand down until he found the hot button of her clit. He rolled it in his fingers and tugged on it lightly. She shook against him and he felt the sexual need pulsing through her body. She strained into his touch.

  “You’ll love this, darlin’,” he murmured.

  She gasped and tried to push herself into his touch. “Please,” she whispered.

  “Please what? Please let you come?”

  “Yes.” Her head fell back against his chest. “Oh, God, Joe.”

  He knew it was hard for her to move as stretched out as she was but she did her best to push back against him and wriggle her fine ass, pressing against his already painfully rigid shaft.

  He swallowed a groan. Now he wanted to touch her everywhere. Get his hands and his mouth on every part of her body.

  “Ask me nicely,” he teased.

  “P-Please,” she whispered.

  “Please what?” he prompted.

  “Please let me come.”

  “All you had to do was ask.”

  Every response she gave made his cock throb more painfully, his balls ache more excruciatingly. He reached for a nipple again, feeling it swell beneath his touch. He wanted to fuck her more than he wanted his next breath. Not, however, before he’d gotten at least one orgasm out of her. Focused solely on her.

  He concentrated on rubbing her nipple and her clit, squeezing them between his fingers and tugging on them, tormenting them enough to elicit cries of pleasure from her. He could tell she was hanging on the very edge, her body ready for release. Holding her on his lap, he turned them so their bodies pointed at one of the jets. As soon as the stream hit her directly she cried out.

  “God. Oh, God.”

  He knew the instant the pulsing stream of the jet hit her cunt.

  “Like how that feels?’

  “Yes, yes, yesss.” The words hissed from her mouth and she jerked within the circle of his arm. He laughed softly as she tried to close her legs.

  “Uh-uh-uh. Keep those legs where they are.” He nuzzled her neck. “Feel good, darlin’?”

  “Yes, but—”

  “But it makes you want to come, right?” He bit down lightly on the soft flesh of her shoulder. “Right, Slick?”

  She squirmed against him again, tormenting his poor, hungry cock, not to mention what she was doing to his balls. The other night had been a great start, but he was determined to give her more pleasure than she’d ever known. To show her good sex—great sex—was about a lot more than the act itself. To prove he was about a lot more than she thought.

  Anchoring her firmly to his body he reached for one of the champagne flutes and handed it to her. Then he grabbed his own, still keeping her positioned so the stream of the jet continued to hit directly into her hungry channel. He touched the base of her champagne flute and tilted it toward her lips.

  Her giggle had a touch of hysteria. “You expect me to sip champagne while the jet does—while I—”

  “Oh, yeah. You can do it.” He licked her ear again. “Doesn’t the water feel good in your pussy? Like a million tiny fingers, right?”

  “Oh my God, you have no idea.” Her voice was unsteady.

  “Get ready, then,” he told her. “Almost there.”

  * * * *

  Shay was giddy. She couldn’t believe it because she’d never been giddy in her life. Hysterical, maybe, but not dizzy with excitement like this. The assault on her senses from the very high-priced champagne and the power of the hot-tub jets was making her crazy. Every time she wriggled her ass Joe tensed beneath her, his cock like a steel pole poking at her body.

  Crazy with need, she tried yet again to close her legs. Joe Reilly was driving her nuts, just as he said he would. She was still astonished at the incredible surprise he’d arranged, everything from the catered meal, to the flowers, to the scattered rose petals, to…to…everything. Saturday night should have proven to her he wasn’t the same Joe Reilly but she’d never expected anything like this.

  Joe shifted just enough to tilt her pelvis more toward the jet stream, the pressure now directly on her clit. “Maybe you aren’t concentrating enough on what’s important here?”

  She jerked in his grasp and just like that her brain shut down. “Oh my God!”

  “Yeah.” His laugh vibrated against her. “That’s better.”

  She wanted desperately to squeeze her thighs together but Joe’s hard, muscular ones prevented it. She gripped the forearm pressing against her midriff and dug her fingers into it as the bubbles pounded against her. She wanted to come. She had to come. Her entire body trembled with need.

  “Please, Joe.” She barely recognized her own voice now.

  “Please what?” His low voice rumbled in her ear.

  “Please let me come. I want to come now. God. Right now.”

  He closed his teeth over her earlobe. “Hmmm. Maybe.” He slid his hand down over her mound to find her sensitive clit. “Keep those legs wide open for me.”

  Wide open? Could she spread her legs any wider? She wanted to squeeze them together as tightly as she could and give in to the climax hanging just beyond reach.

  He stroked her clit with his strong fingers and pinched it, just as he bit down on her ear. She screamed as the walls of her channel pulsed and spasmed, desperate for him to fill it, closing over nothing but the heavy stream of water. His strong arm held her in place, his free hand pinching one nipple hard enough to send flashes of pleasure/pain streaking through her system.

  When her body finally relaxed, he moved his legs, allowing her to lower hers into the water and press them together. Even such a slight movement took every bit of her remaining strength. A long sigh whooshed from her and she lay limply in his grasp, at once satisfied yet unfulfilled. She wanted more. She wanted him inside her. She wanted everything. If not for the demanding flexing of his unsatisfied cock against her buttocks, she would have thought him unaffected by it all. She felt his shaft slip into the crevice of her ass and she teasingly clenched her buttocks, trapping him there.

  “Minx.” He took a gentle nip where the tendon of her neck joined her shoulder, a place she was coming to learn was a very sensitive erogenous zone. “Can you feel what you do to me?”

  The devil in her brain prodded her to ask him if he did this with all his women but she was through with that train of thought. Other women didn’t matter because this was for her. He’d told her he loved her. She was going to take a leap of faith and believe him. He moved his lips back to her ear, the soft breeze of his breath an erotic tickle. Ohmigod! He already had her motor so revved she’d try just about anything with him. She shifted on his lap, rubbing herself against him.

  His laugh was a low rumble vibrating through her body. “That excite you? It does me. Just the thought of turning your sweet ass a nice shade of red, then taking you from behind so I can look at it the whole time? Damn. It would make me harder if I didn’t already feel like my dick could pound nails.”

  His words stroked over her nerves, setting up a throbbing again in the walls of her cunt.

  “Joe….” She tried to shift again on his lap.

  He raked his teeth over her shoulder. “Okay, I think a little more champagne is in order. Something to cool me down.” He moved her very carefully, setting her on the sunken ledge along one side of the tub. Then he refilled the champagne flutes and handed hers to her. “To making tonight memorable for you.” He touched her glass with his.

  “It already is.” She drank some of the champagne, feeling the smooth bite of it as it slid down her throat.

  Holding the flute carefully, she
leaned back against the wall of the hot tub and closed her eyes. The jets coursed water at her in steady streams, like liquid fingers massaging her muscles. Her body hummed with unfulfilled need even while the champagne and the music smoothed out the edges. She thought she could stay like this forever, partially floating on the water. Almost. If only she could feel him inside her.

  She startled, eyes popping open when she felt Joe’s fingers on her nipples again, tugging as he pulled her toward him.

  “What—” Some of the champagne in her glass sloshed over and she licked the drops of champagne from the back of her hand.

  “You looked so tempting just lounging there I couldn’t keep my hands off you. My intentions were good, darlin’ but you just do it to me.” He cupped her mounds, gently manipulating them. “Damn, your breasts make my mouth water. Come here, darlin’.”

  “But—”

  He lifted the flute from her fingers and set it on the rim of the tub. “I’m trying to go slow here, Shay. Do the whole seduction thing just right. But Jesus, I don’t think I can wait any longer to be inside you. Come here.”

  His words electrified her, like a charged wand passing over her nerve endings sending urgent messages to every erotic spot on her body.

  Gathering her in his arms, he pushed himself to his feet, water sluicing from his body. His mouth on hers was hot and hungry, his tongue a flame probing the inside of her mouth. Her temperature, already on simmer despite the soothing effects of the hot tub, spiked to the top of the red zone. Reflexively she bit down on Joe’s tongue, causing him to groan. Looping her arms around his neck, she pressed herself to him, their bodies slick with the water sliding along their skin.

  Earlier Shay hadn’t noticed the cushions he’d moved to the deck, as astounded as she was about everything else. Her breath caught as the reason for them hit her. God, he’d thought of everything.

  * * * *

  Joe tore his mouth from hers as he placed her gently on the cushions, stretching out her body and kneeling beside her. His gaze raked her from head to toe and back again. When he nudged her thighs apart to give him a better view of her mound, she shivered in anticipation of what came next.