Page 220 of The Grand Duel
Charles, though…I’m not sure he’s thinking at all.
I feel a hardness jutting up out of the water—his cock—and I look down.
My insides coil tight.
“Ignore him.”
I meet his gaze as he palms it back under the bubbles.
With my lip pulled between my teeth, I stretch myself over him, letting my breasts flatten to his firm chest. “Ignore him? That would be rude, wouldn’t it?”
He shakes his head and takes my lips when I offer him a kiss. “No,” he says against my mouth, running his hands up my back. “I wanted to ask you about earlier. Make sure you’re okay, but we got sidetracked.”
I shiver at his touch, my nipples hardening. “Right now, I’m perfect.” I sit back, and his eyes drop straight to my breasts again. My lips twitch. “Ever touched a woman’s boobs in the bath, Charles?”
He flicks his hungry gaze up to my face and shakes his head.
Excitement soars inside of me at the idea of giving him something that no one else has. I lean back on his lap and take his hands from where they rest on my thighs, smoothing them up over my hips to my stomach.
My mouth parts, my core heating as his hands glide over my waist on their own accord. “This is new for me, too.”
“It is?”
I nod. “I’ve never bathed with a man before.”
His eyes spark, and my heart flips, my hands falling away as he runs his fingers up over my breasts, my nipples growing harder at his touch.
A desperate moan passes my lips, and I rock forward without thinking.
He shudders, shifting beneath me.
“Sorry,” I say, the words passing my lips hushed.
With his hands on my breasts, it’s hard to think about anything else, but I need to remember that this is new for him. For us. I need to make sure I can pull back if I need to.
I need to make sure this is okay for him.
Before I can inch back, he has my hair wrapped around his fist, my head pulled back with his lips dusting my chest. “Apologise one more time for making me feel something, and I’ll have you on your knees, pretty Lissie girl. I don’t know what I ever said that made you think I wouldn’t want this, but it’s bollocks. I’m yours. Whatever the fuck I was doing before you isn’t what I’m doing now. You want to touch me, touch me.” He squeezes my breast, letting his fingers roll over my nipples as his mouth follows. “You want to bring me tomyknees.” He drags his lips over my breast and sucks the skin at the base of my throat. “You do it.”
“Please,” I beg.
He releases my hair and cups the back of my neck, easing me upright again.
The second our eyes lock, I dart forward to kiss him, my hands fisting in his hair, dragging down his back as his hands rove my body, as we lose ourselves to the kiss.
When I pull away, my chest is heaving, heavy, my lips aching.
My eyes pin him, a little unbelieving that this can feel the way it does. They drift closed at the soft touch of his fingers stroking through my pussy.
His thumb settles just shy of my clit, applying the slightest pressure, as if he knows it’ll make me ache with need.
At the sound of the jets rippling to life beneath the water, I open my eyes.
“I want to watch you,” he rasps, reaching up and squeezing my breast. “I need to look into those eyes and see what it does to you. See that it fucks you up as much as it does me. Nothing between us.”
The blindfold.
He’s never looked into my eyes and seen me come.