Page 73 of The Cost of Silence

His thumb strokes beneath my chin, tilting my face up to his. “What did you think about?”

I swallow. Hard.

He waits.

Patient. Predatory. Knowing.

“The way you…” I falter, heat licking down my spine, “The way you touched me.”

His lips ghost mine, not kissing, just hovering, punishment for my hesitation. “Be specific,” he growls softly. “I like hearing what I do to you.”

My thighs press together under the water. I hate how instantly, helplessly, my body responds to him, and love it at the same time.

“I thought about your mouth,” I whisper.

He exhales a low, rough sound that vibrates against my lips.

“And how did my mouth make you feel?”

Weak. Wrecked. Undone. Alive.

“Good,” I breathe. “Too good.”

He smirks, and it’s devastating. “That was nothing, Belle. Barely a taste.”

His hands slide to my waist, pulling me closer through the warm water until our bodies brush lightly, teasingly, enough to make my breath catch.

“You want more?” he murmurs.

My legs tremble under the water. “Yes.”

He drags his mouth along my jaw, slow, hot, deliberate, not taking what he clearly wants, making me feel every moment of restraint.

“Then you let me take care of you,” he says against my skin. “My way.”

A shiver rolls down my spine.

He coaxes me to turn, to lean back against him as he sits on the bench, his hands guiding me with gentle authority. His chest fits against my back, solid and warm, as his hands settle on my hips beneath the water.

“Relax for me,” he whispers in my ear. “Let me feel how much you want this.”

My head tips back onto his shoulder of its own accord. I don’t argue, I don’t pretend, I just melt.

His hard cock against my lower back is a tease in itself, and I wriggle a little against him, forcing a hiss from his lips.

“Do you know what I did today, Belle?”

I shake my head as his hands begin to move, slow, reverent, teasing, the kind of touch that makes my breath come shallow and fast, that winds heat low and deep, that pulls soft sounds from me I can’t stop.

“I thought about your sweet pussy, how you taste, how you feel around my cock. How I want to tie you up and fuck your delicious mouth until tears drip from your eyes. I thought about how you look when you come, and I stroked my cock. I jerked off in my private bathroom at work to visions of you because I couldn’t stop myself. You undo me.”

As he speaks, his hands push the lace of my panties down my legs and he uses his legs to spread me open for him. Running his hand along my inner thigh and forcing breathy whimpers that make him curse quietly against my neck from my lips.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, voice roughened with desire he isn’t taking for himself. “That’s it… relax for me.”

My fingers grip his forearms, feeling the muscles move as he touches me. His finger slides up my slit, gathering the evidence of my need for him and using it to circle my clit in slow, firm strokes that make my toes curl. My body arches into his touch. Every nerve sings.

And when his mouth finally finds my throat, pressing slow, claiming kisses to my skin, I break a little inside.