Page 60 of Beastly Mountain Man

Caprice laughed against my mouth.

Then I slid my fingers between her legs.

Her breath caught.

She was slick and hot even under the water.

I moved over her clit.

Her forehead dropped to my chest.

“Yes.”

“Sit down.”

She looked up.

“Because I’m shorter?”

“Because I want you supported when I make you come.”

Her eyes went dark.

“That’s a very good answer.”

She sat on the bench and opened her knees.

I knelt between them.

Water ran in thin streams over her breasts and stomach.

I kissed her as I slid two fingers inside.

A soft moan slipped into my mouth.

I moved slowly at first, giving her time to decide what she wanted.

Her hips shifted toward me.

“More pressure.”

I pressed deeper.

“Like that?”

“Yes. Curl your fingers a little.”

I changed the angle.

Caprice’s head tipped back.

“There.”

I kept the movement exactly where she’d asked for it and brought my thumb over her clit.

Her fingers curled over the front edge of the bench.

“Don’t go faster. Stay there.”