Belle stood under the hot spray letting the falling water soothe her. Showers were one of her few extravagances; she loved them. Living on the farm she had to be careful of water usage, but here? She could easily stay in here forever. Or at least until the hot water ran out.
How had she been so stupid to leave that thing on the floor?
She hung her forehead against the tiles and shook it.
Honestly, anyone would think she was demented, covering her boobs but leaving the rest hanging out everywhere. She’d run out of hands, and she couldn’t back down after the boob comment.
The only thing for it was to do exactly as she did.
Dante’s face, though. That was priceless.
He’d devoured her from top to bottom with his eyes, but she’d erupted in goosebumps on every millimetre of skin as if he’d caressed all of her with those incredible hands.
She washed her hair and stood back into the spray to rinse out the conditioner, the flowing water sluicing through her hair and over her body.
A noise opened her eyes. Belle frowned, then shrugged and turned around into the spray again.
“Hey, hand me my toothbrush, would you? It’s on the shelf above the soap.”
Dante’s voice from beyond the shower curtain made her heart stutter.
She glanced around the bath recess and spotted the toothbrush above her head. She grabbed hold of the shower curtain and held it to her breasts then stuck her head out.
Dante stood at the vanity basin, shaving. The muscles of his naked, tanned back played under his skin as he smoothed the razor down his cheek. Her gaze travelled down the length of his back to the waistband of his jeans. They hung low on his hips and moulded to his butt and thighs like they’d been poured on. Belle bit back a moan at seeing such a nice display of man. Hunger for him flooded her. She should just grab hold of him and drag him into the shower with her and be done with it.
She swallowed the lump that formed in her throat at the thought. She could think of no nicer way to spend her shower than with him in there with her. She shook her head and held her arm out into the room.
“Here you go.”
Dante caught her gaze in the huge mirror. He grinned, looking pointedly at the shower curtain.
A very see-through shower curtain, as she could now see in the reflection looking back at her.
He faced her. Belle smiled nervously at him and waggled the toothbrush.
He stepped forward and reached out for it. His fingers wrapped around the toothbrush, and he stared at her for a moment. He tossed it onto the vanity countertop and took a deep breath.
He slid his hand into her wet hair as his mouth hit hers. Her fingers trailed his cheek and down his neck to rest on his shoulder. Water poured over her shoulders, splashing and running down Dante’s chest between them.
She was still shorter than him, even standing in the raised bathtub, so she had to tilt her head upwards to meet his lips. Belle let go of the shower curtain and pressed close against him, her arms going around his neck to pull him tight against her wet body. Her breasts shoved up hard against his naked chest, the sensation of skin on skin causing her to moan into his mouth with her desire for his touch.
At the sound she made, Dante’s hands clenched where he touched her body. He slid them down her sides to her hips and pulled her tighter against him, stroking her heated skin. Belle felt his erection through the fabric of his jeans, its heat pressing against her lower belly. She longed to touch him again, to run her hands over his hot body.
She wanted to make him scream.
Belle lost track of her thoughts when Dante cupped her breast. His long fingers stroked and kneaded her. She slid her tongue along his lips, and his opened under hers obligingly, welcoming her assault on his mouth.
She grazed the front of his jeans with her knuckles. Dante’s loud groan at her tentative touch encouraged her. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of his jeans and ran the back of her hand over the wet skin of his muscled belly. His hand on her breast tensed and his thumb stopped its tortuous play of her nipple. She felt his touch leave her hip and his hand gently cover hers where she was touching his stomach.
His kisses lessened in intensity, but didn’t stop completely. He spoke against her mouth, his lips seemingly unwilling to lose contact with hers.
“Belle … I have to stop or I’m gonna take you right here in the shower.” He kissed her again. He let go of her breast reluctantly, his hand trailing down her body to her hip.
Dante pulled back slightly to look into her eyes; the resignation there tightened her stomach into knots.
Belle placed both her hands flat on his chest, the feel of his wet skin against her palms one of the most sensual things she’d ever felt. Dante stepped back taking away their body contact and with it all her warmth, despite the hot water of the shower running down her back.
His desire-filled gaze roamed over her naked body, his expression sending shock waves racing through her veins to land squarely between her thighs. His eyes slowly lifted to hers and he took a ragged breath.
She wanted him so much she could barely see straight.
She reached out and hooked a finger through one of the belt loops on his jeans and yanked hard. He had to step over the side of the tub and in with her or fall.
“B?”
“If you’re into it, I want you. Now.”
A visible shudder ran over him, head to toe. “I’m into it.” Dante leaned in and grinned against her mouth. “So very into it.”
She slipped the button free on his jeans and stepped back. She wanted to watch.
Dante took the not-so-subtle hint and peeled himself out of the drenched denim. He dropped them onto the floor outside the tub. Belle took her time looking at his body, the same way he had hers only moments ago.
“I’ll never get tired of looking at you naked. You’re so damned sexy it should be illegal,” she whispered.
He shoved her back against the tiled wall and growled against her mouth. “If I had a condom I’d be inside you before your next breath.”
She pushed her wet body against his. “Do it. I’m protected and I’m healthy. You can’t get me pregnant. Doc Farrell gave me a jab.”
Dante’s mouth hit hers, his desperation obvious and a match for her own. Her arms wound around his neck. She needed him so badly.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he whispered, his hands beneath her ass.
She complied and held him tight, his hardness pressing against her, but not quite where she wanted him. She reached between them to fix it.
Dante thrust hard. Their moans tangled together as he slid deep, hers catching on a gasp.
“Belle …”
Yes. So much yes.
He gripped her ass tight and pounded her into the tiled wall. Her arms held his head to her shoulder as she tried to relax into it, but every movement, every breath, every single touch fried her brain, keeping her tense, holding on to him for dear life as her body flooded with indescribable pleasure.
Normally she needed to be touched to work up to the point where she could orgasm. Their position against the wall had him not only inside her, but incredible, sweet pressure on her clit as he moved.
It was pure heaven.
“Dante, I, oh God …”
Telltale zaps of pleasure flooded her, twisting and snaking through every nerve, making her buck. Dante took on a desperate rhythm, his whole body hammering against her as if to imprint himself on her very soul.
Shock waves smashed through her, and her breath caught in her lungs, every muscle tense and straining. Her noiseless scream echoed through her head, her body shattering and refitting, only to shatter yet again as Dante fell apart, his cry of surrender muffled by her wet skin.
He leaned on her heavily, his head on her shoulder, seemingly unable or unwilling to move.
“I have to put you down, B, or my knees are gonna give way.” Dante’s gravelly voice brought her attention slamming back.
She let her legs untangle and drop to the floor of the large tub. Dante held on until he was sure they would support her. She held his shoulders, unwilling to let him go completely as the water continued to cascade over their bodies.
“That was …” she started.
“Incredible,” he finished.
A laugh burst from her and she nodded. “Sure was.” She glanced down and noticed him still hard. “Well, that won’t do.”
Dante frowned as she gingerly stepped out of the tub, careful not to slip on the damp floor, her wobbly legs gaining back some strength. She grabbed a towel and dried off as fast as possible, then reached in to turn off the water. She dabbed the fluffy towel over parts of him then gave it up as a bad joke.
She grabbed his hand and hauled him behind her to the bed and shoved hard at his chest.
He hit the mattress, laughing. “What are you up to?”
Belle crawled onto the bed and pushed him back into the bedding. She looked at him and leaned down over his warm flesh, grazing her mouth over his damp skin. Stomach muscles clenched as she moved over them, goose bumps spreading in the wake of her hot breath.
She glanced up at him to see that he was watched intently. She grinned as her hand wrapped around him, her fingers torturing him. His arms went up beside his head to grab at the pillows, and his head pushed back hard into the mattress. He tried so hard to control his reactions, but it was useless.
Belle flicked her tongue over the end of him, tasting him. She’d wanted to do this that first night, but had been too nervous to suggest it.
His whole body bucked at the contact, his loud moan curling satisfaction through her. Shudders engulfed her at his sounds of enjoyment. Belle slid her mouth down his shaft, deciding she’d tormented him enough. The delicious scent of his skin invaded her lungs as she breathed deep, her lips taking in as much of him as she could.
She licked and nibbled and stroked, teased and tasted. Each movement and touch elicited a more extreme response. She’d never have thought doing this for him would give her so much pleasure. Just hearing and seeing his reactions and simply touching him brought her to a point that she was sure if he touched her now, she’d come.
Dante’s breathing changed, the air rasping audibly into his lungs. Belle glanced up at the sound. He leaned up and grabbed hold of her shoulders, trying to stop her. Belle shoved at his forearms and pinned them by the elbows to the bed beside him, holding him immobile, renewing her attack on him with her mouth.
“Belle … I’m gonna—” He tried to move again, but she held him tight to the bed, determined to do this for him.
Dante’s back arched high off the mattress, his wild yell of pure gratification accompanying his explosion into her mouth. Belle held him down as the aftershocks wracked his body. She looked up and lifted her mouth from him, reaching over to grab a handful of tissues.
His chest heaved as he tried to get enough air, his arms crossed over his face. The occasional shudder still shook him as she crawled up the bed beside him. Belle placed a hand on his chest from where she rested on her forearms beside him.
Dante lifted an arm to gaze at her and opened his mouth to talk, his breathing loud in the silence, then shook his head. Belle bit her tongue between her teeth to try to stop the smile from overtaking her face.
“Liked that, did you?” she said.
Breathless laughter rumbled through his chest as he stared at her. He seemed to be finally getting his breathing under control.
“You’re gonna be the death of me, I just know it.”