On Her Terms. Cathryn Fox
I settle into one of the Adirondack chairs, and her eyes narrow in on me. “What?”
I shrug. “I’m not sure I believe you.”
She lifts her chin slightly. “You don’t know me well enough to make that call. In fact you don’t know me at all.”
I take a pull from the bottle. “I know a few things.”
“Oh?” she says, an almost worried look crossing her face.
“I know you went to Oxford, and that you’re a lawyer. I know you’re Tate’s cousin, and that you two were close growing up. I know you make a mean apple pie.”
“I guess I know a few things about you, too,” she says, almost under her breath.
I lean toward her. “Such as.”
She waves her hand and water splashes over me. “You’re a corporate lawyer and work for my cousin.”
I settle back in my chair. “So, really, you know nothing about me,” I say, a bit relieved. The less anyone knows, the better.
“Well, I also know you like to sneak up on girls when they’re swimming naked.”
I laugh at that, and she laughs with me. “You said you were going back to your room. How was I to know you’d be in my spot?”
“Your spot, huh?” she says.
“Yep. Let’s just say next time you use it, be warned that I might not be such a gentleman.”
Stop fucking flirting, man.
She sits up a little straighter in the tub and I want to punch myself in the face for engaging in sexy banter with her. I need to end this now and get her out of my chalet before I do something I can only regret later.
I open my mouth to tell her it’s time to go but stop when she says, “Maybe I don’t want you to be such a gentleman.”
Perspiration breaks out on my body as her nipples pop above the water line. “Brianna...” I begin, but as my cock thickens, my brain cells stop functioning.
“I think I’m warm now,” she says, and lifts a little more, water splashing around her bare body. Unable to help myself, my gaze drops to her beautiful breasts, and a groan I have no control over crawls out of my throat.
“If you’re warm, then why are your nipples so hard?”
Holy fuck, what the hell are you doing?
My blatantly sexual question takes her by surprise, but she recovers quickly. “The night air. I should probably get inside to warm up by the fire.”
Walk away, Luca. Walk away.
I stand, about to do just that, but my cock has other ideas. Before I can stop myself, I slide into the tub with her, shorts still on. A gasp catches in her throat as I go to my knees in front of her and my gaze latches on to hers.
“Or I could use my mouth to warm you,” I suggest, and when her chest rises and falls, everything in her eyes and her body saying yes, I lean into her and close my lips around her hard nipple.
At first she stiffens beneath my touch, and I wonder if I’ve made a colossal mistake. Have I read this situation wrong? Has she not been coming on to me? I’m about to pull back, but then my name is spilling from her lips, and her hands are circling my head, gripping my hair and holding me to her.
Hell yes.
I swirl my tongue over her turgid bud and draw her deeper into my mouth, sucking and tasting until she’s murmuring something incoherent. A small part of my brain warns me not to start this, but at the moment, the throbbing head between my legs is the one calling the shots. I’ve wanted this for so fucking long, it would take this entire village to pull me off her.
Warm water heats my already hot body, and I lift her a bit higher, wanting to see all of her. The night air is warm, so I’m not worried about her getting cold, plus it’s easy to tell she’s burning up. I break the kiss and inch back, take in her glossy, lust-filled eyes.
“Where else are you cold?” I ask as I press my lips to hers. Her mouth parts, welcoming me in, and the second my tongue enters her sweet mouth, need grips my balls.
She moans into my mouth and kisses me back, and I take everything she’s willing to give. I move my mouth to her neck. “You cold here?”
“Yes, very,” she murmurs and leans her head back to give me better access. I lick the long column of her neck and then burrow my face into the soft hollow there. Her hips move restlessly beneath the water, telling me what she wants, and I grip them, hold her still. “Don’t worry,” I whisper. “I’ll warm all your cold spots.”
I slide my hand down her hips, grip her thighs and widen them. She whimpers, and her hands go to my shoulders. Her fingers are warm and soft against my skin and I can’t wait to feel them on my dick.
Breathing heavily, I nuzzle her ear and run my fingers up her inner thighs. I touch her clit, circle it, slowly, methodically.
“Yes,” she says on a breathless whisper.
“Cold here, Brianna?” I ask, everything in me dying to get between her legs.
“Freezing,” she says, and unable to wait a second longer, I stand and pull her up with me. Her eyes go wide, and I put my hand back between her legs. “You need my mouth here,” I say, a statement not a question, but she answers with a nod.
“Then we need to get you inside, and get you spread wide open so I can warm you up properly.” I scoop her up, carry her into the stifling heat and set her on the bed, which is facing the fire. “Legs open,” I command in a soft voice.
“Bossy,” she says, and it’s clear to me she’s used to giving orders in the bedroom, not taking them.
“Do it.” Her nipples quiver as she spreads for me, and I meet her glance as I pet her sex lightly. “So cold. It might take hours for me to warm you up.”
“My cousin never said you were bossy, but I do remember hearing something about you being meticulous and working long and hard into the night to get a job done.”
I grin at that, and ever so slowly inch a finger into her. She’s so fucking tight and wet, I nearly explode in my shorts. I finger her for a second and she grows even wetter. “Is this helping?”
“A little...” she murmurs, as her body tightens around my finger. My God, she’s so close, I can’t believe it. I pull my finger out, wanting to prolong her pleasure, and tear my shorts from my body. She goes up on her elbows to see my dick, and her eyes widen when I take my cock into my hands.
“Smart, meticulous and totally equipped to stay up all night to finish the job. I might have just won the man lottery,” she says, and smiles up at me. I smile back, pleased that she likes what she sees.
I climb onto the bed and find her mouth again. As I kiss her, I ease her back until she’s beneath me. She reaches out, captures my dick in her hand and gives me a little squeeze. I brush my thumb over her nipple and make a tsking sound.
“Hard again.” I fall over her, press her into the mattress and find her nipple. I take a long, hard suck until she’s scratching at my back, dragging skin with nails. Damn, that feels good.
“Heating up, Brianna?” I ask around a mouthful of pink sweetness.
“So hot,” she murmurs and lifts her hips, moving her pussy against my stomach and leaving me soaking wet. I shimmy lower and press openmouthed kisses to her stomach and belly button, and when I reach her hot little sex, I blow on it.
She quivers and I press my mouth to her clit, suck it in until she’s jerking beneath me. She swells even more beneath my ministrations, and I slip one finger into her tight core.
“Luca,” she cries out, and bucks against my mouth,