Page 55 of Wild Devotion
“Okay,” she said. “It’s safe.”
When I turned back, she was buried in foam up to her chin. Crouching beside the tub, I rested my arms on the rim. “Guess it’s a good thing I went heavy on the bubbles. I can barely see your face in there.”
Liar. The bubbles weren’t as opaque as she probably hoped, and more of them were popping by the second. I could see plenty. But she didn’t need to know that.
“Were you planning on getting in?” A tremor ran through her voice.
Fuck, this woman was pure goddamn temptation. “This isn’t about me.”
“I wasn’t sure what you were expecting.”
“All I want is for you to feel good.” I dipped my hand into the water and braced it on the bottom of the tub, leaning close enough to put my mouth at her ear. “And this is where you get a choice on how that goes. No judgment. No rules. No consequences.”
Her breathing quickened, the water rippling with every rise and fall of her chest.
“You can tell me to fuck off and enjoy your bath alone. Or you can let me touch you.”
“God.” The word was strangled. “This is such a bad idea.”
“No worries.” I kissed her cheek and started to pull my hand from the water.
“Wait.” Her fingers locked around my forearm.
The grin that spread across my face had nothing gentle in it.
My hand eased off the bottom of the tub. I held her wide-eyed stare as I stroked up her hip, down the outside of her thigh, and back up over the other, learning the shape of her under the water.
Her eyes darted between mine, the crease between her brows deepening. Anticipation and fear battling across her features.
I bit my lip and moved my hand between her legs, cupping her gently. She sighed, her eyes falling shut, her head tipping back against the rim.
I followed her, my mouth back at her ear. “Still think this is a bad idea?”
She groaned.
“You want it anyway, don’t you,” I growled, pressing the heel of my palm to her clit.
“Yes.” The word was like a prayer.
And that’s all it fucking took.
I wanted to go slow. Treat her like something precious and fragile. But the adrenaline flooding my system wouldn’t let me.
There was no holding back when her hips were already moving against my hand. When her breath was coming in ragged gasps. When every sound she made went straight to my cock, filling me with need and greed and raw fucking possession.
“Open up,” I murmured, urging her legs apart.
She obeyed instantly. And the trust in that nearly undid me.
My fingers explored her, circling her clit, finding the rhythm that made her gasp the loudest. When I slipped one finger inside her, then two, she cried out—a sound so desperate it took every ounce of discipline I had not to climb into that tub and take her completely.
I gave her what she needed. My fingers moving inside her, my thumb working in a way that made her hips buck and the water slosh against the porcelain. Her reactions guided me. Every moan, every gasp, every desperate cry was like a goddamn treasure map.
Water splashed up my arm and over the rim. The bathroom floor was soaked. And I didn’t give one single fuck.
“Cal.” She grabbed my forearm with both hands, her nails biting in. “Please. I’m so close.”
“Yeah, you fucking are,” I growled. “Just let go, Zadie. Come for me.”
