spray. Then she moaned as Alex caressed her breasts with soapy hands. “I have to be on my toes all the time. My opponents are always looking for any weakness to exploit.”
“It’s got to be hard for you.” He tugged at her nipples with his fingertips and the sensation coursed down her body, making her cunt clench in response.
“I hope so,” she breathed, opening her eyes to stare up at him as she took his cock in hand. He swelled instantly at her touch. “Great recovery time.”
His mouth curved and he reached between her legs, his soap-slick fingers parting her and then rubbing her swollen clit. “I’ve waiting a long time for this. It’s inspiring to finally have you here and naked.”
Widening her stance shamelessly, she clutched the top of his shoulders for support as her knees went weak. “W-what?” She shivered at a particularly skillful stroke. “We just met.”
Alex reached around her, cupping a butt cheek to support her as he rinsed off the soap. Then he thrust two fingers into her, studying her response intently. “Ready for those orgasms you wanted?”
“Oh hell…” She sagged into his embrace as he began to fuck her with his fingers, stroking as deep as he could.
“You’re right about being tight,” he growled into her ear before biting the lobe. “And you feel like silk inside. Drenched silk.” His tone was harsh, almost brutal, and she remembered suddenly that he wasn’t human, not anymore.
As his thumb found her clit and rubbed in time with his pumping fingers, she tried to hold off the orgasm, wanting this moment to last. The feel of his skin, slick with water, and the fog around them, created a scene better than any she’d ever read about. “What do you mean you waited for this?” she gasped.
“I’ve watched you on the vid for a long time.”
Lifting her head from his shoulder, she gazed up at him. His eyes were dark, the irises thin rings around enlarged pupils. “And you wanted to fuck me?” Bree couldn’t believe it.
“Oh yeah.” His wicked smile revealed his fangs. “Hard. Bent over your desk, your tight ass in the air, your cunt creamy…” Alexei twisted his fingers inside her as her mind flooded with images of his fantasies. “And hot around my cock. Your voice hoarse from screaming my name.”
She whimpered and moved her hips in rhythm with his thrusting.
“Jack me off again,” he ordered, his voice so guttural she could barely understand him.
The crude command coming from any other man would have ended the encounter immediately. But coming from Alex, it was so arousing she almost had an orgasm. She not only had the right to touch him, but he wanted her to. Desperately. None of her fantasies could come close to this.
The dreams she’d had were of hot, sweaty, messy sex. She hadn’t imagined the darkly seductively scent of him or the rough satin feel of his golden skin. She certainly hadn’t imagined his touch, so gentle and reverent, like she was valuable to him for more than her money.
Her touch, when she reached for him, was just as affectionate as his. She grasped the heated length of his cock and stroked him lovingly. Longingly.
“You’re so beautiful,” she breathed, watching the way his abdomen muscles laced tight with tension.
“I’m glad you think so.”
Lifting her chin, she met his gaze again. She let him see the entirety of what she was feeling—the wonder of discovery, the pleasure in his touch, the lust inspired by the feel of his thick cock pulsing in her hands.
Alex shuddered. “When you look at me like that…” His cock jerked.
“What? What happens?”
He shook his head, but she knew. There was too much… emotion …between them. Her throat ached, her eyes burned. Bree was grateful for the shower mist that hid her sudden tears. She wanted to keep him, damn it. Not just to have a gorgeous man in her bed, but because he’d cooked for her. Because he’d been protective in the bar and jealous over James. Because