30 Nights by Christine d'Abo

Author:Christine d'Abo [d'Abo, Christine]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2016-04-01T04:00:00+00:00

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We started kissing the second our feet hit the floor. I wrapped my hands around his neck and let him hold me to his chest. This was different from our time at the hotel; there wasn’t any awkwardness, any second-guessing what we were about to do.

It was just me and Eric, naked and willing in our escape from reality.

I wanted to keep my eyes closed as he kissed me long and deep, but I equally wanted to see his face. The Eric I’d known for over a year always appeared in tight control of his emotions. He was the consummate professional, kind and intelligent. Passion wasn’t a descriptor I would have used for him before now. Even our previous nights didn’t seem to have this powder keg feel to them.

He moved his mouth from mine and traveled down the side of my jaw to my throat. “You kept moaning and I was turned on so much.” He spoke between nips and kisses. “I wanted to push them away from you. I wanted to lick your pussy until you screamed.”

“Fuck.” I pushed my hand into his hair, tugging on the strands. “Eric.”

It was a comment on how lost to the moment I was when I didn’t react at all when he picked me up and swung me into his arms. Instead of speaking, I began my own assault on his ear, licking the shell and teasing his lobe with my teeth until he growled.

“I need to turn the shower on.”

I groaned in protest. The last thing I wanted was to break contact, to lose my hold on him in case this really was a dream and I would wake up at any moment.

“I promise I’ll be quick.”

He was a man of his word. It only took a few seconds for him to figure out how the controls worked and for the soft splatter of water to burst from the six showerheads. The stall itself was an open booth, tiled floor and walls that sloped perfectly toward the drain. There weren’t any walls closing the stall in; rather, it seemed to be an open concept area, easily accessible to anyone.

The pressure from the water wasn’t going to remove any skin, but it was perfect for getting rid of the oils that had been used. Eric moved me into position under the water, letting it hit my back first. For a moment I thought we were going to jump right to the main action, but he was a patient man. Using a squirt of scented soap, he massaged my skin on my shoulders and neck. He washed my throat and cheeks, pausing to kiss the spots before lathering them. He turned me around and washed my back. His hands traveled down my body, and he dipped his fingers into the top of the crack of my ass. I groaned and instinctively bucked my hips back.

“You like that?”

“Yes.” My body was shaking from this contact, the persistent tenderness that he bestowed to every inch of my skin.

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