Free Fire in the Smokies (Durham Wolves) by Becca Jameson Page B

popping the button on his jeans. “It was dark.”
    “You said you see perfectly fine in the dark.”
    He smiled. “I see well enough. Good memory. But in the light of day, you look exquisite.” He dropped his jeans and stepped out of them. He sprung free in front of her, right at eye level.
    Brianna licked her lips.
    Jaxon moaned. “Baby…”
    She jerked her gaze up to his face, her own cheeks burning with embarrassment. What the hell was with her today?
    Brianna hadn’t really answered the question, but she scooted forward in the tub as Jaxon moved to climb in behind her. He spread his legs and situated her between them before pulling her back against his chest. The water still ran, not quite covering her entire body yet.
    Where was her usual modesty? Her breasts lay bobbing over Jaxon’s arms above the water level. When she glanced down, she saw her nipples firm and pointing out. She gripped Jaxon’s thighs and let her eyes fall shut.
    “Relax. Enjoy.” Jaxon nibbled on her ear as he spoke. He left one hand wrapped around her middle and grazed a path up her arm with the other until his fingers reached her head and pulled her mouth around for a penetrating kiss.
    Her ears rang. The only sound in the room was the water still running. The world stood still while Jaxon sucked her tongue into his mouth, forcing a moan from her lips.
    The hand around her waist released her to travel to her breasts. With her eyes shut, she couldn’t anticipate where his fingers might land, which heightened her arousal even more as he trailed his fingertips almost imperceptibly over her nipples, circling them and flicking them one at a time until she squirmed with need.
    His cock rested behind her ass and she was more than aware of its length as he grew more aroused.
    Suddenly, he pulled back from the mesmerizing kiss and left a peck on her nose. “Let me wash you,” he murmured, “before I get so carried away that soap gets completely forgotten.”
    Shit. She’d already forgotten.
    He chuckled, a habit that told her he’d read her mind. “Tip your head back to wet your hair.”
    Brianna obeyed, leaning back into the water when he pushed her forward just enough to allow her to get completely wet. The water was higher now, having submerged her up to her neck while she’d been lost in the vortex that was Jaxon’s kiss.
    “I’ll have to kiss you silly more often if it makes you this pliable,” he teased as he reached to turn the faucet off.
    “I can’t think when you’re touching me. Your kisses turn my mind to mush.” She narrowed her gaze. “But you know that.”
    “You’ll learn to block me. Don’t worry.” Jaxon grabbed a bottle from the side of the tub and tipped it up. Thick pink liquid poured into his palm.
    Brianna raised her eyebrows. “How many women have you entertained in this tub?” Why did the man have girly shampoo?
    He smiled at her and reached for her head. When his fingers rubbed her scalp, she thought she’d die. “None, baby. You’re the first. I’m sure my brother’s thoughtful mate scurried around here when she heard we were coming so you’d have some nice things in my bachelor wing.”
    Ahh. She’d have to thank Juliana later.
    “Close your eyes.” As soon as she did, Jaxon leaned her back and rinsed the shampoo from her hair. He was so precise; she needn’t have bothered with her eyes. He didn’t even get her face wet.
    “You know,” she began when he’d lifted her back to sitting, “I am capable of washing myself.” She scooted forward a few inches to give herself some space and looked back at him. “Hand me that soap.” She pointed to the bar behind him.
    “This soap?” He lifted the bar but made no move to give it to her.
    She held out her hand, but he didn’t let her have the bar.
    “Wasn’t I doing a good job? You nearly purred while I rubbed your scalp. What sounds would you make if I was to bathe the rest of your body?”
    She couldn’t resist him.