Free Wild Irish (Book 1 of the Weldon Series) by Jennifer Saints

peaceful. So…relaxing. So unlike my family’s home.”
    Jesse paused. He didn’t want to make that emotional connection, didn’t want to reach out and touch the vulnerability shimmering in her eyes. He slid his hand to her shoulders and turned her to face the mirrors.
    "No. You’re beautiful," he said. She still had her hair up in an elaborate mass of curls, though quite a few strands had escaped, giving her the look of a lady who’d been taken. That he’d been the one to do the taking felt like warm whiskey inside his gut.
    “ See how beautiful,” he said softly in her ear, his gaze meeting hers in the mirror. He kissed the back of her neck, still smelling the faint scent of lavender on her skin and he slid his fingers into her hair, seeking out the tiny pins holding her curls captive and freeing her glossy strand to fall in a mass of silky waves about her shoulders.
    She watched him, curious and expectant as he reached around for the tuck holding up her towel and paused. The rapid beat of her heart pulsed against his arm and his own heart leaped in anticipation. Together, in the mirror, they were a contrast of light and dark. Her blonde hair to his black, her creamy white skin to his roughed tanned body. She came to just below his chin, so softly feminine to his hard length.
    “ You like watching me touch you, Lexi?” he asked softy, slipping the towel loose, and letting it fall to their feet. He did the same with his towel. Her rose nipples had softened and he ran his hands over her as she watched. “Do you want to know what I’m thinking when I touch you?”
    She licked her lips, watching. “Yes.” Her answer was barely audible.
    Knowing that she wanted to watch had a potent thrill in it, made the sex more real, more visually satisfying. “When I see you like this, I’m thinking I can’t wait for you. I’m thinking I want to see your face flush, your eyes lose focus, and your body melt as I make you come.” He poured some oil into his hand. The smell of cinnamon surrounded them and he relished the fragrance. “Spicy sweet. Hot candy. Like you.” He spread the oil over her breasts, making her slick.
    Alexi gasped as the cinnamon oil made her breasts tingle, then yearn to be soothed by his hands. She knew Jesse had to hear her heart thundering, had to know that in any second she felt as if she would come when he touched her and that turned her on. The heat of his arousal pressed firmly against the small of her back. He wanted her again and that turned her on even more.
    “ I like making you hot, making you so hot that you don’t care about anything but feeling me inside of you.”
    She watched him play with her breasts, cup them and mold them until her nipples were hard, until she moaned with need. “Yes. I want you inside.”
    “ Soon,” he whispered into her ear, making her shiver. Her breasts ached for more of his touch, and she arched her back needing his hands on her nipples and so many other places, but he moved to her back.
    His gaze in the mirror was intent, watching her every reaction as he spread oil from her shoulders to buttocks and beyond. Everywhere he touched, every place he slid his fingers exploring her body, she tingled and simmered. She felt hotter and hotter, as if fire licked her, wanting to tease her until she came apart with need. He took more oil and covered her stomach, moving lower and lower with his touch until her whole body shimmered with the stimulating oil.
    “ Set your foot on the chair, Lexi. Open yourself for me.”
    She did as he asked, feeling decadent, feeling glorious, feeling awed that she’d never let herself delve into this world of rich sensuality before. How was it possible? How could she have only let herself know uninspired sex? The truth hit her hard. She hadn’t wanted anything more because she’d been comfortable and safe with things that way.
    Jesse spread her leg wider then he poured the spicy oil over her sex, wiping out any chance of thought.