Free Black Dalliances (A Blushing Death Novel) by Suzanne M. Sabol Page B

was trying to control the rapid thump of my heart and failing miserably.
    “Hmmm,” Dean groaned in agreement. His eyes traveled down my exposed neck to the waterline and the bubbles floating on the surface across my clavicle. Glancing down at my shoulders, the remaining bubbles barely kept me concealed beneath the soft, white foam.
    “Was there something you needed?” I asked, only a slight quiver of anticipation snaking through my voice.
    “You know,” he said, a contented smile cresting his very kissable mouth and lighting his eyes in mischief. “I don’t remember.”
    “Don’t remember, huh?” I asked.
    Hot scorching power pulsed in the tiny room. His heat, his need, and his dominance caressed my skin. My own need tingled between my thighs and puckered my nipples beneath the water, making my breasts feel incredibly heavy and very, very sensitive.
    “You look tense,” he said as his eyes grazed across my bare skin.
    Taking a step forward, then another, he closed the distance between us. Water rippled against me in soft waves as my chest heaved with each heavy breath of anticipation I took. The soft caress of water against my hardened nipple sent shockwaves of sensation to my core and I bit my bottom lip to keep from begging him to touch me.
    Please, don’t touch me. If you touch me, I’ll be undone.
    The Eithina in the back of my mind was screaming, begging, Touch us! Touch us ! Which wasn’t helping my resolve.
    He perched on the edge of the tub, leaning his back against the wall by my head. Dipping his fingers into the water, he tested the temperature. “It’s cooling off,” he growled low in his chest but his voice seemed to fill the room with the heat of his power. The chill of the water juxtaposed against the heat of my skin was almost palpable.
    He reached over and turned on the hot water, flexing his biceps as he stretched across me. Biting my bottom lip between my teeth, I sank my hands underneath my butt to keep from reaching out and touching him or myself.
    Touch him. Ours.
    The hot water was like a jolt at my feet, and I slid my feet back from the end of the tub. My knees crested the surface of the water, and Dean turned his head a fraction of an inch over his shoulder to watch the water sluice down my bare legs. Vibrant Caribbean blue eyes lifted to meet my gaze with a hungry expression that made my toes curl.
    Dear God, help me.
    Trailing his fingers through the water and over the skin of my leg, I shivered all over, even in the warmer water. I fought to keep my eyes from fluttering in lust. His light touch made my focus hazy as heat pooled low in my body and my muscles tightened all over as his strong fingers trailed delicate lines of heat over my skin as if dragging hot coals over me.
    “Tre,” I whispered, pleading.
    “Let me work the tension out of your shoulders,” he growled, a smile curling his lips in a predatory grin.
    His strong fingers dug into my flesh, rubbing deep circles into my muscles. I was jelly in his hands as his thumbs caressed the back of my neck and up into my hairline in steady, deep circles. I relaxed into his touch as his fingers trailed, light and sensual, over my clavicle. With each passing stroke, his fingers caressed further down the front of my body.
    The tip of his finger brushed my nipple in a quick graze, sending heat shooting through my body and I bucked, arching my back to keep his hands on my sensitive flesh. His hands were large but gentle as they sank beneath the waterline a second time and cupped the tender flesh of my breasts. Filling his hand and swiping a thumb across the hard bud, a growl of need rumbled through him that made me quiver. A satisfied moan filled the bathroom, and as I opened my eyes and met his hungry gaze, I realized the moan had come from me. Bath water dampened the scent of my arousal but Dean had had all the invitation he needed.
    Plucking me from the water, he held me against him. My wet body soaked through his clothes and