Free The Virginity Mission by Cate Ellink Page B

I’m incapable of anything but savouring.
    I’m so hot I could heat the spa on my own. I should be erupting from the water like the bubbles. I’m delirious from his touch. I lay my head back on the side of the spa and soak up every swirl of water, every brush of his foot, every moment of silence, every tingle in my body.
    A noise drifts across the spa, over the gurgling swirl of bubbles and the vibration of the motor. It’s a sound of intense pleasure. A moan full of lusting promise. I look up at Jason and he’s smiling. I’m making the noise. Oh my God. I’m moaning.
    His foot slips away and he moves across the spa, coming closer to me. Lying on top of me, he’s weightless. The water holds us cocooned. His hand slips between my legs and touches my inner thigh. A shudder ripples through me. His hand strokes, inflames, soothes. I’m under his spell. The world ends where his body does. I’m focussed only on him. His breath touches my mouth. I draw in that breath, hungry to taste him. His lips meet mine. A gentle touch of flesh against flesh. But it seems to ignite us. Our lips open together, heads move, the angle changes and our kiss suddenly devours. Days of waiting erupt into frenzy. I want everything. I want to lose myself in him. I want to know it all. I want sex and I want it now.

CHAPTER 6
    He pulls back a touch, slides his body a few inches away from mine and softens the demand of his lips. Everything slows.
    Lips move against one another, breaths intermingle, bodies move closer. The passion builds again. My hands become more daring, gliding over his chest exploring muscles. His hand cups my breast through my one-piece swimmers. He rolls my nipple between his finger and thumb, making me arch and open my mouth to his darting tongue. I suck on his tongue loving how his taste fills my mouth. My breasts swell under his touch. They feel larger, womanly. I arch against him, rubbing my body against his, my mouth trapped in the pleasure of his and I’m going to burst.
    He slides his hand over my stomach, eases the kiss to soft nibbles against my lips before pulling back and staring at me with a soul consuming stare that scares me. I think he’s going to stop, even though he told me before we wouldn’t be. But his gaze is too intense to be stopping. He breaks the heated gaze and his lips drop to mine, kissing me almost reverently. The kiss builds in power again. Mouths open, tongues lapping then lashing and we’re devouring each other again. His fingers close around my nipple, tweaking until I pull away from the kiss, moaning his name in my need for more. He pulls back again, until our bodies no longer touch. The fever cools. The water swirls around me. His look sears me and then he leans down and his lips graze mine, again. The cycle of burning need continues.
    Instinct drives me. I follow where he leads. Since he’s touching my nipples, I explore his smaller ones, rubbing them with the pad of my finger, flicking them, my nail scratches over the top. When his hands stroke down my arms, my hands splay over honed muscles. The journey across his chest is joy for my palms and then fingertips. The exploration of his shoulders, collarbones, arms and neck are pure bliss. At times I bathe in the glory of his touch, other times I’m the one touching. I hope my touch is as decadent as his. His touch heats me to the point where I could combust. Touching and kissing are burning me alive. Our time alone is an inferno. We’ve smouldered for so long, we’re blazing. Sitting in a pool of water, I’m on fire.
    I can hardly believe this is happening. What a turnaround from a few days ago. I thought I’d never have sex, or Jason, and now I’m hopeful on both counts.
    This time when our kissing slows and Jason stares at me, his gaze drifts across my face, over my neck and stops at my breasts. My breath lodges about where his gaze is. Fingertips stroke my shoulders