Dash of Peril. Lori Foster

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СКАЧАТЬ back from the temptation of her nudity, her silky hair and fragrant skin, and especially her helpless anticipation, he studied her body while rubbing his mouth. She trembled with need; he couldn’t leave her like that. She would rest better after getting off.

      After he got her off.

      But he also couldn’t forget, not for a minute, that she was hurt. And that meant he’d just have to do without, torturous as it would be, until she was better able to reciprocate.

      “You really are so fucking hot.” He was going to love touching her, hearing her moan, feeling her come with his fingers pressed deep. Knowing how it would affect her, he said, “Let’s get you in the tub so I can get started.”

      He held her right arm to keep her from slipping, then arranged her to his liking.

      Breath held, she let him.

      “Rest your left arm on the ledge.” He helped her, ensuring she didn’t get the splint wet. “Is that comfortable?”

      She drew a breath. “Yes.”

      With a hand opened wide between her shoulder blades to support her, he said, “Lean back.”

      She did, and the water lapped at her nape, dampening her short dark curls. Liking that, enjoying the compliant picture she made, Dash sat outside the tub and used a cupped hand to pour water over her breasts.

      “You are so incredibly stacked.” He trailed a finger down her stomach. “Open your legs.”

      Anticipation kept Margo silent and unmoving, on the precipice of need.

      “Did you hear me, Margo?”

      She licked her bottom lip and slowly widened her feet apart.

      “Nice.” He studied her. “Know what I think would be even nicer, though?” He didn’t wait for her to answer, knowing that she wouldn’t. Coming up to his knees, he lifted one of her feet and rested it over the tub ledge. Yeah, he liked that. “Brace yourself. I know you have a tub mat, but I don’t want to take any chances on you sliding.”

      With her uninjured right arm, she held on and nodded.

      Carefully, Dash lifted her other foot to the ledge on the opposite side of the tub, leaving her exposed. “Stop tensing your knees... Yeah, that’s better.” He could see every inch of her soft pink flesh, swollen with need.

      Her breasts rose with each quick inhalation.

      Dash met her gaze. “Now I can really get to you.”

      With a vibrating groan, she bit her lips and struggled to stay still. Steam left her face rosy. Or maybe that was sharpening desire. She did seem to be as into the sex play as he was.

      Trailing a wet fingertip up the inside of her thigh, he ordered, “Leave them there.”

      She closed her eyes, but only briefly. Lieutenant Margo Peterson was not a coward, ever.

      Picking up the soap, Dash lathered his hands. “Since you insisted on the bath, I want to make sure you enjoy it...for a really long time.” Her nipples were still tight, and got tighter still when he put his soapy fingers to her and teased.

      She squirmed and Dash, knowing it wasn’t her problem, asked, “You didn’t want to get clean?”

      Turning her head to the side, she made a hungry little sound of need, the muscles in her sleek thighs clenching, her feet flexing.

      “Easy now.” He paused, his slick fingers still on her breasts, but now only holding her. “Are you going to be able to stay still?”

      Aroused color slashed her cheekbones. Her eyes were dazed. The bath water lapped at her breasts. “Yes.”

      “Is that a promise?”

      Her gaze pleaded with him, and she whispered, “Please don’t stop.”

      He smiled...and rinsed her breasts. She was sensitive here, and he almost thought he could get her off with just this.

      But that’d be asking too much of him. He needed to touch her. All of her.

      Everywhere.

      “It won’t be easy, I know.” Leaving one hand to toy with her nipples, he lowered the other into the water, between her legs. “But you’re not going to move, not until I tell you that you can.”

      “All right.”

      Dragging out the suspense, he slipped his fingers along her inner thighs, teased behind her knees, tickled over her hip bones and belly.

      “Dash,” she whispered desperately.

      “Shhh. No talking, either.” It took all his concentration to hang on, to remember that this was for her, only her.

      She drew in a shuddering breath.

      “All you need to do is rest there and let me have my fun.” Knowing she couldn’t, he said, “Now loosen up for me,” at the same time that he cupped his hand over her again—this time with her legs sprawled wide.

      A vibrating moan escaped her.

      “You just can’t keep quiet, can you?” He pressed two fingers into her, easily since she was already slippery wet and ready. With his other hand he toyed with her nipples.

      She made another throaty sound of excitement, and Dash told her calmly, “You may as well get comfortable, because I’m not in any rush here.” He eased his fingers back out of her. “We have all night.”

      She lifted her hips, his hand now loosely covering her, seeking the more intimate stroke.

      “Shh. Rest back in the tub or I’ll have to stop. I won’t chance you getting hurt.”

      “I won’t,” she all but wailed, writhing against his hand.

      “Your arm is okay?”

      “Yes!”

      He smiled. “Does your head hurt at all?”

      “Damn you...”

      “Cursing me?” He pretended to pull away.

      “I’m sorry.”

      “Better.” He held one nipple and despite how she squirmed, kept his fingertips just barely inside her. “You sounded sincere enough.”

      Two deep breaths...and she said, “I am.”

      “Then behave.” He pressed his fingers deep again, slowly working her, using the heel of his hand to add friction to her clitoris.

      Her teeth locked. She was already so close, and he’d barely done half of what he wanted to do.

      “Keep your knees open.”

      Eyes closed tight, she nodded.

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