And Able (19 page)

“I know something that feels better.”

She had to stifle a smug smile. “Do you? I can’t imagine what.”

“You’re not one of the seniors you take care of at Belmont Manor, sugar. I don’t buy that you’ve forgotten this afternoon so quickly.”

“Oh, that.” She waved her hand airily. “This is much less exhausting.”

“You sure about that?”

She wasn’t, but that didn’t stop her from nodding. The hot water felt like it could drain every last bit of energy from her.

He grabbed the handrail and moved onto the top step. “Maybe I’ll have to prove you wrong.”

“Excuse me, but the pool area will be closing in ten minutes.”

Brett stopped and turned to face the maintenance man who had spoken from the doorway.

“You mean we have to leave?”

“I’m afraid so.”

Claire couldn’t hide her disappointment. “Oh.”

The hot tub felt so good after the exertion of her swim lesson that she hated being told she’d have to climb out again in only a few minutes.

“I’m sorry, ma’am,” the maintenance man said before turning to go.

Brett followed him out to the pool area, and when he came back a few minutes later, he looked very pleased with himself.

“I guess I have to get out now,” she said reluctantly.

The lights around the pool went out and all but some floor lighting around the hot tub went out as well.

“I suppose that’s a hint.” She stood up to go.

Brett’s smile shone in the darkness. “Relax. I worked something out with the maintenance guy. We can stay as late as we want as long as we don’t go out to the pool area where the security cameras are.”

She didn’t ask how he’d arranged that and didn’t really care. As long as she got to soak in this blessed heat longer than ten measly minutes, she was happy. “Great.”

Brett climbed into the hot tub and headed straight for her. He lowered himself next to her and right into her personal space. “Now, what was it you said about hot tubs not being as tiring as bedrooms?”

She leaned back against the wall with nowhere to go. “Um…I believe I was discussing what we were doing in the bedroom.”

His arms came around her, one hand at her neck and the other on her back. “So am I, sugar. So am I.”

She swallowed nervously. “We can’t do that here.”

“Are you sure about that?” he asked again, and suddenly her top was loose and the bubbles in the water jetted it away from her body.

She screeched and tried to lunge for it, but he was in the way. “Brett…my top.”

He kissed her, stifling her complaints. He tasted so good and knew exactly what to do with those lips that she let her top float away while her hands were busy exploring the hard contours of his chest.

But when his hand began to caress her now naked flesh, she gasped and wrenched her head away from his. “Brett! We can’t…not here.”

“Sure we can.”

“But the teenagers.”

“Are now in the game room, which has been locked off from the pool area. In fact, no other guests can come in through the other entrance, either. Ernie locked them.”

“Ernie?”

“The maintenance guy.”

“But how are we going to get out?”

“The doors lock from the other side. We can leave, but we can’t get back in.”

“Oh.”

He kissed the corner of her mouth. “Yes, oh…”

The warm bubbles were caressing her breasts as effectively as Brett’s hands, and Claire’s arguments were fading in the face of a renewed desire that swamped her senses. “You’re sure no one can come in?”

“Positive.”

“What about Ernie?”

“No chance.”

“Oh…” the word morphed into a moan as both of his hands cupped her slippery, wet curves bobbing in the water.

“You’re so perfect, Claire.”

She shook her head, but she reveled in the knowledge that he enjoyed her body as much as he did. Brett’s appreciation for her body was open and honest. It was also enhanced by genuine affection and a desire to give as much or more than he received. It was amazing.

Her eyes, which had closed in pleasure, opened to watch him. His expression was one of devastating desire. And the sight of her naked breasts in his hands was so beguiling she felt a gush of wet warmth between her legs that had nothing to do with the water bubbling around them.

“Oh, Brett.”

He smiled, his satisfaction at her response gleaming in his eyes. “Feel good, sugar?”

“Better than good.”

“Put your head back and concentrate on nothing but my touch and the caress of the water against your skin.”

“But I want to touch you, too.”

“Not this time, sugar.”

She would have argued, but what he wanted her to do was too tantalizing. So, she put her head back on the concrete.

“Hold on a second.” He shifted and leaned over her. “Lift your head.”

She did and he slid something under it. She realized it was a folded towel and it felt ten times better than the hard concrete.

“Better?”

“Much.”

“Good. Now, I want you to relax. No matter how good it feels, keep your muscles from tensing up. Can you do that for me, sweetheart?”

“I can try,” she said in a passion-drugged voice she barely recognized as her own.

He went back to touching her and he didn’t only concentrate on her boobs. He touched her everywhere, his fingers sliding against her wet skin with devastating effect. He found the erogenous zones he’d explored that first night in the hotel with his massage and then some. She did her best not to tense up and whenever she did, he would change his caresses to a kneading massage until she relaxed again.

It was like the time he’d touched her in the hotel, only now she knew the pleasure that awaited her, and she wasn’t suffering from a head injury that dulled the sensations.

It was a lot harder to remain relaxed, but she soon realized that in some strange way, forcing her muscles to stay loose magnified the pleasure.

Her bikini bottoms went the way of her top and she didn’t even murmur a protest. She trusted him to have ensured their privacy completely before starting this.

Brett would never expose her to the humiliation of being caught en flagrante delicto.

But even though her bottoms were gone, he made no attempt to touch her mound or vulva. It was as if he was intent on stimulating every other part of her body. Just as when his hands roved over her breasts, they somehow always missed her nipples. The bubbling water touched everything, though. She found herself spreading her legs to increase the gentle caress of the bubbles and moaned in desperate pleasure as one of the jets hit her sweet spot from behind.

“Oh…oh…goshhhhhh…that’s so gooooood.”

He laughed softly in her ear as his mouth wreaked havoc along sensitive nerve endings. “Let’s turn you around, sweetheart.”

She didn’t understand what he wanted, but steady hands guided her around so that she knelt on the bench and rested her head on her forearms against the towel. He pulled her thighs farther apart, adjusting her stance until the jet hit her clitoris in a steady stream and she cried out in pleasure.

His hands went back to work on her, brushing her inner thighs, then her calves, then even the soles of her feet before moving to knead her stomach and then her freed breasts, while his lips and teeth explored her nape and the vulnerable area behind her ears.

She could feel his erection pressing against her through his shorts. She ground herself against him with frustration, wanting to feel his naked flesh against her.
 
Why did he still have his swimsuit on?

She couldn’t make her mouth form words to ask. She was rapidly losing touch with coherent thought as the excitement and need built inside her to nearly unbearable levels. She hung, suspended on the verge of climax, the bubbling jet caressing her sweet spot but not giving enough stimulation to send her over. His caresses had turned every one of her nerve endings into a raw conduit for pleasure, but he didn’t trespass on the flesh that needed it most.

She began to writhe, first pressing her bottom against him and then leaning forward, trying to increase the pressure of the water jet on her clitoris. Neither helped, and she found herself crying out her need, begging Brett to take her.

B
 
ut he didn’t.

He reminded her to relax.

“I can’t!”

“Shh…baby, yes, you can. It will be worth it. Trust me.
 
Please.
”

She shook her head violently. She couldn’t do it, and the kneading massage wasn’t helping anymore.

“Shh…” he soothed her over and over again as his hands stilled on her completely. “Come on, sugar, you can do it.”

Then he whispered a litany of sexy words in her ears, telling her how good it would be if she would just hold on a little longer, if she would only relax this one last time.

Taking several deep breaths that made her chest ache, she forced her rigid muscles to loosen.

“That’s right, darlin’. You’re doing so good.” He started touching her again, but kept reminding her not to tense up until she was whimpering and her vocabulary had diminished to one word.
 
Please
.

He was playing with her nipples now, but it wasn’t enough. The delicate pinching and rolling of her engorged peaks only added to the maelstrom of need coursing through her. Her breath got choppy, she couldn’t get enough air into her lungs, and her pleas were coming out guttural and low as primal desires wracked her body.

She bit the back of her hand to stop from screaming in tortured pleasure. But then the jets stopped and she did scream. She needed the water’s caress on her clitoris.

Rocking her hips back and forth in the now still water, she hissed with frustration. “Brett, turn them back on. Please. I can’t stand this!”

She felt herself being lifted and then laid on her back, her legs dangling in the water as her bottom balanced on the edge of the hot tub.

He put the towel back under her head, but she could have told him it didn’t matter. No amount of discomfort could compare to the agonizing need in her lower body.

He shifted to kneel between her legs, pressing them wide open with a hand on each of her inner thighs. The now cool air made her clitoris tighten and she tried to close her legs, but his hold prevented her.

Then Brett’s mouth closed over her swollen, aching flesh, his tongue lapping up a wet warmth that did not come from the hot tub. It felt so good, she almost fainted.

“Oh, yes…please…please…Brett…please…oh, gosh…please!”

He licked her like an ice cream bar, his talented tongue further stimulating her swollen labia but not quite giving her the relief she sought.

She arched up toward his face and cried gutturally, “Now, damn it, Brett…do it!”

And he did, two fingers sliding inside her and pressing against a nerve center that made her scream again with pleasure. His lips closed over her clitoris, his teeth holding it in place for his tongue to thrash. And she exploded with an orgasm so intense everything went black around the edges while her body shook with the climax.

But she didn’t faint, and the sensations did not abate like they had that afternoon. Her orgasm went on and on, and on, and on, and on, and he didn’t stop what he was doing with his mouth, not for a second. She thrashed violently against him, but still the convulsions kept tightening her insides and making her hips buck under his mouth.

She lost all sense of time and place while she went through one crashing wave of sensation after another. Finally, she could stand no more and she collapsed against the hard concrete, her limbs totally boneless, small whimpers coming from her throat in involuntary bursts.

He immediately changed the way he was touching her, sliding his fingers out of her. He gentled her with his lips against her labia, and then with sure hands as he pulled her back into the soothing water. She sat in his lap, with trembling legs straddling his thighs, and received a massage that brought her sawing breaths back under control and her speeding heartbeat out of the danger zone.

“That was incredible,” she said against his neck, her voice choked with emotional tears she couldn’t begin to stem.

“Yes.” His voice sounded raw and strained.

“Are you okay?”

“Better than okay.”

“I…you didn’t…do you want…I could…” A yawn choked off her words.

He laughed. “Yes…definitely you, you incredible woman. And I did. It’s been years since that happened in my shorts, but baby, you are one sexy lover.”

She nuzzled him. “Thank you.”

“It’s the truth.”

“For what you did.”

“We both did it, or didn’t you notice?”

All she’d noticed was that she’d just experienced the impossible at his hands.

“If you hadn’t touched me like that, I could never have…” Her voice trailed off. She had no idea how to describe what had just happened.

“Had an extended massive orgasm?”

That worked. “Yes.”

“We’ll have to do it again sometime soon.”

“Don’t know if I’d survive,” she mumbled against his skin.

“I have it on good authority you would.”

Tension filled her despite how wrung-out her body was. “Other women have proven it?”

“Not by me.” He soothed her renewed tautness with smooth, skillful caresses on her back. “But I read a book.”

“You
 
read a book
 
on doing
 
that
?” He had to be kidding.

“Yep. I was on assignment. It was that or a book on the history of goatherding. The sex manual won hands down.”

“Glad you read it,” she mumbled as her brain shut down.