Tell Me Something (The "Something" Series Book 1) (24 page)

“I was upstairs only thirty minutes. Did you whip something up or call in some elves?”

He smiled across the stove and lifted a lid. “Elves, my lady.”

“I won’t say the R word, but this is lovely. Thank you.”

“The R word. Ah, romantic. I guess that will be our secret, too.”

He dished up our plates and crossed over to the bistro table on the other side of the kitchen. The window view was breathtaking with the sun setting off in the distance. He pulled out my chair and we both ate in silence.

It was nice to see him casual in his linen pants and shirt, barefoot, opening a bottle of wine. He looked relaxed, and with the slight stubble on his newly tanned face, it hit me once again how very handsome he was. The fact that he was mine, at least for now, gave me a great sense of pleasure.

“Tell me something on your mind right now causing that smile,” he requested, narrowing his eyes across the table.

I was enjoying the poached salmon and risotto and getting full quickly. “I was thinking about how relaxed you look and how happy I am to get to see this side of you. The stubble and tan are very sexy, Mr. Singer.”

He gave me a wicked grin that made my stomach do a flip-flop of anticipation.

“Tell me something, I returned.”

“Hmm, I was thinking about something a little more kinky I’d like to try later.”

Lowering my fork slowly, I felt the liquid heat pool in my center.

“You keep looking at me like that, and we’re not going to finish dinner, Haylee.”

“Promise?” I challenged, getting to my feet as he did the same.

Then we were on each other, hot like the very first time, mouths greedy, hands groping for skin contact. Then suddenly I was being lifted and taken downstairs.

I’d been aware that there was a lower level, but hadn’t yet explored that part of the house. Wondering what was in store, I watched as he turned on the lights. My eyes widened when I realized we were in a large bathroom that had a steam room on the far side and a huge mirror along one entire wall.

He put me down gently onto my feet “Take off your clothes, baby.” His voice had an edge to it that let me know how much he was fighting for control.

It turned me on to know I had that sort of effect over him.

He opened the door to the steam room and turned on the water. Then he watched as I peeled off the sundress down the length of my body, revealing that I had no panties on. “Ah, aren’t you full of surprises? Thought you’d get lucky tonight?”

“I was hoping,” I grinned.

I watched as he took off his clothes and marveled at how strong his body was. I longed to touch it. I didn’t have long to wait as he crossed over to me, took my hand, and led me into the shower stall filled with steam.

His fingers found my warm, damp entrance, and I moaned into his mouth as he ravaged my lips with his kiss. My hand caressed his velvety flesh, finding him hard and ready.

“Turn around,” he commanded, after opening the door of the steam shower and leading me back out to the bathroom in front of the glass.

I swallowed hard at the vision of us in the large mirror, naked with his arms around me from the back and his hands stroking my body.

“Why doesn’t the mirror fog up?” I had to ask.

“It’s no-fog I guess, maybe for this very purpose.”

I was mesmerized watching as his hand dipped lower and his fingers explored my sensitive folds in the reflection. My knees felt weak with the heat of the steam and his hardness behind me. With his other hand, he reached for mine and led it down to where his fingers were touching me.

“I want you to touch yourself, Haylee, and I want to watch. Like this.”

We locked eyes in the mirror and the sheer intensity spiked my libido up another level.

“I’m not sure how…”

“Shh, I’ve got you. You are so beautiful, and I want to watch you as you come for me. Then I’m going to fuck you from behind and make you come again.”

I was about to combust merely at the thought of it. He bent down, moving my legs wider and landing kisses over the backs of my thighs and up to my back and shoulders. I made small circles with my fingers and watched him straighten and splay his hands over my breasts and down my stomach the while watching our images in the mirror.

“Let me feel how you’re doing.” He dipped two fingers into me, and I gasped, wanting to rub against him. I ground my backside into his fingers, searching for the relief I couldn’t seem to find.

“God, you’re positively dripping. Easy now, unless you want me to play with your ass?”

I swallowed hard, and he gave me a slow smile, spreading my wetness up as I felt like I was going to lose my ability to stand.

“Do you know how many times I thought of this since our plane ride using instant messenger? Rub harder, like this.” He threaded his fingers through mine and rubbed smaller more deliberate circles, pressing over my clit.

“Josh, I…” His fingers left mine, and I watched as he positioned himself behind me.

“Just my fingers, baby.” He inserted a finger into my backside with his other digits slipping up inside my wet center.

A trembling groan left my body and my orgasm shred me completely, including my ability to stay upright. Luckily, his strong arms braced me from behind as I rode the last wave, and he brought me to the floor gently, folding his body behind me.

“Well, now, this position has possibilities, too.” He stood briefly and came back with two plush folded towels. “Do you think you can sit up on your knees?”

I could only nod, not able to find my voice at the moment.

“Stay right there. I’ll be right back, don’t move a muscle.”

As if I could, I thought, watching him leave.

He came back a short time later with something in his hand. He knelt behind me and reached around to reveal what was in his palm. “You’re going to learn how to pleasure yourself.”

I could only whimper as he took my hand and inserted my fingers with his into my slick sensitive folds.

“Do you feel that? Now you’re going to do this to yourself, and I’m going to watch. Then the next time we’re apart and we play via iPad or phone, I’ll know what you look like when you make yourself come.”

Jesus, it was almost too much as he turned on the vibrator.

“This is the rabbit. I want to watch you insert it. Put it in all the way, as far as it goes. You’re plenty ready for it, aren’t you?”

I wiggled into a position in which I could push it in and took a breath, moving it deeper. I closed my eyes, giving myself over to the sensation.

“Open your eyes, baby. Look at me.”

I met his gaze and couldn’t help but pant with desire. The new vibrating sensation inside of me and his burning gaze had me captivated. “I want you…” I started to say that I wanted him inside me, but he put a finger to my lips.

I took it into my mouth and heard his hiss. “Fuck.”

His other hand ran up my backside. “Start with your fingers, rub that sensitive little nub for me. That’s it. Do you know how much this turns me on right now? You are unbelievably sexy.”

I felt feverish for him, watching his heavy eyes through the mirror watch me. I knew he was having a hard time staying patient.

“That’s it. Rub it harder, and I’m going to turn up the vibrator to high.”

What the hell? I realized he had a small remote in his palm and felt the change in speed with a jolt.

“That’s right, feel it.” His hands cupped my breasts and pinched my tender nipples, rolling and teasing them to sharpened peaks.

“That’s it, you’re almost there, come for me, my Haylee.”

That was all it took as my orgasm washed over me completely.

His hands reached down and took out the vibrator. Then I was nudged onto all fours. He entered me from behind, and I reveled in the fullness of his hard cock fitting inside of me as if it was made for me. Looking up in the mirror at the visual of him behind me doggy style was erotic with the heat and steam surrounding us.

“You feel incredible, so fucking hot. Do you like this?”

“Yes. God yes.” My voice was gravelly, and my body felt like I wasn’t going to be able to stay conscious if I had another orgasm. But Josh was unrelenting as he reached around and rained an assault on my over-sensitized center of nerves. I had no choice but to meet the silent demand of his eyes in the mirror as I tumbled over the cliff. His climax followed shortly after sending hot wetness deep inside of me.

The intimacy and power of what just happened left me completely drained. I collapsed onto the dewy tiled floor with Josh lying down beside me caressing my back.

“I think I should have a steam room and mirror installed in my apartment. What do you think?”

I gave a little moan. “I think I might not survive it, but it would be a hell of a way to go.”

“Ha, I think that makes two of us.”

I lay there, unable to move a muscle, as he got up and turned off the water.

He smiled, scooping me up into his arms from the floor and then carried me upstairs to the bedroom. I was pretty sure I was unconscious before he even covered me with the comforter.

***

The light wasn’t yet shining through the blinds, and Josh was in a peaceful slumber beside me when I woke the next morning. I didn’t get very many opportunities to observe him sleep, so I propped up on an elbow and enjoyed soaking him in, from his long soot-colored lashes to his full lips and impressively muscled chest and arms. This powerful, gorgeous, sexy man was in my bed, and he had made sure that the worst Christmas had turned into the best days after. Our relationship had reached a new intimacy. It was no longer purely sex but hand holding and soft kisses and tender moments.

I puttered into the bathroom, brushed my teeth, and then took a long look at myself. I would not start thinking of this as anything more than a nice progression to our romance.

“Are you thinking about experimenting on your own in the mirror?”

Josh filled the doorway. My pulse instantly spiked at the sight of him in nothing but silk boxers, showing off solid chest, chiseled abs, and powerful thighs.

“Christ, Haylee, the way you look at me—it’s the hottest fuck-me look in the history of fuck-me looks.”

“You’re kidding. Please tell me I don’t have an actual
fuck-me
look.”

His response was to quirk a brow. “You have a couple, but sliding your gaze from my head on down is perhaps my favorite and the least subtle of them.”

I moved into his arms, hugging him close. “I can’t be held accountable for looking at you that way with a body like yours on display. Any woman would do the same.”

“Hmm, considering you’re splendidly naked right now, I would say right back at you, and you’re the only woman I want looking at me that way.”

“Oh, good answer.” My lips brushed over his.

“How about you go get the bed warm for us again? I’m going to brush my teeth and we’ll make out.”

Giggling, I slapped his butt on my way back to bed. Looking at the clock, I saw it was only four in the morning. I stretched in the bed, loving the feeling of having this time with him all to myself.

“Ready to make out?” he said, coming back to the bed.

This wonderfully playful mood was contagious, but I made the mistake of trying to see if he was ticklish. Turns out he wasn’t, and then the tables were turned.

“All right, all right, I surrender, I surrender.”

He stopped, thank the good Lord, and grinned.

I had a moment where I contemplated revealing how I felt, but I couldn’t yet. It was too soon, so instead I put all of my emotions into kissing him, loving the fact that we could go from such hot sex downstairs to making sweet love in the early morning light.

***

Later we took a boat out and spent the day cruising. Josh packed a picnic lunch and we lazed around in the sun and water. I thoroughly enjoyed watching him sail the boat, looking tanned and in charge.

We arrived back at the house in the early evening. After a nice long, hot, sexy shower we went down to the kitchen where Josh took some time teaching me how to cook. We were slicing tomatoes and basil with his arms around me from the back as I wiggled against his arousal, enjoying the fact that we were essentially engaged in foreplay with every touch, when Josh’s phone rang.

He glanced at the caller ID and set it down. Then, making the effort to be more communicative, his eyes darted over my face. “It’s Catherine. I’ll call her when we get back.”

He smiled and we got back to dinner prep. My phone rang this time and I checked the ID. “Do you think it’s urgent?”

He took the phone out of my hand and put it down. “This is our time.”

I smiled, and then his phone rang again. “Josh, it’s fine, you can answer it. It seems strange for her to be calling both of us.”

He searched my eyes and then grabbed his phone. “Catherine, slow down. Take a deep breath. Now say that again.” He gave me a look that conveyed she was upset, and I could hear her muffled voice on the other side.

While I rubbed his back in support, he gave me a helpless look. Considering I didn’t normally see him at such a loss for words, I sympathized. Obviously, Catherine was upset, and he didn’t know what to say or do.