Consumed by a Stranger (Craved Series #4) Page 8

  I lifted the glass to my lips, letting the cool sweetness coat my tongue. Then I carried it to the bathroom and set it down on the counter so I could stop the water.

  "Your bath is ready madam," I said, moving my glass closer to the tub.

  "And what about the sexy servant I ordered to administer the sponge?" she asked, leaning in the doorway.

  "He's ready, too," I said, stepping into the tub and sitting down. "Oh that's nice." I leaned my head back against the blue and white tiled wall behind me. "I insist you join me this instant."

  Audrey leaned over, pulled a jar of bath salts out from under the sink, and sprinkled a generous handful in the tub with me. "I'm not sure what those do," she said. "But they smell nice."

  "A gift I take it?"

  "Yeah, it's a girl thing. Somebody somewhere sent out a memo in the nineties that the best gift for women of all ages is nice smelling bath products and scented candles and people just refuse to let it go."

  "You have a scented candle collection?"

  She shrugged. "I don't know a woman who doesn't."

  "I had no idea that was a thing."

  "Oh it's a thing alright," she said. "Would you like me to light one? Or twenty?"

  "I'd like you to get in the goddamn tub before I drag you in."

  Her mouth turned up at the corners as she swapped the salts for a washcloth, placing it on the toilet beside my drink. Then she put her glass and the wine bottle on the floor next to the tub.

  "I'm coming, I'm coming," she said, untying her robe.

  "Gosh that sounds familiar," I said, watching as she hung her robe on the hook behind the door and stepped into the tub.

  And as she sank down between my legs for the third time that day, I was pleased to find it wasn't getting old.

  Chapter 17: Audrey

  It took a little bit of wriggling so that we could both fit in my bathtub, and even then Jack couldn't quite stretch his legs out in front of him.

  But he swore he was comfortable so I faced away from him, leaned back against his chest, and hung my wrists on his knees.

  I was no stranger to drinking wine in the tub, though it was normally something I only did when I was depressed.

  I liked how dark my bathroom could get and the fact that I could slide under the surface and hold my breath, forcing my mind to forget whatever was worrying me.

  But I didn't want my senses dulled in this situation. I wanted them sharp. I wanted to remember what it felt like to lay against Jack's wet chest, my body rising and falling with his breath.

  It was another first in a night of many.

  I did have sex in a shower stall once during college, but the water wasn't even running. The guy and I just both had roommates we weren't crazy about at the time.

  I couldn't even remember his last name. Meanwhile, not only was I never going to forget Jack's last name, but it was the first one I'd thought of extensively in a long time.

  To be honest, I wasn't sure if I liked the whole "taking of the man's last name" tradition, but if I ever did have to change mine, Quinn wasn’t too bad. It was actually a nicer name than my own. I mean, Lawrence was okay, but it wasn't especially interesting or strong.

  Of course, I hadn’t daydreamed about that stuff since I was in third grade, and it was as pointless now as it was then.

  I mean, how was I feasibly going to date a rich guy who lived on the other side of the world? I wasn't exactly broke, but it would be impossible to hide the fact that I didn’t have the disposable necessary for a jet setting lifestyle.

  Plus, I didn't want to be taken care of. I’d settle for learning how to take better care of myself. Then again, maybe it wouldn't be so bad. Maybe being cared for wasn’t always synonymous with helplessness and dependence.

  Hadn't Jack already proven to me that it was possible for him to take care of me without suffocating me or throwing money at my problems? Perhaps I could handle his special brand of affection without sacrificing my independence.

  But overcoming the geographical distance between us seemed an insurmountable task. I mean, when we were together, we were so together it was intoxicating. But I don’t know how secure I would feel being so far out of his sight if it meant I risked also being out of his mind.

  I didn't want a boyfriend that far away. Shit, sometimes I didn't even think I wanted a boyfriend period.

  But I did want Jack. I wanted every inch of him and all his attention. He gave me that same greedy feeling I got when I knew I was going to be home all night with a pint of Ben & Jerry's without the associated guilt.

  It was sort of a ravenous crazed feeling, and I was starting to worry that if we couldn't make it work, there would be a lot of sad baths in my future.

  "Would you mind turning the water on?" Jack asked, his voice saving me from my impractical thought loop.

  "Sure," I said, leaning forward and looking around to make sure the detachable showerhead wasn't somewhere it would make a mess.

  "It's cool," he said. "I've got it."

  I turned the water on a low warm setting, figuring he just wanted to top up the heat.

  And I guess I was right because as soon as I leaned back against him, he reached up and cupped my breast, kneading it in his large hand.

  It felt good to have him touching me again, and I let my head fall to the side.

  A moment later, he lowered his lips to my neck and began kissing the length of it.

  Between the wine and the temperature of the bath, I was feeling deliciously lightheaded.

  And when he reached the showerhead between my legs so he could massage my clit with the soft jets, I moaned and slid a hand behind his neck, closing my eyes and wishing he would never stop.

  Chapter 18: Jack

  She reacted just the way I was hoping she would.

  As I moved the jets against her clit, she stayed still, holding her breath until I gave her a little break. Then I'd press the showerhead against her again, watching her face flush with pleasure.

  With my other hand full of tit, there was nothing I could do to hide the fact that pleasuring her was making me hard again.

  "I thought you'd had enough tonight?" she asked.

  "So did I," I said. "But you do something to me, Audrey. And whatever it is, I guess it doesn't go away when you're naked with me in the tub."

  "Go figure."

  "But I just want you to relax this time," I said. "You won't have to lift a finger."

  "Just a dick?"

  "Which you've already done."

  "I know," she said. "I can feel you against my back."

  "That's not the only place you're going to feel me."

  She sighed, tilting her hips towards the nozzle in my hands. "Why am I not surprised?"

  "Maybe you're getting used to my surprises."

  "Never," she said, squirming against my chest.

  I slid my hand down her stomach, stopping when I reached between her legs so I could tease her with my hand as well as the nozzle.

  "Oh god," she said, digging her fingertips into my knees.

  "I want to make you come again," I said. "Just like this. Right into my hands."

  She inhaled sharply. "That feels so good," she said. "How did you even think to do that?"

  "Cause all I do is think of ways to make you feel good." I crushed her clit across her opening, hoping it would help make her ready for me so I could take her as soon as she came.

  "I'm actually starting to believe that," she said, sliding her ass back so my dick was stiff between us.

  "Don't stop," she said. "Right there."

  I looked down her wet chest and focused on bringing her to the brink. And as her bottom lip began to quiver, I knew I had her right where I wanted her.

  A second later, she arched her neck and tilted her head towards the ceiling as her lashes fluttered and my name tumbled from her lips.

  It felt like she would've shattered if I hadn't been holding her in my arms as her orgasm coursed through her, but I wouldn’t h
ave let go of her for anything.

  Instead, I waited until she caught her breath and dropped her head again before pinning the showerhead to the side of the tub with my thigh and sliding my hands under her ass.

  Then I lifted her up and lowered her straight onto my dick as her hands fumbled for the sides of the tub.

  She let out a little whimper at first since the water made for a lousy lubricant. But as soon as my head pushed past her slit, I was able to slide right in, letting gravity drop her to the base of my cock.

  She felt so tight with her legs out in front of her that I couldn't stifle the growl that bubbled up from the bottom of my throat.

  "Oh god," she breathed. "You feel so good."

  "So do you," I said, putting my hands on her hips so I could rock her forwards and back, milking my dick with her gorgeous body.

  She moved as easily as a rag doll and as my desire for her grew, the water sloshed faster around us in the tub. Soon, her pussy was sucking me so hard I didn't even notice her reach for the showerhead.

  Until I felt the warm jets against my balls.

  "You like that?" Audrey asked, fondling my balls with one hand and moving the jets against them with the other.

  "Fuck me," I breathed, sinking my fingertips into her hips. I'd never felt so overwhelmed. The combination of the jets, her delicate fingers, and her pussy clenching around my throbbing cock was more than my body could take. "I'm gonna come," I said, rocking her so fast water splashed up around us.

  A moment later, I groaned and pulled her down on me, pumping her full of everything I had while she kneaded my taint with her fingertips.

  When I finally stopped coming, I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her towards me, laying my face against her back while I relished the feeling of being inside her. "Where'd you fucking learn to do that?"

  She looked over her shoulder at me, her face glowing. "All I do is think of ways to make you feel good."

  I smiled. “Well your creativity is just one of the things I fucking love about you." I leaned forward and kissed her. The angle was awkward, but as there was no part of her I didn't want to kiss, it didn't matter whether I landed squarely on her lips or not.

  "That was nice," she said, planting her hands on the side of the tub so she could lift her body off me.

  "Yeah," I said. "We should do it again sometime."

  She laughed and spun around, wedging her feet behind me and scooting into the space between my legs. "I think that's the first bath I've ever taken where I actually felt dirtier at the end of it than I did at the beginning."

  "I'm glad."

  "You are?"

  "Sure, why not? That fits right in with our evening of firsts," I said. "Plus, I’m sure that was way more fun than the foam party we could've had."

  "I like your thinking," she said, reaching for the washcloth next to my wine. "Of course, we could always have that foam party now."

  "A suppose some soap might be a nice addition to the bath," I said. "Not that it will do anything to fix a woman as filthy as you."

  "Me?!" she said. "You're the filthy one."

  "Am I?"

  "Absolutely," she said. "I'm merely a victim of your sexual desires."

  "A willing victim though."

  "True," she said, pouring some body wash over the washcloth.

  I watched as she worked it into a lather. Then she laid the soapy cloth on my chest, moving it in little circles over my shoulders and down my arms.

  "You know what, Jack?"

  "What?"

  "Never mind," she said, shaking her head.

  "No, go on," I said. "I’m listening.”

  She sighed. "I can't decide if you're the best thing that's ever happened to me or the worst."

  I raised my eyebrows. "How could I be the worst?"

  "Because now that I know how much fun you are to be with, I'm afraid I could never be happy with anyone else."

  I stared at her face while she washed me. Her focus was unchanged, but I thought I detected a hint of sadness behind her expression.

  "Audrey?"

  "What?" she asked, stopping to look at me.

  "I know what you mean."

  "You do?"

  I nodded. "Yeah," I said, laying a hand over hers in the middle of my chest. "I feel exactly the same way."

  Chapter 19: Audrey

  I barely had the energy to stumble onto the bed after our bath.

  I scooted over to my preferred side and lay down, watching Jack towel himself off and wrap his white towel around his waist.

  I swear to god from the way it pulled across his hip bones and hugged his ass when he was done, I almost wished he would wear just a towel all the time.

  He walked around to my side of the bed.

  I rolled over to greet him as he sat down.

  "What a night, eh?" he said.

  "You said it." I reached up and grabbed one of my bed pillows so I could prop up my sleepy head.

  "I know you probably have work to do in the morning," he said. "And I don't want to be presumptuous-"

  "Stay," I said.

  "Are you sure?"

  My eyes flicked up at my alarm clock. It was after midnight. "Of course."

  He smiled at me.

  “As long as you promise not to be offended when I fall asleep in record time-"

  He laughed. "I'll probably be more proud than offended."

  "And not to get the wrong impression about the kind of girl I am," I said, laying a hand against his lower back and dragging my fingers along the base of his spine.

  "There's nothing wrong with the kind of girl you are."

  “Good,” I said. “Then stay.”

  I couldn't believe he thought I'd kick him out after the night we had. I know he was just trying to be a gentleman, but it was too late for that. I was so sprung it would've been impossible for me to ask him to leave with any conviction.

  "Lay down," I said, scooting back and patting the bed in front of me.

  "I think you should get under the covers," he said. "So you don't get cold when the heat from the bath wears off."

  "Whatever you say," I said, getting on all fours and yanking my comforter down.

  He helped lift the covers over me and then went to hang his towel up in the bathroom… which is the point when my Mother would've decided he was a keeper.

  A moment later, he returned and crawled in naked beside me.

  Seeing him under my covers was surreal even after everything we'd done. It may even have been the strangest moment of all.

  Jack pulled me towards him.

  I threw a leg over him so we could scootch closer. "Thanks for such a lovely evening."

  "It was lovely, wasn't it?" he asked. "And to think twenty four hours ago, I was wondering if you would even invite me in."

  "I guess I wasn't quite as over you as I thought I was."

  He furrowed his brow. "You wanted to get over me?"

  "It's not that I wanted to," I said. "I just didn't think I had a choice."

  "You always have a choice, Audrey. Always."

  "I know you’re right, but my life experience hasn't exactly led me to the same conclusion."

  "I'm glad I came when I did anyway. I would've been devastated if I'd been too late."

  I raised my eyebrows. "Devastated, huh?"

  "That's probably an understatement."

  "You're really smitten with me then?"

  "Another understatement."

  "I like you, too, Jack, and I'm glad you came after me. I think we might have something here."

  "I know we do."

  "What do we do now though?" I asked. "I mean, I can't exactly afford to come visit you in Thailand every other week."

  He pursed his lips.

  "And I can't expect you to live out of a hotel down the street in a city that's not yours just so we can keep dating."

  "It would be a small price to pay."

  I could see in his eyes that he was serious, that he was wracking his bra
in for a solution as hard as I was. But I couldn't see one… unless one of us agreed to move and it seemed too early to talk about such a big step.