Take Me

And no matter what, she wasn’t going to let him make love to her. Even if she had to lock herself in the bathroom with a dildo all night long to deal with the way he made her feel, she was going to hold out on him.

“Go away,” Lily said to the loud and insistent voice of doubt that told her she was crazy, that said she had no hope of torturing Travis, not when she rated a negative number on the “how sexy are you?” scale compared to Travis’s off-the-charts score. Grasping at strings she searched her travel-muddled brain for the positive affirmations she had had read in the book at the back of her bookshelf. Looking around the suite to make sure that Travis wasn’t going to witness her talking to herself like a lunatic, she said, “I am a strong, beautiful woman. I love myself, and others love me, too.”

The sound of running water made her jump halfway out of her skin. Travis hadn’t heard her, had he? She could only imagine the kind of ridicule he would heap upon her for repeating her stupid, never-gonna-happen mantras.

Hoping she looked calm and composed, she turned to look through the door of the bedroom into the living room. Travis was leaning against the bathroom door on the far side of the gracious suite, wearing nothing but a towel. His chest was tanned with a light dusting of dark hair in the vee between his pecs, and Lily couldn’t help but think that he should have an infomercial on TV selling some sort of abdominal exercise products with a six-pack like his. It took Lily every ounce of willpower not to give away her intense and immediate arousal from just looking at him.

“Like the room?” he drawled.

Even as she breathed a sigh of relief that he hadn’t overheard her doing those stupid affirmations, Lily wanted to smack him for being so supremely confident. So deliciously male. So perfect. Why did he have to be so flawless? It wasn’t fair that she had been given a laundry list of shortcomings, while Travis had been showered with brains, beauty, and unflagging confidence.

Travis was still staring at her from across the room. The challenge was clear in the heat of his gaze, the indolence of his stance. Lily knew it was time to make some decisions, and quick.

I’ll never get what I want out of life if I don’t go for it.

Reaching for her new feminine wiles, she said, “This room is amazing,” letting her voice drop to a husky burr. She kicked off her heels and moved past him into the exquisite bathroom. A huge sunken whirlpool tub in the middle of the room was filling with steaming water. Glancing at Travis over her shoulder, Lily purred, “Thanks so much for running a bath for me. I really needed one after such an exhausting flight.”

Trying not to worry about cellulite, reminding herself that she had been completely naked and in control with Travis at his client’s pool just days ago, Lily dropped one strap of her red dress from her shoulder, then the other, pushing the stretchy red fabric of the dress down. The bodice had an inner support built in and wasn’t meant to be worn with a bra, so her ni**les popped up above the fabric. Lily stilled, unable to continue.

What am I doing? She looked up into the mirror and saw herself half-naked, with Travis standing mere feet behind her in nothing but a towel.

Almost afraid of what she might see, she forced herself to look into Travis’s eyes. The unbridled lust in them infused Lily with a new shot of confidence. She stripped the rest of her dress off along with her panties and stepped into the tub, sliding down the slick porcelain into the safety of the hot water.

Feeling much more confident with her lumps and bumps at least partially hidden beneath the bubbles of the jets, she whispered, “Ahh, it feels so good,” and had to bite down on the inside of her lip to fight back her smile of victory at Travis’s instantaneous reaction to her erotic teasing.

The towel around his waist did nothing to conceal his enormous erection. Patting the tile surrounding the tub, not knowing whether she was being foolish or brave, Lily said, “There’s enough room for both of us in here. Besides,” she said, dropping her eyes to hide her lie, “I trust you to honor our agreement.”

Travis ripped the towel from around his waist and Lily got an eyeful of his glorious c**k before he climbed into the opposite end of the whirlpool tub, the hair on his legs tickling the skin on the outsides of her thighs as he stretched his legs out around her hips. Lily pulled in her legs just enough that her knees crested at the top of the water, anything to get away from Travis’s heat.

Every nerve ending in Lily’s body was on fire. Every part of her begged to touch him. She wanted to feel the hot length of his shaft in her hands. Against her lips. In her pu**y.

It took every ounce of strength not to straddle him in the tub. She was already so wet, so ready for him, that she knew how easily he would slide deep, so deep, into her slickness. Her muscles contracted at the thought. Too tired to fight her arousal any longer, and knowing that she’d never be able to relax or sleep again until she relieved her intense arousal, Lily let her hand drift under the bubbles.

Gently, she touched herself between her legs, pushing one finger inside. Slick fluid coated her finger, and her vagina clenched, disappointed that the slim digit wasn’t nine hot inches.

Lily could hear Travis’s breath coming out in short, loud puffs, and it excited her even more. I’m getting to him, she thought with satisfaction. I’m driving him crazy.

Not only did she desperately want to make him suffer, but God almighty did she need to come, or she was going to go crazy herself. Feeling deliciously naughty, instead of pulling her hand away from her mons and putting it back on the tile rim of the large tub, she allowed her hips to settle firmly against Travis’s calves and rubbed small, firm circles against her clit. From beneath her half-closed eyes she could see Travis watching her br**sts as they floated on the surface of the water, her ni**les appearing above the water, then moving below again.

“What the hell are you doing?” Travis growled.

Not stopping the movement of her hand on her clit, Lily opened her eyes wide, giving Travis her most innocent look. “Taking a bath,” she replied, knowing that he had begun to watch her hand under the bubbles as she swirled the moist and swollen nub between her legs.

Feeling incredibly bold, she turned the question on him. “What are you doing?”

Travis pierced her with his green eyes. “Watching you masturbate, I think.”

Lily’s hand stilled at his audacious words. How could she continue like this? Lily Ellis wasn’t a bad girl!