My Everything - Seth & Amber (31 page)

“Hi,” she said softly, trying to gauge his
mood.

“Hi,” he replied, his voice low.

Her body trembled at the sound of his husky
tone.

Realizing if she could smell the stench on
herself, then he could too, she quickly explained, “I was just
about to take a shower.”

He didn’t say anything, just turned and
started walking towards his bedroom, carrying her in his arms. She
loved that he didn’t talk just to talk. It made the words which he
did choose to speak all that much more important and special.

Amber sighed as she snuggled into him and
buried her face against his neck. She inhaled deeply and a warmth
of pleasure spread through her as the scent of clean soap and
rugged earthiness enveloped her senses. He smelled like…Seth.

Tingles ran down her spine. She didn’t think
she would ever get used to the potent effect that Seth’s scent had
on her body. As the lovely sensation overtook her, she closed her
eyes and let herself completely relax, sinking into his cushioning
embrace.

Far too soon, she felt herself being lowered
to the floor. She wanted to protest the new position but she knew
he couldn’t carry her around all night. As her feet hit the cold
tile floor, she opened her eyes to see that she was standing in the
master bathroom.

It was amazing. The room had an almost
dreamlike quality to it. There were several candles lit, steam
floated through the air, and soft oldies music played from an iPod
dock on the counter.

Amber really hoped that this wasn’t another
one of her sexay-time dreams. Or, if it was, then she really didn’t
want to wake up anytime soon.

Seth moved behind her and she felt her arms
being lifted as he pulled her cream sweater up and over her head
gently. Her eyes looked up into the mirror and her breath caught in
her throat. His magnificent form framed her as his china blue eyes
stared at her through the reflection.

Her pulse sped as she watched his large hands
tenderly spread across her thin waist. His thick fingers traced
along the hem of her jeans. Her eyes grew heavy-lidded as he undid
the button to her jeans before pulling the zipper down. His
movements were steady and unhurried.

He dipped his roughened fingers beneath her
panties touching her bare skin and a zing of awareness zapped
through her at his touch. He pushed her pants and underwear down in
one movement, she held onto his muscled shoulder as she stepped out
of them.

He stood back up and his arms wound around
her waist once again. He nestled his face to her as he held her
possessively. She felt his warm breath against her neck and she
sucked in a shuddering breath.

The fabric of his jeans covering his hardened
groin rubbed deliciously against her naked backside. His soft
cotton shirt grazed her back as he tightened his hold on her.
Amber’s dazed eyes lifted once again to take in their reflection in
the mirror. She stood fully nude surrounded by Seth’s embrace. Both
the visual and tactile experiences were highly erotic, causing her
to quiver with need.

Seth must have taken this as a sign that she
was cold because he moved away from her then and led her to the
corner of the large room where there was a large oval tub filled
with steaming water.

Oh dear God, if this is a dream, please,
please can I just never wake up!

That hot bath looked heavenly but Amber
already missed the feeling of protection and safety that she had
felt in Seth’s arms.

“Are you going to join me?” she asked as she
dipped her toe and stepped into the heated water.

As she lifted her other leg over the side of
the tub, Seth was already naked and stepping in behind her. The man
had serious skills. He sat and she slid down between his legs. She
felt his steel length pressing firmly along her back and his strong
thighs rubbed against her body.

He lifted a silver cup that sat on the edge
of the tub then dipped it in the bathwater. “Lean your head back,”
he instructed.

As soon as she did, he poured the heavenly
water over her, and the liquid warmth cascaded down her head and
over her shoulders. He expertly repeated this several times before
picking up a washcloth she hadn’t even noticed was there. He wet
the rag before picking up a bar of soap and working it into the
cloth until it was nice and sudsy.

He then began running the soapy washcloth up
and down her arms and over her shoulders. When he got to her neck
she heard him curse under his breath as he brushed the fabric
gently over her abrasions. He picked up the shiny silver cup again
this time pouring it over her now soapy skin.

She closed her eyes as she melted into his
well-defined chest. She listened to the soft melodic music and
reveled in the decadent pleasure of his unadulterated pampering.
She felt the soft fabric on her skin again, this time just below
her collar bone. A frisson of excitement raced through her as his
steady hands guided the cloth down over her breasts.

Amber watched as he rubbed the washcloth over
her chest. He then set the cloth down and his hands spread across
the slopes of her breasts as they enveloped her creamy suds-covered
mounds. Seth gently squeezed her fullness in his large hands. Her
nipples strained in tight peaks seeking his attention.

A soft cry escaped her mouth as she
shamelessly pushed her chest against his palms. She felt a deep
moan vibrate in his chest as his heart pounded against her back. He
continued sensually kneading her breasts still avoiding her aching
nipples.

“Touch me,” she pleaded.

Without a moment’s hesitation, his fingers
surrounded her puckering nipples. He rubbed them firmly, then
rolled them between his thumb and index finger. The moisture of the
water caused his touch to be even more arousing. As he tugged them
with just the right amount of force, a bolt of acute pleasure shot
down between her legs. Fiery, exquisite sensations radiated through
her.

Seth began peppering damp kisses up and down
her neck. Her core pulsed with arousal as her hips began moving of
their own accord begging for his touch. Wild passion raced through
her body.

“Seth,” she whispered her voice constricted
with need.

His mouth skimmed her jaw as he slid his hand
beneath the water down her trembling belly. She parted her legs as
far as she could in invitation. Lust surged through her as his hand
glided over her needy flesh. He cupped his hand over the apex of
her thighs and he stilled. Her body was pulsing with pent up
desire, she felt like she was going to burst. She wanted to burst.
But Seth remained still.

She waited. Not patiently. But she
waited.

She felt his uneven breathing against her
cheek as he whispered, “You’re mine.”

“Yes,” she moaned in agreement.

He then started moving his hand with gentle
authority over her sex, gliding his fingers up and down her pouty
lips, applying the perfect amount of pressure to send shuddering
tremors through her limbs. A feverish rush of urgency grew stronger
and stronger with each pass of his rhythmic strokes.

She lifted her hands from the sides of the
tub and wrapped her fingers around his bulging biceps. She gripped
him tightly. He continued his sensual assault, erotically caressing
both her breast and core, sending her spiraling into bliss.

Just as she felt her release building, he
brushed his finger over her pleasure nub, sending shocks of intense
and tingling spasms jerking through her. She dug her nails into his
skin as she rode out the waves of pleasure crashing over her.

As she came down from the peak of her climax
all she could think was – Best. Bath. Ever.

---~---

Seth sat behind Amber as her body quivered
with aftershocks, his own body screaming with suppressed arousal.
It didn’t matter to him what his own body was saying, though -
tonight was solely about Amber. His needs weren’t even secondary,
they were non-existent.

All that mattered was that she felt good.
Safe. Protected.

He felt her body slacken against his as she
yawned, exhausted. He stood, picking her up and stepping out of the
bath. Setting her down, he wrapped a large towel around her and
began drying her off.

As he looked into her eyes he saw that dark
circles had formed beneath them. She needed rest.

He quickly dried her off before picking her
up again.

She giggled as she nuzzled against his neck,
“I’m not complaining, but you do know I can walk, right?”

“Not tonight,” he said as he laid her down on
his newly-acquired bed.

Her eyes widened as her head spun to look
beneath her. “You have a bed! When did you get a bed?”

“Tonight,” he said as he laid down next her
drawing her into his arms. She instantly snuggled up next to him,
lying her head on his chest, and he knew this was exactly where she
belonged. With him.

“When did you have time to go buy a bed?” she
asked her gorgeous hazel eyes looked up at him through long dark
lashes.

“I had Jason go pick it up.”

She sighed contentedly, draping one long,
toned leg over his thigh, “Thank you, Jason.”

He rubbed his hand up and down the length of
her spine and she began making soft purring sounds as she shifted
her leg, pressing her moist center against his bare thigh. He
swallowed a groan.

Amber lifted her head up and rested her chin
on her hand she said seriously, “And thank you, Seth - for bringing
me here tonight, and the bath, and...everything.” A sadness laced
her voice as she said, “I really didn’t want to go home
tonight.”

“You are home,” the words came out of his
mouth completely of their own volition. He meant them but he hadn’t
meant to say them.

“What?” she asked, her eyes widening in
shock.

“Move in with me.” It wasn’t a question. He
knew it should be but…it wasn’t.

“Wait a minute.” She sat up, running her
fingers through her hair, causing her breasts to bounce at the
movement.

He knew he really needed to be following
along in this conversation - it was kind of an important one, after
all - but with her perfect mounds sitting in front of him, it was
hard. Literally.

“What are you saying?” she asked, seeking
clarification of his out-of-the-blue statement.

He knew she deserved an explanation and he
wanted to give her one. He just didn’t know how to say it.

Taking a deep breath he just started talking,
“I’m not ever going to be the guy with the wife, the kids, the
picket fence. I know that’s what you deserve. I wish I could be
that for you. But I can’t.”

She nodded silently and he continued.

“This past week has been the first time in my
adult life that I have ever felt like I had a home. That was
because of you. You are my home Amber.”

He saw tears brimming in her eyes.

“Move in with me,” he repeated.

She just stared at him and he really wished
she would do the thing she always did when there was any kind of a
long pause. His heart was beating like a jackhammer. After several
minutes he prompted, “Amber.”

“Sorry,” she let out a strangled laugh as she
shook her head slightly, “I think I might be in shock. Did you
really just ask me to move in with you?”

“Yes.”

She sat, seeming to mull over his
proposition.

“One question,” she said holding up her
finger, “I thought I heard you say something right before they
wheeled me out of the garage. Did you say what I think you
said?”

“Yes.”

She narrowed her eyes tilting her head, “How
do you know what I think you said?”

“I heard you ask before the door shut.” Her
naked chest was rising and falling rapidly and, as much as he knew
this was probably one of the most critical conversations of his
life, he was still having a difficult time focusing.

“So,” she lifted her eyebrows in an expectant
stare, “what did you say?”

Oh, right. Damn, who knew arousal killed
brain function?

He felt a smile tug at his lips as he calmly
said, “I love you.”

A huge smile spread across her face as she
laid back down beside him. She lightly pressed her trembling lips
to his as she said, “I love you too. And, yes, I will move in with
you.”

He let out a breath he hadn’t even known he
had been holding as his hands reached up and cupped her face. He
softly pressed his mouth to hers as he rolled her onto her back,
easing his body up over her. Her legs opened and she wrapped them
around his back, cushioning him in her feminine heat.

Her lips parted and he moved his tongue
inside her mouth. His tongue stroked across hers in slow,
languorous sweeps. What started out as gentle and tempered soon
turned hot and passion-fueled.

With effort, he dragged himself back from the
cliff edge of desire that he was about to plunge over. She needed
rest. Not this. He forced himself to push away from her.

Her fingers dug into his shoulders as she
looked up at him with need shimmering in her eyes. “Where are you
going?”

“You need to rest,” he said forcibly.

“No, I don’t,” she shook her head feebly.

He lifted a hand that was bracing him above
her and brushed a fallen hair off her forehead as he said, “Yes you
do.”

She stared up at him blankly and he rolled
onto his back. Just as he was going to pull her into his arms she
sat up and swung her leg over his hip, straddling him. Her moist
center pressed against his throbbing length.

“Tonight,” she said as she rocked her hips
into him, “you are not in charge.”

Loving the feel of her weight on his body and
needing to touch her, his hands reached out to grip her hips and
she swatted them away playfully, “Hands to yourself.”

He smiled at her take-charge attitude. He
liked it. A lot.

Again, she rocked her hips, this time running
her fingers through her hair, causing it to fall behind her back.
Seth’s mouth watered at the sight of her full breasts on display in
front of him. Amber’s eyes closed as she moved her hips, running
her sex up and down his shaft. With each pass, her arousal coated
him until his entire member was slick with her desire.