Surrender to Fire: Maison Chronicles, Book 3 by Skylar Kade Page A

grinned. “I’ll take that as a yes. Stay right here and I’ll get everything ready.” He grabbed his boxers, then headed for the bathroom. The deep tub begged for him to linger in the bath with her, but he needed to tidy up after their scene in the cabin. After cleaning himself up and slipping into his boxers, he started the bath, dumping in a scoopful of the bath salts that perched on the side of the tub.
    Damien returned to the main room and lifted Camille into his arms. He shouldn’t have taken so much pleasure from the way she felt against him, but he couldn’t help it. And the blissful sigh she gave when he dipped her into the warm bathwater? He would kill to hear that again.
    Alarm bells went off in his head. As far as one-night stands went, this was one for the books, but that’s where it had to end. Wanting to hold her against him? Hear her sigh? Danger zone. While she settled into the bath, he cleaned up the table and his toys, then contemplated leaving. But then the vision of her long, curvy body beneath the water hit him. His dick hardened. He wanted her again, then he would call it an evening.
    Once all the toys were packed up, he stripped out of his boxers once more and headed for the bathroom.
    Gorgeous. The bathroom was stark white, with deep-gray accents. She fit the room, her raven hair splayed across the lip of the white clawfoot tub, her creamy skin spread under the water like an offering to Poseidon. With sleepy eyes, she turned her head to look at him, giving him an easy smile that set off signal flares in his brain. That was overshadowed, however, by the tight fist of arousal that clenched his erection.
    “Back already?” Her words were still soft around the edges, like they had been while she’d floated in subspace. Yeah, she wasn’t a submissive—and he was Albert Einstein.
    “I couldn’t leave you with just one orgasm for the night, now could I?” He neared, stopping at the edge of the tub. Her eyes locked on his bobbing erection and her delicate pink tongue licked her lips. Yes, he wanted to slip his cock between them, watch her eyes water as he fucked her mouth, feel her moans vibrate down to his balls. “Now scoot up.”
    He stepped into the tub, his foot brushing against the outside of her thigh before she scrambled aside. He’d have to thank Kat for putting in an ample tub, but not one big enough that Camille could really escape him.
    The water sloshed against the side and bubbles threatened to spill over, but Camille calmed and settled back against him before the waves got too bad. By degrees she relaxed until her back pressed fully against him. Her silky skin glided against him and he couldn’t stop touching her, running his hands along her arms. Reassuring, soothing, obsessed with her feminine feel.
    Comfortable silence settled over them like a warm blanket. They lingered so long the water began to cool, but Damien didn’t move until she shivered in his arms. “Okay, sweetheart, let’s get you dried off.”
    She looked over her shoulder at him. “Then what?” Her hand had been running up and down his calf—now it eased higher.
    “Then I fuck you again.” His hands gathered her tits, thumbing the nipples that had hardened at his proposition.
    Her eyes closed and she bit her lip. “Yes, please.”
    He got out, dried off, then did the same for her. His patience evaporated as he toweled the water from her body, exploring every inch of her naked skin before shoving her against the bathroom wall to seize her mouth in a deep kiss.
    Her hands tangled in his hair, pulling on his scalp in her need, as he swallowed her sighs. He hitched her leg up against his, exposing her to him. His cock nestled in her cleft, slick already with need. “You crave this, Camille,” he growled in her ear. A tremor worked through her body and her hips jerked against him.
    A fresh wave of cream slicked against his cock. He didn’t want to fuck her against the wall—no, he needed her deeper than