Worlds Apart 2: Hunter's Revenge by Bonnie Rose Leigh Page B

sexual experience barring what she’d endured during her captivity. She couldn’t draw from that. According to Eve, that had been an abomination. Sex between two people who loved each other was a beautiful thing, or so she said.
    Amy moved closer. Just close enough to take his hand and lead him into the center of the pool. After reaching the center, she circled him. Stopping behind him, she splashed water on his back, watching as the silver droplets ran down his muscles in rivulets.
    She massaged the water into his shoulders, growing bolder by the minute as he stood and accepted her ministrations. Pulling on his shoulders, she dunked his head beneath the water, rubbing his scalp, massaging his head and rinsing the day’s perspiration from his hair.
    When he turned around, his hair slicked back from his face and the muscles of his chest rippling from her touch, she almost panicked, almost ran from the pool. But, as the Goddess said, she was a strong woman, willing to face that which she feared.
    She could barely believe she was really standing here in this pool with a naked man and not running for her life. Hunter stood so still, he could have been one of the statues surrounding the pool. She wondered at his strength of will to not reach out and grab her and sink his cock into her, willing or not. She knew she was young, relatively pretty and standing quite naked in front of him. Either the man had extraordinary self-control or he truly cared about her. Perhaps even both.
    She washed his chest and stomach, moving lower and lower, stopping just short of his jerking cock. She stared at it for a moment, wondering how much control it took for a man like him to keep his hands to himself. She stole a glance beneath the clear water at his clenched fists. His hands clenched so tightly and his heavy breathing were the only indication she even affected him in any way.
    She wasn’t sure what to do next. She’d washed him, like the Goddess suggested, what was next?
    He washes you, Amy. The Goddess had spoken again, giving her instruction and Amy nodded imperceptibly.
    Turning her back to him, she lowered her head under the water. When she surfaced, his hands gently massaged her scalp, her shoulders, moving down to her back as he washed every inch of her. During his ministrations, he pressed a quick kiss to her shoulder, before moving away. Another quick kiss pressed to the side of her neck, just behind her ear, sent her pulses racing, but not with fear.
    His thumbs found and pressed into the dimples just above her rear, holding her hips in place.
    Fear speared through her. She was certain he would impale her now with no other thought to her pleasure—no other thought to her wants or needs. She relaxed in his arms when he bent his head and pressed an opened mouth kiss to her neck. It was all she could do to keep herself from raising her arm and burying her fingers in his hair. His hands moved from her hips to rove over her stomach, spreading tendrils of desire and warmth in their wake. His hands moved up, gently cupped her breasts and she arched her back, leaning into his gentle kneading. Nothing she’d ever experienced compared to this. Nothing. Hunter may have rough, calloused hands, but they smoothed gently over her skin as he bathed her.
    “Turn around, moya .” Reluctantly, she turned in his arms, part of her waiting for him to laugh at her, another waiting for a rough slap to her face, her breasts. Instead, he surprised her again, by pressing his lips gently to hers, sipping from her mouth as though she were the most fragile of creatures and would break in his arms. “Open for me,” he said, pulling his lips from her mouth then sinking his tongue into her moist depth with a groan when she complied.
    Nothing prepared her for this. Nothing prepared her for the utter worship Hunter bestowed upon her. He kissed every inch of her flesh, caressed every fading bruise, then laved them with his tongue. Then, finally, when she