Consummation By J.Hallmark Chapter 5

Republisher’s Note: We continue with Michelle and Danny getting closer.

Consummation By J.Hallmark ~~~ Chapter Five — No Regrets

The water splashed over his shoulders and chest, the soap washing away. Michelle sat back again and waited.

“Michelle?” he questioned softly.

“Danny, stand up.” Her voice was soft, a sensuous slide of honey that effected his breath, his heart, his very soul. He met her gaze and the question he was going to ask faded on his lips as he saw the surety, the certainty in her eyes. She was ready for whatever may come.

He stood up before her.

Michelle leaned back slightly, and released a shaky breath. Reaching for the bar of soap, she looked up at his face, that minx’s smile upon her lips again, as she lathered it up. Her gaze remained locked upon him as she set the soap down, and as she laid her hands upon the side of his hips. He raised his eyes skyward, releasing his own shaky breath.

Her hands, her fingers were slick with soap and suds and she stroked the outside of his legs. She breathed softly, quickly and circled her fingers around his ankles beneath the water. And then up her hands went again, gathering up the soap still on his legs as she slid her fingers against the inside of his calves, his thighs.

His hands were clenched at his side and his breathing was heavy and a strangled groan escaped from his throat as her fingers wound about him, stroking the length of him. “Danny,” she whispered his name as her eyes dropped from his face and with a shuddering breath, she released him and sat back. “You need,” she paused and licked her lips, “you need to rinse off.”

He was silent and still for a moment and then slowly slid back into the water. Reaching out, he cupped her face in his hands and pulled her head towards him, his mouth opening as his upper lip stroked the pillow of her bottom lip. Softly, he suckled on her lip, his breath mingling with hers and her tongue slipped into his mouth, lightly dancing across his. Her hand swam across the slippery-wet muscles of his back and she rose onto her knees, leaning more into his kiss.

Needing air, they pulled apart and sat staring at one another, their gazes locked, a simmering heat building inexorably between them. She leaned slightly forward, but he held back, needing to know. He had to be sure.

“Michelle, you okay?”

She nodded and smiled, “love you,” she whispered and he found himself smiling back.

“God, I love you, too. Michelle, I love you so much.” He pulled her to him, wrapping his arms around her and burying his face in her honey-blonde curls. “Love you so much, it hurts.”

She nodded into the crook of his neck and began pressing kisses against his shoulders. He pulled back, his hands cupping her face and she leaned forward, kissing him.

With no regrets.

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