When I recovered, he was pulling his shirt over his head as he stalked toward the tub turning on the water and checking the temperature with his fingers. Then he glanced back at me, his eyes heated, his erection straining against the zipper of his shorts, which hung low on his hips. I immediately moved closer, pulling his zipper down and his shorts and cotton boxer briefs off to free his impressive cock. I gasped as it bobbed out of its confines.
He tugged me against him, and my nipples grazed the hairs of his chest, my soft thighs meeting his firm muscles, his hard cock against my stomach. His mouth claimed mine again as I shifted to create room to grip his cock, the sound of the water filling the tub drowning out the sounds of the storm. It was just us inside this bathroom—our own secluded world. Nothing could get to us. I couldn’t allow thoughts of the past, my ex, and what he did to me, to penetrate. I’d have this one perfect night with Ryker to hold onto forever.
I gripped his cock harder, stroking him as wetness formed at the tip, and he groaned into my mouth. He pulled away, checking the water in the tub before lifting me inside. I sank down as he got in behind me, turned off the water, and pulled me back against his hard chest. He nibbled my neck and chills erupted down my spine, his teeth tugging my earlobe and sending a hot ball of sensation to my core. I widened my legs, silently asking for his fingers. He squeezed body wash onto his hands from the bottle on a nearby shelf, and cupped my breasts rubbing my nibbles, spreading bubbles and soap as his mouth continued his exploration of my neck.
“Ryker.” I wanted to turn and straddle his lap but his arms kept me trapped against his chest unable to move. His large hand drifted down my stomach to my pussy which he cupped, squeezing lightly. I arched my hips into him, urging his fingers to enter me. When he finally inserted one finger my head fell back against his chest.
I’d never been this far gone for any man. What was it about him? Why was he different? Or was it me? Was I more open to this? Whether it was the location, the circumstances, or my recent betrayal, I was raw and desperately seeking a connection with him. I didn’t want to think. I just wanted him.
“Ryker, please.” I shifted, trying to give him the hint that I wanted more—something larger than his fingers. He finally loosened his arms around me and I immediately straddled him settling over his cock as a groan ripped from both of us. “You feel so good.” His eyes were hot on mine. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
“Yes, yes, yes.” More words, more heat, more sensation. “I need you now.” Inside me. Filling me up. Never stopping. “Inside me.”
He reached out of the tub, causing water to spill over the tub onto the fluffy mat and his clothes. He pulled his wallet out of a pocket, opening it to find a condom. He ripped it with his teeth and I shifted back so he could slide it down his cock. He gripped my hips, lifting me over him. The feel of the tip of his cock at my entrance was amazing. He held me there, allowing me to adjust but I pushed against his grip, wanting to slide down his cock. He loosened his grip and allowed me to do what came naturally, sinking down, savoring the feeling of him filling me up.
“So good.”
Then his fingers gripped my hips tightly as he lifted me and slammed me back down until my butt rested on his thighs. I tried to gain purchase on the slippery tub floor but couldn’t get a good grip, so he kept up the frantic rhythm he’d set. My breasts bounced from the force and I whimpered with need. He pulled me tighter against him, so my weight was leaning against him and I was finally able to lift up and down on my own. His hands immediately cupped my breasts. “You’re so perfect.”
His beautiful words washed over me, settling so deep inside, I didn’t think they’d ever escape and I didn’t want them to. I wanted his cock, his hands, his mouth, his words. I wanted all of him and it should have scared me but it didn’t.
“You are too.” I leaned down to catch his mouth with mine as I teetered ever closer to the brink. My clit ground against his pelvis with each pass. “Oh my God, Ryker. I’m going to—”
Then I was crying out his name over and over again as the orgasm crashed into me. I was still spasming with aftershocks when he thrust into me harder before groaning his release into my neck. I allowed myself to revel in the feel of that moment. The utter perfection, the cocoon we’d created for ourselves in the steamy bathroom. I should have been panicking that I’d let myself go with a man I’d only just met. Even if he knew me in high school I hadn’t known him—not really. I sank down against his chest trying to get as close as I could, his hands stroking my back, his lips placing light kisses on my forehead, the word perfect repeating in my head. I shifted my head so I could kiss his neck.
“Christ, Ally. That was beautiful.”
It was. It didn’t have the shame of a one-night stand. It had the beauty of the beginning of forever. I didn’t know what I was going to do about it, but I didn’t have to think about it. We had all night. We stayed in that position, hands touching, lips exploring until the water was cold.
When we stepped out, Ryker wrapping me in a large fluffy towel and patted me dry. When had I ever felt so taken care of? So cherished? I shivered at the word, remembering how he’d said he’d cherish me if he was my boyfriend.
Chapter Six
RYKER
“Are you cold?” I asked, seeing her tremble.
“No. Not at all.”
A small smile played on her lips and I wanted to keep it there. I pulled her into my arms realizing that I didn’t have anything to wear but a towel.
“Do you have a washer and dryer? ”I’d only planned to stay for the day and hadn’t brought spare clothes. The cottage appeared to be newly renovated but other than the tub it was fairly rustic.
“No, I don’t.”
I let her go to hang my T-shirt, shorts, and briefs on the shower rod before I opened the bathroom door to the cooler air. “I don’t have any clothes.”
She stepped into the hallway ahead of me, shooting a saucy look over my shoulders. “I love the sound of that.”
I pulled her back into me, nibbling on her neck, which was a sweet spot for her.She sighed each time I did it and arched to give me more room. “I bet you do.”
A satisfied smile curled over her lips. This woman owned me. She’d owned me the day she rescued me from those bullies in high school, and I was man enough to admit it. I hoped I’d convince her she was the one for me before the night was over.
I pulled her onto the bed, which took up most of the room, so that I rested on the pillows and she tucked into my side. Her head rested on my shoulder and her fingers explored my chest with a feather-light touch.
We watched out the windows as the sky continued to darken, the palm trees leaning from the force of the wind, and the rain continued to come down relentlessly. The weather was nasty and missing the boat would delay my meeting at work tomorrow, but I couldn’t be sorry, not when I had this warm woman cuddled up to me.
“Isn’t this so cozy?” She’d tilted her head to see my face.
“That’s what I was just thinking.” I felt satisfied and content.
“I never want to move from this spot.” It seemed like she held her breath after she’d spoken.