“Huh?”
“Do you ride bareback?”
He lowered his chin, his face a mask of confusion.
“Women, not horses.”
“Never,” he said almost angrily. His jaw tensed. “Once, when I was a teenager.”
His honesty meant everything, but something in the way he added that last fact also felt important. She wondered if there was more to that story. But that could wait. She wanted to unearth the feelings he had for her, not get lost in what he might have felt for someone in his past.
She went up on her toes, and he enveloped her in his arms, kissing her so deeply, her thoughts skittered away, and she came away light-headed.
“God,” he said in one long breath. “I fucking love kissing you.”
She wrapped that little gift in a gold ribbon and tucked it away as he lowered his mouth to her neck. She fisted his hard length, earning another titillating sound. He reached between her legs, but she moved his hand away. His confused expression hit her again.
“I want to make you feel good.” She kissed his chest, teasing his nipples with her teeth and tongue.
“Fuck.”
“Mm. I like hearing that.”
She put her hand on his chest and pushed him back against the wall. He might be a man of few words, but the burning desire in his eyes told her she was doing all the right things. She tasted and nipped her way down his body, her gaze flicking up to his as her hand circled his cock. His hips thrust, and she slicked her tongue around the broad head. His eyes went dark, and he sucked in air through clenched teeth. His reactions were so raw and real, she craved more of them. His body shuddered as she licked the crown, so she did it again, earning the same reaction along with a guttural moan. She licked and sucked only the head of his shaft, reading his every reaction and doing more of what he liked. He tangled his fingers in her hair, holding so tight, it stung. When she licked him from base to tip, he growled, “Suck it.”
Her body torched at the command, and one day she might even follow it, but right now, she was in control, and she liked it. She cradled his balls and licked his length, lavishing the places that made him shudder and shake. His chin hit his chest with a hiss, and his hard length swelled in her hand. She made a show of licking her lips before lowering her mouth and taking him to the back of her throat.
“Christ, Trixie.”
She sucked and stroked, fast and tight, then slow and light, reveling in his quickening breaths, the tightening of his fingers in her hair, the flexing of his thighs and stomach. She gently squeezed his balls, and a long, low groan fell from his lips, sending rivers of heat coursing through her. She worked him faster, tighter, sucked harder.
“Trix…darlin’,” he panted out. “Holy fuck.”
The need in his voice and unexpected intimacy of darlin’ spurred her on. She continued teasing, taunting, and taking, until he was thrusting into her mouth, moaning, tugging her hair. Every sound, every tug, sent lust shooting through her, taking her closer to the edge. Water streamed down their bodies, making every touch feel more erotic. Her eyes were riveted to his face, clenched with restraint. Seeing him like that sent thrills racing through her. She’d never known it could be as exciting for her as it was for him, and she knew in her heart that this was just the tip of the iceberg for them. She was tempted to make him come, but she needed him inside her, to feel even closer to him, more than she’d ever needed anything in her life.
As if he’d read her mind, he hauled her up to her feet, taking her in a punishingly fierce kiss, forcing her mouth open as far as it would go, like he couldn’t get enough, and oh, what that did to her!
“I need you,” he said urgently, and spun her around, palms to the wall.
Not this time, big boy. She turned, meeting his confused and ravenous eyes. “I want to see your face.” It came out more heartfelt and breathier than demanding.
His jaw clenched, a silent struggle showing in his eyes. She ached for him, hiding behind such thick walls. She had a feeling he’d been living in the confines of that self-induced prison for so long, he probably didn’t even realize it anymore.
She caressed his cheek. “Nick, if you want me, you have to look at me.”
For a few seconds, she thought he might back away. Then his eyes focused, really focused through their lustful haze, and with a single nod, his mouth came down over hers. He lifted her into his arms, and her legs circled his waist as he lowered her onto his shaft. Pleasure radiated through her, mirrored in the appreciative sounds he made.
“Fuck, Trix,” he panted out. “You feel incredible.”
He reclaimed her mouth, more demanding this time. Their teeth gnashed, tongues battled for dominance, and their bodies thrust and rocked in perfect sync. Their moans echoed off the walls as he pounded into her, but nothing could drown out the happiness in her heart.
Suddenly he stilled, and “Condom,” fell from his lips. “Shit. I’m sorry.”
It took a second for her brain to catch up. “I’m on the pill. It’s been forever for me, Nick. I’m clean.”
His eyes held a second of contemplation, and then he sealed his mouth over hers, taking her harder, faster, impossibly deeper. She met his every effort with one of her own. Fire and ice seared through her. She dug her fingers into his shoulders, earning more appreciative sounds. He clutched her ass so hard, she was sure she’d bruise, but the decadent pleasures it brought drove her right up to the edge. He tore his mouth away, kissing her jaw, her neck, her shoulder, then sank his teeth into her flesh, sucking so hard she lost control, and cried out, “Nick!”
She clung to him, her sex clenching, her hips bucking wildly as he followed her over the edge, and her name flew from his lungs like a prayer. “Trixie. Fuuuuck, Trix.”
They rode out their passion, holding each other so tight, they felt like one being. When she finally collapsed, wasted and sated in his arms, he held her until their breathing calmed, and then he kissed her cheek and shoulder, whispering, “Damn, darlin’.” She tucked away that rare and tender moment as he set her on her feet and turned his face up to the warm shower spray.
She could feel him putting his walls up again. She was glad for the headway they’d made, but she wanted him to trust her, to know her, to let himself breathe for longer than a good time. She poured bodywash into her hands, the woodsy, rugged scent filling the steamy air as she began gently washing his broad back. His muscles tensed, but she didn’t let it dissuade her. She rubbed his shoulders, kneading the knots out of them, and worked her way down his torso, touching as much of him as she could. She took her time, washing him slowly, caressing all his taut muscles. She washed his ass and the backs of his legs, all the way down to his ankles, feeling his tension ease as she went. She worked her way back up his body, taking extra care to massage the tightness around his shoulders. He let out a long, surrendering sigh, and his head tipped forward. She stepped around him. The water was running down his face, his dark lashes glistening with droplets. But he didn’t wipe them away. He didn’t move at all. He watched her as she bathed his shoulders and chest.
She went up on her toes, brushing a feathery kiss to his lips. When he tried to take it rougher, she drew back and said, “This isn’t about sex.”
“It’s always about sex,” he said with a cocky grin, one hundred percent testosterone-laden man, ready to service at the blink of an eye.