Innocence Burned(12)

Houston backed away before he did something she couldn’t handle. Along with the possessiveness she awakened, he was beginning to feel like an animal that wanted to stake some sort of a claim.

A run for condoms was the perfect excuse for him to restore his clarity and control.

“Make yourself at home. The shower’s in there.” He pointed to the door on the other side of the bed. “And a room service menu is by the phone. Why don’t you order us something up? I think we’re going to need it.”

“Okay.”

“I’m taking this with me.” He grabbed the ruined wedding dress from her hands and crumpled it into as small a ball as he could. With a sense of triumph over the stunned look on her face, he turned and left the room before he lost all sense and insisted on riding her bareback.

Jesus fuck , he was losing it.





Chapter Six



Isabella



After Houston left, I sat down heavily on the bed and cradled my head. At this point I wasn’t sure which one of us was crazy. Maybe both.

I only hoped a shower would give me a sense of clarity and some freedom from my old life. My stomach rumbled. Okay, first I’ll order some food and then get cleaned up. Hopefully by the time he returned from his condom run, dinner would be here and I could take a few minutes to ask him more than his first name before I tripped and fell on his cock again.

I was still smiling ten minutes later with the hot water sluicing over me. Letting Houston get rid of my dress had been the perfect metaphor for change, as was the lingerie sitting at the bottom of his trash can. Out with the old and in with the new.

I didn’t know what my future held, but I deserved to enjoy this brief time with my badass. Tomorrow I could start sorting out what came next.

The longer I stood there scrubbing my body, I began to realize what thoughts of Houston did to my libido. My nipples were puckered tight and the slickness between my thighs had little to do with the shower.

I imagined my hot badass reaching between my legs and rubbing a finger across my clit. It would be so easy to…

My fingers first grazed my nipples, sending a hard shudder down my spine. I moaned into the spray of water. Maybe just a little more. I shouldn’t need this after how hard he made me come. But I can’t stop thinking about more.

I slid my hand down my stomach, thinking about the aching spot that wanted my attention.

“Don’t you dare.”

My eyes flew open at the gruff command. My badass stood outside the glass shower watching me. His hands were already reaching for the hem of his shirt. With wide eyes and plenty of curiosity I watched him undress until he stood in front of me with nothing on but a pair of dog tags hanging around his neck.

So my badass was in the military. Interesting. Although that didn’t interest me nearly as much as the rest of him.

Holy shit.

He’s so gorgeous I forgot all about touching myself. Instead I wanted to rake my hands down his chest and touch—

Holy shit again .

I knew it was big, I’d seen a glimpse of it on the rooftop. And I’d felt every glorious inch pumping inside me. Somehow that did not compare with the whole package that stood before my eyes. Acres of beautiful skin covered in a variety of tattoos and scars that I longed to examine. But it was his cock that captured my attention. Long, hard and thick with a glistening drop of cum on the end.

“Seriously?” I said, unable to take my eyes off of it. Whatever was going on in my body before was nothing compared to the blood roaring, clit aching sensations rushing through me. My knees even went a little weak.

He stepped into the shower and forced me back against the wall to give him room. “I am not entirely sure what you are referring to, Princess, but I can’t believe I found you touching yourself.”

“I couldn’t help it. I kept thinking about us out on the roof.” I tentatively reached for his chest, aching to touch him. My eyes slid closed when my fingers connected to the heat of his skin as a fresh wave of desire flooded through me.

“You and me both. I’m sure the clerk at the store is wondering why I bought so many condoms.”

“Wha—” I literally choked on my response, unable to finish because his hand cupped my left breast.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about getting back to you. To return and find you in the shower like this is fucking divine.”

I didn’t get to respond because he covered my mouth with his. That extra touch sparked a fever between us as our tongues curled around each other in a brain-melting kiss that left me moaning when he moved his lips to my jaw and neck.

“No more dress to keep us apart,” he whispered across my skin.

My stomach fluttered with each urgent press of his mouth until I gave up on trying to come up with a response. My head fell back on the shower wall and I nearly came the moment his lips wrapped around my nipple. His assault moved from one breast to the other as my mind spiraled out of control. The alternation of strokes and little sucks sent sparks of heat between my legs. I was beginning to ache because I needed to be filled.