“A little late to make calls, isn’t it?”
“I was just checking my e-mail,” I reply.
“My seductive little liar,” he says softly.
I open my mouth to defend myself but stop. “Must we tell each other all our secrets?”
“No, I enjoy a little intrigue.” He steps into the bathroom, puts a hand on either side of my face, holding me still. “I don’t insist on knowing everything.”
“So nice of you not to insist,” I say, the note of teasing light, mingled with a strong dose of anticipation. I close my eyes and feel his hand move into my hair.
“You laugh but there are things that I do insist on.” I open my eyes again. It’s still so dark. His details are lost, making him a man of mystery. I lift my hand, let my fingers outline his features.
“I insist that you stay safe,” he says. He drops his hands to my thighs and then up to the curve of my bum. “I insist that those who would hurt you be dissuaded.” His hands keep moving up, to my waist. With a sudden movement he lifts me up and I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist. I can see his hazel eyes twinkling in the shadowy light.
“I have a plan,” I say. “No one will hurt me. Your lover is a warrior.”
“Are you now?” he asks. “Perhaps my warrior will join me in the shower.”
He lowers me onto the counter, unbuttons the shirt I’m wearing, strips it off me quickly. It’s almost one in the morning. Having shower sex right now is completely impractical.
But now we’re riding the waves of our impulses, and instead of drowning, I swim.
He leads me into the glass-enclosed shower area, turns on the water, and pulls me into a kiss. As the water washes over us, I feel his hand on the small of my back, feel him grow hard against me.
I pull away, smile. “Your warrior’s hungry,” I say.
I lower myself to my knees. I kiss the side of his hip, brush my fingers against the tip of his erection.
“Kasie,” he groans. His cock twitches ever so slightly.
“Is that for me, Robert?” I ask. “It seems impatient.”
This time I let my index finger trace the vein that travels from the base to the tip, moving my finger up and down, lightly, taunting and tantalizing.
“You were made for me,” he breathes.
“Maybe. Or perhaps it’s the other way around.”
Again he reaches into my hair. He pulls just a little. I raise my eyes up to his.
“Kasie,” he growls, “now.”
There’s something in the way his says the word . . . it invites no argument; it’s presumptuous in its authority.
And it makes me want to immediately follow the instruction. I wrap my lips around him, take him fully into my mouth, one hand on the base while the other reaches between his legs finding that place makes him shudder. I hear him groan again as I move my hands and mouth in unison, back and forth, up and down. His skin glistens with the warm water, the muscles in his thighs tense, and I pause long enough to trace the tip again, this time with my tongue before devouring him. Everything is slick and wet and utterly amazing.
I can tell he’s getting close to losing control and with a bit of reluctance I let him pull away. He pulls me to my feet, kisses me again, gently before whipping me around and bending me over. I reach down, press my hands into the floor.
The penetration is so deep I cry out in both pleasure and surprise. I feel the water rushing down my back, through my hair as he grasps my hips and thrusts inside me again and again. Even with him in me I ache for him, and it’s that aching that brings me rapidly to the brink. The orgasm comes so hard and so fast my legs shake with the pleasure of it. But Robert supports me within his grip as he continues to thrust. I gasp, predicting his imminent release, but then he stops.
“No,” he breathes, “I want to see you.”
He releases me and I stand again, finding my balance before turning to him.
Robert wet is a beautiful sight. With grace I didn’t know I had I raise one leg and wrap it around his waist, balancing myself against him.
“Now,” I say.
And immediately he’s inside me again. The warm stream beats gently against our skin as we lock each other in a kiss. He moves inside me, one hand supporting my leg and the other on my ass; my breasts are pressed against his chest. We’re intertwined, connected in every way possible. I keep my eyes closed so all I can do is feel—the water, him, the ecstasy. It’s a greedy and indulgent romance and as he presses into me, slides his tongue against mine, I moan.
His rhythm increases. “My warrior,” he whispers as his breath mingles with mine.
“Always,” I respond.