“At least this time when you came home already clean, it wasn’t because you’d stopped at a whorehouse to take a bath,” Randy chided.
He laughed. “Yeah, I kind of miss those baths at Dixie’s place.”
“I’m sure she misses it, too.” Randy kissed his neck again. “Are you sure she didn’t lather you up like you’re doing to me now?”
He pulled her closer, and she met his lips while he moved a hand down over her belly and between her legs. He ran a tongue around her lips in a deeper kiss before answering. “You know better.”
Randy breathed deeply from his gentle touch. “Well, according to what Eddie Holmes told Stephen”—she let out a little groan when he moved his fingers into the crevice of her body—“you run with bad women.” She kissed his neck again.
He began working his magic in gentle, circular touches. “It’s more fun making a good woman do bad things.”
Randy didn’t answer. She simply drank in the luxury of a strong hand plying her breasts while another strong hand made her whimper with pleasure. She felt her desire building when he moved his other hand down to push his fingers inside her while he continued feeling secret places until she groaned with an exquisite climax. He moved his hands back up over her breasts, to her shoulders, down her back. Without saying a word, she sensed what he wanted—something they rarely did. She leaned forward, and he raised up on his knees, grasping her hair from behind. She gasped when he filled her with stunning hardness, keeping one strong hand under her belly for support and still grasping her hair.
Water splashed out of the tub as he moved in rhythmic thrusts that made her cry out with erotic pleasure as he pushed deeper. He kept up the exquisite intercourse, moaning her name and keeping a steely arm under her until he groaned with his own deep climax. She felt his life pulse into her as he leaned over her back, wrapping his arms fully around her and pushing deep inside to finish off the pulsating pleasure. He kept a tight grip on her for several seconds as he held himself inside her. Finally, he leaned down and kissed the back of her neck, still holding her hair away from her face. “You okay?”
“Yes,” she whispered, wondering how many men knew all the ways to please a woman that Jake did.
“That was beautiful. I was afraid maybe it hurt.”
Randy shook her head.
“Stay there.” Jake pulled away and rose, stepping out of the tub and drying off. He grabbed one of her robes from a hook on the wall and brought it to her, holding it open. “Step out, and I’ll wrap this around you.”
Randy rinsed herself off and climbed out of the tub. Jake wrapped her in the robe and toweled the damp ends of her hair, then carried her to the bed.
“You sure you’re okay? You’re awfully quiet.” Jake laid her on the bed and crawled in beside her. “I worry I’ll break something one of these times. I swear, you get smaller every year, Randy.”
She snuggled against him. “We just don’t usually… I mean… I don’t know why I wanted to do it that way. I just love pleasing you.”
He kissed her eyes. “And if anything hurts, you tell me. I can read your every reaction, Mrs. Harkner, and you please me just by existing. Sometimes that’s all I need…just to have you beside me.”
She nuzzled his neck. “Well, you did say you prefer doing bad things with a good woman.”
He laughed teasingly. “I saw that beautiful bottom, and I couldn’t help myself.”
“Well, what you did was most disrespectful, Jake Harkner. Something tells me you prefer it that way.”
He moved on top of her. “The more disrespectful, the more delicious.”
“You just learned more than you needed to know in your wilder years.”
“The better to please you with,” he answered, “but you have to enjoy it, too.”
Randy didn’t object to deep kisses that silenced their talking and led to a journey down her body to her breasts, and on down to intimate places that belonged only to Jake Harkner. He had a way of making her feel brazen and alive and beautiful. She grasped his hair when she felt him warmly caress her with his tongue.
“Jake, that definitely does not hurt.” She’d never dreamed there were so many ways to enjoy a man, and he always had a way of making love to her that made her feel adored.
Moments later she was climaxing again. He kissed and licked his way back up to her mouth and entered her again, grasping her bottom and moving in a harder rhythm, proving to her that he was really here and would damn well make sure nothing would separate them again. She could taste her own sweetness on his lips. He even had a way of kissing that made her feel like they were having intercourse, even when kissing was all they were doing. She drank in his familiar scent, his breath, his hard strength, the sureness of his love. She pressed her fingers into the muscles of his arm and arched up to his gentle thrusts, every fiber of her being wanting to love him back and to claim him as just hers. This man could have a hundred women, but he wanted only one. He needed her as much as she needed him, and when he was inside her, it was as though they were one body, sharing souls in a spirit world no one else could touch.