He didn’t give her any leniency. He kept working at her, rubbing in just the right way until her entire being seemed to be one tight bundle of nerves waiting for release...
Then the orgasm hit her. Her back arched and she pressed her ass against his cock as the moan escaped her lips. As the aftershocks quaked through her, Luke angled her hips and thrust inside in one long, sure motion.
Her hands balled to fists, but she kept them against the tile. He wrapped one arm around her breasts for leverage as the other one went right back to her oversensitive clit. He wasn’t about to give her any break.
He started to move within her, and she let her head fall back against him. Everything felt so good...the water, his body, his touch on her breasts....
As his thrusts quickened, he gently bit her ear before he finally started to lose control. There was something so gratifying in seeing Luke reduced to a pleasure-driven beast. Just like he seemed to do to her. His breaths quickened against her ear as he pushed in her harder and faster. And with every thrust, the pressure on her clit increased and as Evelyn’s second orgasm crashed over her, Luke finally lost it.
His hand on her breast tightened as he shattered in his own release. “Evelyn...” he breathed as the final quakes of his orgasm rocked him.
For a few moments, neither of them moved. Instead, they both caught their breath as they tried to come back down to earth. Luke pressed a kiss to her shoulder and released her breast, running his hand over her front to rest at her waist.
“Best shower ever.” She smiled.
He let out a soft laugh and pulled out of her. She turned in his arms, but he didn’t seem nearly as happy and carefree as she felt at the moment. “What’s wrong?”
He met her eyes with his intense gaze and he sighed. “I just can’t imagine never having another shower like this.”
She shrugged. “We’re here for a few more days. Don’t worry. Besides, after that, I think I owe you.”
“Not that. After this. After Longineu is arrested.”
Evelyn stiffened, suddenly realizing what he was saying. Damn it, did he have to bring this up while they were naked? “I’m going back to Texas after this,” she reminded him.
“But do you want to?”
Evelyn glanced down. Of course she wanted to. She’d worked her entire career to get a chance to stop the rampant corruption along the border. To be one of the honest ones keeping people safe.
But the idea of staying with Luke was enticing. Besides the physical aspect of their relationship, which was undeniably fantastic, she liked him. He pushed her. Challenged her in a way that no other man had. And he seemed to respect her and her job for the most part. None of the macho “I’m the man—I know what’s best” attitude that she’d been fighting against her entire life.
She couldn’t lie...the idea of trying to make something work long term with Luke was appealing, but... “I hardly know you, Luke.”
He nodded and stepped back. “I understand.”
She opened her mouth to say more, but he immediately erased any trace of sadness with a big smile. “How about I go open a bottle of wine? You can finish your shower and then we can find something nice to watch on TV.”
Damn. She wanted to say more, but if he wanted to act like the entire conversation never happened, who was she to rub salt in the wound? “Sure. That sounds nice.”
“Great.” He leaned in, kissing her briefly before he got out of the shower and shut the glass doors.
Evelyn fell back against the tile and rubbed at her temple. Even though the tile had finally warmed and the entire bathroom was filled with steam, she couldn’t help the cold that seemed to creep in now that Luke was gone.
~~~~~
“Fuck.” What the hell was wrong with him? Asking Evelyn to stay? Of course she’d say no! She hardly knew him and they’d been “together” all of three days. And of those three days, she’d never once hinted that she’d wanted anything more than a quick, fun fling.
Which should’ve made him ecstatic. Wasn’t that his one requirement in a woman? Willing to have a fun, no-strings-attached relationship with amazing sex. Now that he’d found one, he suddenly was going to become the clingy one. Fuck.
He pulled a clean pair of boxer briefs out of his drawer and a pair of black pajama pants. Hopefully he hadn’t scared Evelyn completely away. They would be here for a bit longer, and he’d be damned if she was going to give him the cold shoulder the rest of the week because he didn’t know how to keep his damn mouth shut.
What the hell had he been thinking? Sure, he liked Evelyn. If she was a native New Yorker and wasn’t planning to leave the state as soon as possible, then, yes, maybe he’d consider trying for something more than a fling. But if the tables were turned and she suddenly announced—after sex, no less—that she was going to stay in the state and completely alter the trajectory of her career for him, he would’ve freaked out.