The Things She Says(47)

“I’ll tell you later. Happy birthday.”

Her heart skipped. Mama had been the only one who’d ever remembered at home. “Thanks.”

“Okay, now go away so I can concentrate.” He grinned and pushed her lightly. She left him to his work, with only one backward glance at his pursed lips. The things that mouth could do. Shudder and a half.

She went to the pool and started rereading Embrace the Rogue for the four hundredth time. Even her favorite book couldn’t hold her interest, so she put it down and closed her eyes, drifting in the hot sun amidst the shrieks of kids splashing in the shallow end. She ate lunch by herself and missed Kris so badly she ached. At four o’clock, hot and sweaty, she went back to the room.

Empty. Kris’s laptop was on the table, closed, but he was gone and his phone wasn’t on the coffee table.

Well, he didn’t answer to her. He’d be back eventually.

Kris had been clear about not using her bedroom so she flipped on the water in his shower and tossed her swimsuit into the corner. As she swung open the shower door to step into the tepid spray, Kris strolled into the bathroom, his grin extremely decadent.

“Exactly where I hoped I’d find you,” he said and started undressing as if it was perfectly natural to be in the bathroom with her—naked—at the same time. Her cheeks heated, inexplicably. She couldn’t possibly still be shy after last night. Could she?

Her tongue was suddenly too big for her mouth, and she couldn’t speak as his shirt came off, then his pants. His boxer briefs clung to his thighs—and why was he taking so long to get them off?

Then he was naked, and he was beautiful. Every smooth, golden limb and whorl of hair on his chest was exquisite. Gorgeous.

He enfolded her in his arms and held her for a moment, hands curved around her back, warm against her skin. Held her, as if cradling something precious and treasured. Embracing her intimately, instead of diving right into hot sex. His touch carried sweet nuances of all his unexpressed feelings. Yes, yes, yes. Last night had fundamentally changed their relationship.

Her stomach, then her heart flipped. Holy macaroni, she was so far gone over him.

“Where were we?” he murmured and nuzzled her neck.

“Um, Dallas?”

He laughed and pulled the handle on the glass shower door. “Get wet. I want to make you scream as I’m soaping you up.”

Hot waves skewered her, and she almost came right then. How did he do that with just his voice?

He swept her into the shower and spun her, pushing her up against the tiles, then pressed her flat with his hard body while whispering in her ear. The freezing tiles against her breasts and stomach combined with the heat of him on her back sent a barb through her womb. She’d unleashed a monster, and the power of it nearly finished the orgasm his voice had started.

His lathered hands slid along her sides, scandalously dipping into the crevice of her bottom, but it was luscious and she arched, seeking him, wanting him. His fingers twisted into her center with lovely friction, and she moaned.

“That’s right,” he murmured. “Tell me how much you like it.”

He was checking in. Even after everything she’d done last night, he wanted to be sure she was still okay with no-holds-barred. Subtly asking her for reassurance before he did something irreversible. How could she do anything but fall for him?

“You make me so hot. Feels so good,” she said hoarsely, and moaned his name as he teased her with sensuous circles. Sparks gathered and the tightness grew. “I need you now.”

He drew her leg up, and positioned her foot on the low shelf, guided her forward and plowed into her. Yes, so good.

“More,” she cried. “Faster.”

And he did both. She writhed as he touched her everywhere. Then he did something indescribable against her sex as he slid deep, scraping his hard teeth against the hollow of her collarbone. She came in a whirlpool of thick sensation with a half scream.

“Yes. Beautiful,” he said fiercely, and held her firm against his chest as she climaxed again and again, lost in a delirium of pleasure. Her vision blurred.

When she could see again, she was still locked in his embrace, water sluicing over her, and he was stroking wet hair out of her face.

“You’re so gorgeous when you come,” he said, his lips grazing her ear. “So uninhibited. I want you again just thinking about it.”

She turned in his arms and took his mouth in a hard, desperate kiss, then shoved him backward until he collapsed on the shelf. She mounted him. “You can see me better from this angle.”

His expression turned feral. “You’re insatiable. I can’t tell you how much I like that.”