Chapter 37
THIRTY-SEVEN
AUGUST
Ready for me?
“Do you mean …” I leave the sentence unfinished, not wanting to presume.
When I suggested this bath, my intention was to do exactly as I did: touch Quinn until I got the chance to see her—feel her—orgasm again.
Then, hopefully, she’d be more relaxed in preparation for her flight tomorrow.
I’ve picked up on an underlying note of stress all day, and I can guess it has to do with getting on that plane without me.
She’s leaving without me.
The thought threatens to drag me down to a dark place, but the descent is cut off by Quinn’s hand circling my wrist again. She draws my palm out of the water, bringing the fingers that were inside her to her lips. Then she sucks them into her mouth.
The sensation of her tonguing the digits has my hips thrusting without thought.
After one last lick, the Pyro drops her head back on my shoulder, tilting her chin to stare up at me with a sultry gaze.
“I mean that you’ve gotten me all wet. Time to do something about that.”
My insides freeze. Literally. I think if a doctor were to cut into me right now, they would discover that my guts have transformed into chunks of ice.
The chill must be seeping through my chest, but Quinn only presses herself closer with a purr.
“You feel so good,” she murmurs as little wisps of steam rise between us. “I want you inside me.”
A part of my brain is about to point out that I just was. But clearly, she doesn’t mean my fingers.
“We don’t have to.” I never want Quinn to feel pressured into sex with me, especially because she’s constantly concerned about her powers.
But, gods, I want to keep this going.
Instead of answering, Quinn moves out of my hold. I try not to let disappointment show on my face while I reach out to steady her as she climbs from the tub.
But other than shifting to her knees, Quinn doesn’t attempt to stand. Instead, she scoops her damp hair off her neck, guiding the mass to fall forward over her shoulder. This leaves her back bare, and I’m fascinated with the constellation of freckles that continues even here.
Then my mind stutters as she bends at the waist, bracing her hands on the far side of the tub, and lets her knees widen a touch.
Her pussy is on gorgeous display, directly in front of my face. The folds have flushed dark from her orgasm. Droplets trickle over the dips of her core, and I wonder how much of the wetness is from the bath and how much I can claim credit for.
“August”—her voice is all teasing—“do you like what you see?”
After swallowing multiple times, I am almost able to form a coherent answer. But then her hand appears, sneaking through her split legs and fingering that opening as if she were petting the petals of the most beautiful flower in the world.
All I can do is grunt, which earns me a husky chuckle.
When I shift forward, I realize I have to crack through a thin layer of ice that’s formed on the surface of the water. Briefly, I revel in the fact that no shame arises when I see the physical effects of my power. I know Quinn likes this part of me.
Hell, she might even love it.
Does she love me though?
Pushing the thought to the back of my mind, I rise to my knees, towering above my little Pyro. Quinn may be above average height compared to most women, but to me, she’s perfect. The right size to cover her with my body, but not to overwhelm her completely.
Which is what I do now.
My hands grip the sides of the tub, in front of hers, bracketing her naked curves.
Quinn releases her hold, only to grasp my wrists.
I cage her with my body as our legs remain submerged in the water.
Her back is hot against my front, and I press my nose into her neck, breathing in deep the scent of campfires and warm ovens.
“Take me hard,” she whispers. “I want to feel you even when I’m back in Phoenix.”
A groan wrenches from my throat as frost condenses in my gut and coats my skin. It only takes a moment to align my aching shaft with her warm pussy. The first slide into her supernatural heat is almost enough to have my eyes rolling back in my head.
The water sloshes as I thrust, and each time I bury myself deep in Quinn, I’m rewarded with a happy gasp from her lips.
Keeping her demand in mind, I rut into her like a beast. Fuck her like the abominable snowman.
The bathroom fills with the sound of water dripping on the floor and our skin slapping against each other.
Every part of my body that touches hers burns.
If only this blaze could stay forever, the shape of Quinn imprinted on me.
All I want is more of the delicious sensation.
Frustration at the thought that I’ll have to give it up tomorrow makes the pounding of my hips almost angry.
Quinn groans low, and with the power surge the sound elicits, I direct my frost toward her clit, imagining what I would do if I could somehow be inside her, but also tonguing her.
My Fire Elemental gasps, her nails digging gouges into my wrists.
Fire tears through my body, originating at the pressure points between us.
Her molten essence is inside me, filling every inch of my being.
Seeking to return the favor, I shout as my hips buck a final time before I spill into her, letting ice mingle with my cum.
With my remaining few brain cells, I clutch her around the waist and tilt us so we can sink back into the tub, barely noticing the vastly lower level of the water.
As we lie, wrapped up together, Quinn’s body relaxes fully, as if all her bones melted with that internal heat of hers.
After a moment, she lets out a small noise that I realize is a snore.
My Pyro has passed out.
As she sleeps, I gather her closer to my chest, wondering how I’ll ever be able to let her board that plane without me tomorrow.