Chapter 18
I kissher across the room before losing patience with the speed of our progress and picking her up to carry her into the bedroom.
Then I see the bathroom out of the corner of my eye and remember my plans for her.
“I want to give you a bath,” I say, setting her on her feet by the open door next to the giant en suite.
She pulls back, her brows lifting. “Give me a bath? Like…a sexy bath?”
“A very sexy bath,” I assure her, reaching for the button at the back of her neck.
She bites her lip, holding my gaze as the front of her dress falls forward, baring her gorgeous breasts. “Only if you join me. I want to give you a sexy bath, too. I think you need one, honestly,” she says, reaching for my belt and drawing it through the clasp. “You’re a filthy man.”
My lips curve. “Am I?”
She nods. “So filthy. Especially here. This part is as dirty as they come.” She molds her hand to my erection through my pants. I return the favor by cupping her breasts and dragging my thumbs across her nipples.
Her breath catches and I take advantage of her open mouth, kissing her hard and deep. I slide my tongue against hers, promising with every stroke that I meant what I said—I love her. And I’m going to move heaven and earth to prove it, starting by making her come at least half a dozen times before we sleep tonight.
Lifting her into my arms again, this time with her ass in my hands and her legs wrapped around my waist, I carry her into the bathroom. I sit on the edge of the tub, still kissing her as I turn on the water.
“This is the biggest bathtub I’ve seen in my entire life,” she says when we finally come up for air long enough to start stripping out of our clothes.
I watch her shimmy the dress over her hips, enjoying the way her breasts bounce lightly as she moves. She notices me watching and shoots me a crooked smile, “So I guess you’d call yourself a breast man?”
“I’m a you man,” I say, tossing my shirt to the floor and finishing the job she started with my belt. “I enjoy your ass just as much.”
Her eyes rake over me as I shove my pants to the floor. “I enjoy all your parts.” She wrinkles her nose as her gaze moves lower. “Except maybe your knees. I think you might have weird knees.”
I huff out a laugh. “Well, there had to be something wrong with me. I mean, aside from being emotionally unavailable, cranky, and bossy.”
Her eyes return to mine, her brow furrowing. “Don’t say that. You’re not any of those things, and I was kidding about your knees.”
I smile as I pull her against me. “I know.”
She smiles. “So you were just messing with me?”
“Turnabout is fair play.” I squeeze the firm globes of her ass in each hand. “And I am bossy. And I was cranky tonight. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize,” she says, cupping my face in her hands. “We ended up where we needed to be. Sometimes you have to fight a little to work things out.” She bites her lip, moaning softly as she rocks against my cock, pinned between our now naked bodies. “And I think making up is going to be a lot of fun.”
“The most fun. We should get in while the water’s running. I have a plan.”
Her brows lift. “A plan?”
I nod toward the tub. “Get in. I just need to grab something from my bag, and I’ll join you.”
Fetching the silicone lube and condoms from my suitcase on the stand by the wall—water sex is always better with a waterproof lube—I return to find her stretched out against the back of the tub, already flushed pink and looking good enough to eat.
“You are so damned sexy,” I say, setting the lube and protection within easy reach.
“You, too,” she says, scooting forward to make room for me as I step into the water and settle myself behind her. She reaches back, caressing my swollen cock. “Getting you turned on is one of my favorite things in the entire world.”
“Same.” I kiss her shoulder as my hands return to her breasts, rolling her tight nipples lightly between my fingers. “Ever used water as a vibrator before?”
Breath coming faster, she digs her hands into my thighs beneath the still shallow water. “As a vibrator? You mean…”
“Yes,” I assure her. “Want to try it?” I pinch her nipples, making her squirm against me.
“I guess,” she says, sounding a little uncertain.
But I’m confident she’ll change her mind once she feels the water flowing over her clit while I finger her into an orgasm she won’t forget.
“We’ll try it. If you don’t like it, you know what to say.”
“Eggplant,” she says, arching into my touch as I continue to tease her nipples.
“That’s right.” I reach over, testing the water. “Is that too hot?”
She extends her foot, letting the water flow over her toes. “No, it’s fine.”
“Good, just lie back against me. Let me do all the work.” I glide my hands lower, hooking my hands beneath her knees. I spread her wide as I shift forward, until her calves are dangling over the end of the tub and the water is flowing between her thighs.
Crossing my legs for better leverage—and to fit beneath the faucet—I shift forward that final inch.
The moment the water hits her clit, Sully stiffens with a gasp. But a beat later, her head is thrown back, resting on my shoulder as she wiggles her hips beneath the stream.
“Holy shit,” she says, her breath already coming in shallow pants. “Oh my God, I’m going to come so fast. So crazy fast.”
“Not yet,” I say, reaching between her thighs, blocking some of the spray with my hand as I slide two fingers inside her. She groans and her head falls farther back as she puts herself in my control with a trust that humbles me.
My beautiful, sexy girl. She’s come a long way since losing her virginity a week ago.
Which reminds me…
“You know what makes me really crazy? Thinking about another man fucking you,” I whisper as I finger her slick pussy, still shielding her clit from the majority of the water, wanting to draw this out for her. For both of us. “Even that first night, thinking about Mark having his hands on you… It made me want to hunt him down and toss him into the sea without a life jacket.”
“I don’t want anyone else’s hands on me,” she pants, thrusting against me as I push my fingers deeper, curling against her inner walls as I rock back out again. “God, Weaver. You make me crazy. I want to do everything with you.”
“Everything?” I drop my other hand under the water, teasing the tight ring of her ass.
She sucks in a breath, but doesn’t stiffen as I apply pressure. Instead, she turns her head to kiss my cheek before whispering, “Everything.”
I pull back, reaching for the lube. Spreading a good amount on my finger, I lift my hips, leveraging her higher in the water before returning my finger to her tightly puckered ring. “Just relax,” I say, teasing at her sensitive flesh as I continue to finger her pussy, shielding her almost completely from the spray. I don’t want to overwhelm her with too much sensation, too soon. “And tell me if you want me to stop.”
I breach her entrance, and she tenses for a beat, before exhaling a ragged breath. “Weaver…”
“Yes, beautiful?” I say, finding a slow, sensual rhythm, penetrating her with both hands as she opens for me like a flower.
“I… I’m…” She trembles against me, gripping my knees beneath the water as her breath comes faster.
“Not yet, don’t come yet, sweetheart. Not until I tell you to come for me,” I say, fucking her a little faster, a little deeper. “I want you to feel this first.” I move my hand, letting some of the water pour over her clit.
She cries out and her spine bows, but she doesn’t come, she pants and moans and clings to me, but she doesn’t come.
“Good girl,” I murmur into her ear, so turned on by her mixture of abandon and control that my cock is leaking pre-come against her back. “You’re so fucking sexy, Sully. I love feeling your pussy and ass tight on my fingers, love feeling how close you are to losing your mind.”
She whimpers and wiggles closer to my hand, clearly desperate for the release that’s just out of reach. “Please,” she finally begs. “Oh please.”
“Just one more second, baby,” I say, wanting her orgasm to be something she’ll never forget. “One more second. Yes, almost there, almost…” I move my hand, letting the full force of the water run between her legs.
She comes almost instantly, her hips bucking into the air as I give her the resistance she craves, driving my fingers even deeper inside her.
And then, somehow the water’s off, and I have a condom on, though I don’t remember shifting positions. Sully straddles me, her breasts brushing my face as I rub lube between her slick folds and she lowers herself onto me beneath the water.
“Oh yes,” she says, gasping as I fill her. “There you are. I need you like this. I need it so bad, all the time.”
I grip her ass, squeezing tight as she seats herself fully. Looking up, my gaze crashes into hers with an even deeper intimacy than before, but that makes perfect sense. There’s nothing to hide now, it’s all on the table between us.
Holding her pinned tight to my cock, I whisper, “I love you.”
“I love you, too,” she says.
“I’m going to have my bathroom in the city remodeled to fit a larger tub. I need to fuck you like this at least once a week.”
Her lips parting and excitement sparking in her eyes, she breathes, “We’re really going to do this, aren’t we? We’re going to live together in the city and have sex all the time?”
“All the time,” I say, grinning at the smile that stretches wide across her pretty face. “Now ride me, sweetheart, while I suck your tits. I need to show your nipples how much I love them, too.”
Bracing her hands on my shoulders, she gives me exactly what I asked for and more, taking her pleasure from me, but giving me so much more in return. When I finally allow myself to come—after she’s come twice, and we’ve shifted positions so I can take her from behind—I silently promise Fate that I’ll never take the gift of this woman for granted.
I will treasure her and pleasure her and adore her every single day until my last day.
I come with a groan that echoes throughout the tiled room as I dig my teeth into the firm flesh on her shoulder. She cries out a beat later, giving me her fourth orgasm of the night.
But I need more…
“Two more,” I say, as we’re lying in the cooling water, catching our breath. “I need to make you come two more times before we sleep.”
She sighs. “I can’t. I’m tapped out. I’m going to need to train to work up to something like that.”
But thirty minutes later, after we’re dressed in our pajamas and snuggled in bed, my hand finds its way between her legs and she finds her second wind. Or maybe third at this point.
Whatever it is, it’s perfect. We glide together slowly, almost gently this time, coming within seconds of each other as I rock into her on top, in plain old missionary position.
But nothing’s ever plain or ordinary with her.
Nothing will be plain or ordinary again, because I get to take this incredible woman home with me. It’s quite possibly the best night of my life, and I sleep like the fucking dead, too tired and happy to dream.
Then I’m awoken by Sully’s panicked voice at six a.m. the next morning saying, “Weaver, wake up. We have to go. Gramps had a heart attack and they’re taking him to the hospital,” and the real world comes crashing down around us.