Chapter 10 #2
The cool water soothed the fire still raging beneath his skin as he stepped beneath the spray, wrapped her in his arms. Her head rested on his chest, each tiny finger like a brand against his skin.
McGuire closed his eyes, savored the flutter of her heart against his, how each breath feathered over his shoulder. She hummed, and his heart kicked over. Slotted into place. He didn’t move, barely breathed until she kissed his chest, eased back.
A wicked smile lifted her lips as she grabbed the soap, lathered it across his body. “Do you wrestle alligators on the side because, damn…”
He chuckled. “That’s more Patch’s forte.”
“Seriously?”
“It’s a thing. I prefer the old-fashioned way of just moving a lot of heavy shit.”
“It shows.” She cleaned the rest of him, allowed the water to rinse away the bubbles. “When this whole mess is over, I’m gonna need a full day to trace every inch of you. But for now, several of them should do.”
Riven palmed his ribs, smoothed her hands down his body as she slowly went to her knees. He shifted a bit, blocked the worst of the spray from hitting her face as she drew lazy patterns along his skin before trailing a single finger the length of him.
He clenched his stomach, took the opportunity to gather her hair in one hand as the other brushed across her lips. She caught the tip of one finger in her mouth, sucked it partway inside before drawing back, arching her brow.
He swallowed, coughed as he nodded, his head falling back on a hushed curse when she wrapped her hand around him, took him all the way to the back of her mouth.
Her name clawed free, the rough sound of it a measure of how far gone he was. How she’d pushed him to the edge in record time. She took the guttural moan as her sign to start moving, slowly forward, then even slower back. Dragging it out until he thought his heart would explode.
“Riven…”
She paused, glanced up at him, then picked up her pace, long, steady passes that had that fire raging beneath his skin, again.
All the heat he thought had died burning back to life.
Threatening to take him under. She seemed oblivious to how wrecked he was until he tugged on her hair, held her still.
An arch of her brow, then she eased him free. “Problem?”
He grunted, every muscle strung tight as he fought not to simply flip her over, take her on all fours on the shower floor. “If you really want to finish me that way, hell, I won’t say no, but…”
He swallowed around the lump in his throat. The one that wanted to feel her surround him, again. See her surrender one more time.
He cupped her jaw. “I need you.”
She stilled, mouth slightly open, eyes wide, looking at him as if he was the answer to every question she had before slowly gaining her feet, moving into his arms. “Good answer.”
He kissed her, long, hard, all that pent up energy still straining his muscles. He managed to ease her against the wall, spin her. A low moan echoed in the warm air, the simple approval spurring him on. He moved in close, wrapped one of her legs around his thigh, then slammed home.
No slow seduction, just primal need breaking the last of his control.
Riven cried out his name, pressing into every thrust, begging him for more. He slid one hand up her chest, anchored her against him, then really let loose.
The water splashed across them, each thrust rocking that cabin, creaking the floorboards as he chased his release. Time drifted, the water slowly cooling before he stopped, pulled out just long enough to turn her, lift her into his arms before sinking back inside.
“God, McGuire.”
That’s how he wanted her.
Hungry.
Wrapped in his embrace.
No other option but to feel.
Her gaze locked on his, every inch of skin touching as she swallowed, visibly surrendered.
He started slowly, wanting to see the moment he pushed her over.
How the flush laced up her skin, her breath catching on a rough inhale.
He picked up the pace, started shimmying her against the wall when she gasped, muscles tensing around him.
Her jaw clenched as her eyes rolled, her head tilting back, exposing her neck.
A soft lick and a light bite, and she broke, body riding his, fingers scratching at his back as he slid home, his release punching through him.
The spray pelted his skin, sheer stubborn will keeping him upright as he floated on that wave, finally coming back around when the water cooled even more.
He eased free, gave them both a quick rinse, then shut off the taps — grabbed the towels. They weren’t soft and fluffy, but they did the job. Kept them from leaving a watery trail back to bed.
Riven curled against him as they settled under the covers, her head on his chest, her leg draped over his. He smiled as he ran his fingers along her arm, drifting in the relative silence when a thought struck him.
He groaned, nudging her back from the brink. “Riven.”
She blinked, gazed up at him before scrunching up her face as she burrowed against him. “While I love your enthusiasm, maybe a quick nap, first?”
“Oh, sweetheart. Trust me, if I could go again, I would but… It’s not that, I just…”
“Just what?”
He grunted. “I forgot…”
“Forgot…” She inhaled, then laughed. “Oh, right. Are you worried you’ll catch—”
“God, no. But making a baby…”
“What’s wrong, McGuire? Afraid I’d shoot you in the ass if you got me pregnant?”
He grinned. “It’s crossed my mind.”
“Then, relax. I have an implant. I mean, I guess there’s always an outside chance, but…” She kissed his chest. “We should be fine.”
“And if it’s that outside chance?”
She blew out a feathery breath, looked up at him. “Call me crazy, but I’m not nearly as scared as I should be.” She sighed, arched a brow. “Are you?”
The thought fluttered his stomach, an odd sensation spreading through his chest. What felt dangerously like love with a hint of anticipation.
“Even less.” He dropped a kiss on her mouth, tucked her against him.
“Sleep. We’ve got one more day before we finish this, and I have big plans for the morning. ”