Chapter 24
The minute the door closes, we both detonate. Like sex is the only thing that will prove we’re alive, it’s done, and this is real.
I back her against the wall, taking her mouth, as she undoes her jeans and shoves them down her hips.
Part of me is screaming to put the brakes on this. It could go horribly wrong.
The other part is already ten steps ahead.
“Can I get these bandages wet?” She asks, suddenly looking at her wrists.
“I’ll put fresh ones on.” I kiss the inside of her arm, move my mouth to her neck. “Take your shirt off.”
She does, but when it’s free, she asks, “You can do anything, can’t you?”
The way she’s looking at me physically hurts. Trust. It’s right there in the depths of her blue eyes. After all of it. She wants me, trusts me, is giving herself to me again.
“I cannot play a single instrument. Can’t really sing. I also can’t keep my hands off of you.”
“The last one is the best.”
Finally she smiles, and it throws me for a loop.
“Do you like the sound of this?” I lean right next to her ear as my hand drifts down to lace her fingers with mine. “Me making love to you in the shower?”
“I do,” she whispers, tracing her other hand up my chest.
I flip the clasp on her bra, letting it fall away as I fill my palm with her breast.
She takes care of her panties. We tear my clothes off and then I slow everything down.
Way down.
Taking my time kissing her throat, her nipples, the bruises and scrapes, worshiping her strength. Returning to her mouth, over and over again, where she drives me crazy with the way she uses her tongue.
I blindly turn on the shower, pulling her toward the glass doorway. When the steam starts to rise, I pick her up and carry her inside as she drops kisses along my jaw.
For a few minutes we kiss under the spray, until I force her to turn around so I can pamper her.
She hums as I work the shampoo through slowly, careful not to tug. When I find the right rhythm, Jade leans back into my hands, sighing softly.
“Close your eyes,” I murmur as I rinse gently, shielding her face, then reach for the soap.
There’s no hurry. Unlimited hot water. Just us, alone. A secure house full of badass operatives.
So I go slow. I kneel in front of her, running my soapy hands carefully down her legs, over the bruises, the dirt still clinging in places.
Every touch makes my heart squeeze up, twisting against my collarbone until I can hardly breathe.
She did so good. Her body has to be wrecked. Muscles spent from all the hard hiking. Bruises from the crash and god knows what else.
I’m endlessly impressed by this woman.
When I rise and look down at her, she’s gorgeous. Always beautiful but with the water clinging along her lashes, the gentle curve of lips damp and parted, the effect is devastating.
But the bruising on her face reminds me to keep myself in check. Give her all the choices.
“How are you feeling?”
Her eyes search mine for a second. Then soften.
“I’ll take over if you want.” I gather her hair at her nape, watching for any signs she’s nervous or hesitant. “We don’t have to do anything if you’re not ready for.”
She leans in and kisses me this time. “Take over. Please. Keep me here.”
A primal possessiveness hums in my veins. I lift her in my arms, taking her to the bench where I settle her onto my lap.
She gives, softens. Relaxes into me without a shred of resistance.
I kiss her neck, my pulse hammering as I tease her open with one finger, then two. Spreading that slippery honey all over. Taking time to worship her clit.
When she’s melded against me, her breathing fast, her pussy plump and hot, I shift her and settle her down on my cock.
Oh. God. So tight. I clench my thighs, pushing up until I’m an inch inside.
She doesn’t look away. This is us. Here. Now. Taking her power back.
“There,” she gasps. “Oh. Oh.”
When I pull her down onto me, filling her, I match my slow steady thrusts with the way my tongue sweeps into her mouth, loving the way she’s melting more.
Softer and sweeter, and so strong in my arms.
All of it is amplified.
The heat. The shower’s hiss. Her body slipping up and down my abs, her breasts the most tender, perfect things I’ve ever felt against me.
A growl builds in my throat, the squeeze of her heat around me, forcing me to bear down to keep from coming too soon.
“You feel so good, beautiful. Perfect in my arms.”
Her breath catches, such an open vulnerability overtaking her expression, I lock up.
“Tell me. Whatever it is,” I say, instinctively knowing she wants to say something.
“I want to let go, but… but I’m afraid to. I might crack open.”
Ah. Christ.
“I’ll hold you together. If you break, you break into my hands. Not alone.”
Biting her lower lip she nods, half-moans as she moves on top of me. “This feels so good.”
Fuck. That little moan. I thrust again, watching her eyes go hazy with pleasure. Her fingers slide up my chest, but find their way to her own nipple where she pinches and tugs.
I take her cue and match the ways she touches herself on the other side.
“Oh, good god, Ryker.”
Her hips shift against mine, pushing my cock deeper. I keep moving. Keep her full as I thumb her nipple, watching her cheeks grow pink, her own fingers growing clumsy.
“Lean in,” I rasp, pulling her close, seating that ripe little clit against the root of my cock. When I do, she melts, completely goes liquid in my arms.
I shift and find her mouth with mine. Tasting deep, feeling her inner muscles rippling.
She’s close.
A sharp sound tears from her throat. As a hard contraction begins, her fingers dig into my chest.
“God. Gaaaah,” she pants, her nails biting more into my chest, my shoulders. The fresh bite of pain lighting me up.
I groan, unable to stop the throbbing heat building in my cock. “Right here, baby. Let’s go together.”
Her search for release has her grinding hard on me and I take over with my thumb, taking her moans into my throat.
I’m getting bigger and harder. Blood throbbing to every far reaching inch of my body. Every stroke into that tight clench driving me closer and closer to a cliff.
“Oh!” She shouts. “Oh. Oh. Ohmygodohmygod,” Her shout turns to a growl, her fingers flinching against me, the jolt of her hips, crushes my thumb between us as her clit begins to pulse wildly.
“That’s it,” I growl, rearing up, to crush her to me. “Give it all to me.”
That’s when she unspools, a sharp, biting cry coming from her throat, her eyes finding mine as she pants. Her hands clenching against my chest.
All the fear and desperation of our night in the forest rises up behind her gaze and releases. She folds, collapsing into me, shoulders shaking as she cries.
“Let it all go, baby. Right here. I’ve got you.”
“You have to come,” she whispers, shaky and hoarse. Then she moves, shifts that tight, slick ride, making me pant. “I need to feel you letting go too.”
My head falls back and we move together, my thoughts fragmenting as the primal need to get as deep as I can takes over.
She whispers, “That’s so good. So. So good.”
A rough shout barks out of me. And I’m up and moving with her thighs tight around my hips.
Water goes everywhere and I take us down to the bathroom floor. A dark, dangerous animal in me taking over.
“I love you,” she whispers as I nail her to the floor.
Fuck. She knows exactly what she’s doing to me. I thrust in hard. Taking her mouth roughly. She moves under me, her heels hooking into the back of my thighs and my control shatters.
I’m fucking her on the floor.
It’s wrong.
“I love you. Just like this,” she whispers hoarsely.
Lightning cracks through me and I slam deep, dropping my weight on her, crushing her to me in arms that grip too hard.
“Ah, god,” I growl, and then I can’t speak or breathe. The tsunami of my release bypasses all my senses. Short circuits my brain. Blacks my vision, as I drive her across the wet tile floor until I collapse.