Chapter Twenty-Seven #2
STEAM CURLED ALONG the surface of the hot tub, blurring the edges of the snowy night beyond the railing as Birdie sank deeper into the water, a contented sigh slipping from her lips. The air on her shoulders was cold, but the water was luxuriously warm, and so was the way Crew was looking at her.
“Better?” Crew asked, his arm draped along the edge behind her.
“Infinitely.” She pressed closer to him, water lapping gently against the sides of the tub.
So much had changed since their first night together, when they’d been caught in someone else’s hot tub.
She smiled with the memory of how hard they’d cracked up as they’d bolted away.
Tonight it was just the two of them, with no chance of being interrupted.
“Tell me again why we’re wearing bathing suits,” she said.
He cocked a grin. “I figured you’d want some time to relax before I get my hands on you, and you sure as hell wouldn’t get any if you were naked.”
He moved in front of her, boxing her in with his broad body, a wolfish grin on those kissable lips.
Her gaze moved to the North Star and sunflower charms twinkling in the moonlight against his chest, then to the scars mapping his skin.
Before she’d met Crew, her heart had hurt every time she’d thought about the night of the accident.
Now it hurt twice as bad, because on top of the fear she’d felt that night, she knew she might never be able to share her feelings for this big-hearted man with the people she loved most.
She tucked those worries down deep, unwilling to let them hinder their beautiful night, and wound her arms around him. “Silly man. Why would I want that?”
He lifted a hand to her cheek, his thumb tracing the curve of her jaw as he lowered his lips to hers, softly at first. A tease of a kiss. Every time she tried to take it deeper, he drew back just enough to make it impossible. She felt him smiling against her lips, making her smile, too.
“I could spend a lifetime kissing you,” he said.
Her heart soared as his lips found hers again.
He kissed her softly at first, then deeper and more passionately.
So exquisitely, she lost herself in the feel of his mouth on hers, the intensity of their tongues tangling.
His muscles flexed against her as his hands moved reverently over her slick body, groping and caressing, sending tantalizing sensations raining down on her.
His hand slid between her legs, teasing her through her bikini bottom, until she was moaning and writhing.
The heat of the water was nothing compared to the inferno blazing between them.
Water lapped at the sides of the tub as she pushed her hands into his swim trunks, palming his hard length.
A feral sound tore from his lungs, and his hips thrust. She tightened her grip, stroking his cock as he fucked her fist and devoured her mouth.
With two yanks at her bikini strings, her top floated away.
Two more at the ties on her hips, and her bikini bottom followed.
Holding her up with one strong arm, Crew pushed off his swim trunks, and as her legs circled him, he buried himself deep inside her in one swift thrust, sending shocks of pleasure through her.
Consumed with passion, everything felt more intense, their kisses hungrier, their thrusts more powerful.
He fisted one hand in her hair, growling, “So good,” against her lips.
Suddenly he tore his mouth away and stilled. “Fuck. Sorry. I forgot protection.”
It took a second for her brain to push past the pleasure and make sense of his words. “I’m on birth control, but…”
“I haven’t been with anyone since Divinia, and I’ve been tested.”
“Good.” Their mouths reconnected with renewed fervor. Neither held anything back, thrusting and grinding until her entire body was on fire. “Crew,” she panted out desperately.
“No rushing, baby,” he whispered, and gripped her hips, slowing them down.
He held her gaze, moving her torturously slowly along the length of his cock.
With every downward stroke, he held her there, with him buried to the hilt, then rocked his hips, sending waves of pleasure rippling through her.
“You’re so beautiful,” he gritted out and kissed her slow and deep, remaining in control of their pace.
She clung to him, her body trembling. She was hanging on to the edge of a cliff, inhaling sharp gasps every time his cock slid over that magical spot inside her.
“Like that, darlin’? Like when I fuck you slow?”
“God, yes.”
“You’re so fucking tight.” He nipped at her jaw and tangled one hand in her hair, tugging gently.
“Tug harder,” she pleaded.
He did, and a needy moan flew from her lips.
“Come on my cock, baby. Squeeze the come out of me.”
The thrill of his dirty talk sent her body into a frenzy.
She crushed her mouth to his, riding him faster.
He thrust harder, one thick finger finding her ass, and devoured her mouth.
Every thrust took her higher. The edges of her vision closed in, her breathing shallowed, and with the next thrust, he catapulted her into ecstasy.
“Crew—” shot from her lips as white-hot pleasure flooded her, and he roared out her name.
And there beneath the snowy sky, in the warmth of his arms, they rode out their passion, keeping the rest of the world at bay.