Chapter 28
Kat
It was 9 am by the time we made it back to the house, everyone went to their rooms spent and exhausted. But I invited Rory to come to mine. And now we stand in the bathroom. The humid air clung to our skin as we faced each other, hearts racing. I reached out and traced my fingers along Rory’s collarbone, feeling goosebumps rise under my touch. His eyes darkened with desire as he pulled me closer, our bodies pressing together.
“I’ve been wanting this all day,” Rory murmured, his lips brushing my ear.
I shivered and tilted my head back as he trailed kisses down my neck. My fingers tangled in his hair as the tension between us built. With trembling hands, I began to unbutton his shirt, revealing his muscled chest. Rory’s breath hitched as I ran my palms over his warm skin.
“Kat,” he groaned, capturing my lips in a searing kiss.
We stumbled towards the shower, shedding clothes along the way. As the hot water cascaded over us, our hands roamed eagerly, exploring every curve and plane.
I pressed my body against his, feeling the firmness of his chest against my breasts. Our lips found each other, and as our tongues danced, my hands roamed over Rory’s muscular back and trailed down to his ass cheeks. I grabbed them firmly and pulled him closer to me, feeling his growing arousal against my pubic bone.
Rory’s hands traveled from my hips to my breasts, kneading them gently before teasing my nipples with his fingers. The sensation sent shivers through my body as I arched my back and let out a soft moan. Encouraged by my response, he lowered one hand and slid it between my legs, finding the warmth and wetness there.
As he stroked me, gently at first and then with increasing pressure, I felt an electric charge travel up my spine and pulse through me. My breathing became shallow and ragged as I eagerly sought more of this intoxicating pleasure. Rory’s lips left trailing kisses along my collarbone and down between my breasts.
Unable to resist any longer, I reached down and took hold of his throbbing cock with one hand while guiding him slowly inside me with the other.
Driven by an animalistic need, my body tightened around him, the walls of my pussy clenching and releasing in spasms, wanting to suck his dick dry. The release was immense, a tidal wave of pure bliss washing over both of us as we came together.
Our bodies trembled against each other as the last waves of pleasure subsided. Rory held me close, the warm water still cascading over us as we caught our breath. His fingers traced lazy circles on my back as I rested my head on his chest, listening to the rapid beating of his heart.
“That was...” I whispered, unable to find the right words.
“Incredible,” Rory finished, tilting my chin up to meet his gaze. His eyes were dark with lingering desire, and we shared a tender kiss, softer and sweeter than before.
As we separated, Rory reached for the shampoo and began to gently wash my hair. His strong fingers massaged my scalp, prompting a contented sigh to escape past my lips.
I returned the favor, lathering his body with soap and letting my hands roam over his muscular form once more. There was an intimacy to this act that felt even more intense than our passionate lovemaking .
Once we were clean, Rory shut off the water and grabbed fluffy towels for us both. He wrapped me in mine before drying himself off. We padded to the bedroom, leaving a trail of wet footprints behind us.
Collapsing onto the bed, we curled up together, limbs entwined. Rory pulled the covers over our still-damp bodies and placed a soft kiss on my forehead.
“Stay with me?” I murmured against his skin.
He nodded, already feeling sleep tugging at him. “Always,” he whispered back. And in that moment, I knew that I never wanted to leave his arms.
As I drifted off to sleep, a sense of contentment washed over me. For the first time in ages, I felt truly safe and cherished. The steady rise and fall of his chest against my cheek lulled me into a deep slumber.
When I awoke, I was shocked to find moonlight streaming through the curtains. Rory was still fast asleep, his arm draped protectively over my waist. I carefully turned to face him, drinking in his peaceful expression. My fingertips ghosted over the stubble on his jaw, tracing the lines of his face that I’d come to know so well .
As if sensing my touch, his eyes fluttered open. A slow smile spread across his face as he gazed at me.
“Hey,” he murmured, voice husky with sleep.
“Hey yourself,” I whispered back, unable to keep from smiling.
He pulled me closer, nuzzling my neck. His lips found my pulse, and he placed feather-light kisses there. A familiar warmth began to pool in my belly as his hands roamed over my curves.
“Round two?” he asked playfully, already rolling me onto my back.
I wrapped my good leg around his waist in response, pulling him flush against me. Our lips met in a passionate kiss as we lost ourselves in each other once more. This time our lovemaking was slower, more tender. We took our time exploring each other’s bodies, savoring every touch and caress.
As we lay tangled together afterwards, basking in the afterglow, I realized something profound. What I felt for Rory went beyond mere attraction or lust. I was falling in love with him, heart and soul.
The thought both thrilled and terrified me. I’d been hurt before, and opening myself up to love again was daunting. But as I gazed into Rory’s eyes, seeing the adoration there, I knew it was worth the risk.
“Rory,” I began hesitantly, my heart racing. “I think I’m falling for you.”
His eyes widened for a moment before softening. He cupped my face gently, his thumb stroking my cheek.
“I beat you to it,” he breathed.
I grinned, because for once, I was happy, and I could see a future here at the estate. Not only did I have a family, but I also had a smoking hot man to share my life with. It was almost too perfect…