Chapter Twelve
CASH
“I’LL BE RIGHT back—”
Shay clamps her legs around my thighs. “Wait.”Her nails rake down my chest, sharp, tracing fire along my skin.
My breath is sharp, waiting for her to explain.
Without a word, she rises just enough that the water ripples around her waist. Her breasts glisten under the flickering candlelight, wet and tempting. My mouth waters, and my tongue is suddenly alive.
I can’t resist. I take a nipple in my mouth.
She laughs, grasping my arms, her fingers digging in, leaving trails of heat.
“Cash.” My name slips from her lips and nearly undoes me.
My teeth graze lightly before I tug, biting and sucking in a rhythm I don’t care to control. My other hand cups her other breast while my tongue circles this one, lost in the taste and warmth.
“This isn’t what I meant. Give me a second.” She leans forward, stretching over my shoulders like she’s reaching for something just out of reach.
I don’t let go of her nipple. I growl into her skin, sucking harder, pulling a sharp gasp from her lips.
She tips back, just enough for her eyes to meet mine. A cheeky, sexy grin spreads across her face, daring me, teasing me.
In her hand, glinting in the candlelight, is a foil packet.
Every nerve in me screams to be inside her right now.
“Where the hell did that come from?” I murmur, but I don’t care.
“Must’ve been included in the room. I saw them earlier in the cabinet behind the mirror, so I grabbed a few when you were lighting the candles.”
A laugh rumbles in my chest, “You clever minx.”
I take the condom and stand. She rises with me, and water cascades off our bodies. Dripping hot trails down my chest.
“Careful now.” I grab her arm to steady her.
“I’m alright.” Her lips hit my chest, soft and wet, sending shivers straight through me.
I moan.
She kisses, licks, and tiny bites spark fire along every nerve.
I roll the condom on with one hand, eyes locked on her.
She turns away from me, and her backside is just as fucking gorgeous as the front.
“Watch you don’t slip.”
We’re standing in the bloody tub.
She glances over her shoulder. “You’ll take care of me.”
Fucking right I will.
I reach for her, but she bends over the padded corner of the whirlpool tub, sticking her bare ass in the air.
What the hell?
Her spine arches. Her hands press flat against the cushioned edge.
“What are you—?”
Her heavy-lidded eyes meet me over her shoulder. Her lips curve into a teasingly cruel smile that is all sin and mischief.
“Water isn’t good to have sex in.” Her voice is low and husky. “You can just take me here.”
My cock jerks.
My balls tighten.
Fuck.
Fuck.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
In one step, I’m behind her. My hands grip her hips, thumbs digging into the soft, warm flesh. She shivers under my touch.
I pull her back against me, but not inside. Not yet.
She whimpers.
It’s a plea. A quiet, needy sound that makes my pulse hammer faster.
“Patience,” I say it even when my own pulse is hammering in his throat, and my cock throbs with the need to be inside her. “We’ve got all night, remember?”
I grip her hip with one hand, making damn sure she doesn’t slip in the water. My other hand slides up her side, palm brushing over her ribs, teasing the delicate skin, before cupping her breast again.
She gasps, arching into me, and I want to plunge inside her. But I want her ready too.
My thumb flicks over her nipple. It’s already tight, already pebbled, begging for attention.
Another gasp escapes her. Her back arches further, pressing her ass against the hard length of me.
A groan rumbles up my chest.
“You’re making it damn hard.”
“I know.” Her bottom thrusts against me again. My hand leaves her breast, slides down her stomach until my fingers trail through the damp curls between her legs.
She’s already wet—soaked, dripping, and not from the water.
I find her clit first and circle it lightly.
She jerks against my touch. Every shiver, every gasp, fuels the fire in me.
It’s fucking perfection.
I tease her clit in slow, teasing circles before sliding through her folds. A shudder rolls through her body, and her hips tremble, as I gather her arousal and drag it back up to her clit.
“Cash.” Little whimpers escape her with every breath. And her body trembles between my hands.
“Yes, baby?”
“Don’t stop.”
My cock aches, pressing against her ass. I could bury myself in her right now, hard and fast, but I hold back.
I want her to come with me.
“Please,” she begs, her voice breaking. “I need you inside me.”
My control is fraying at the edges, but I make sure she’s trembling, gasping, shivering, on the edge before I press her clit one last time and pull my hand away.
I line my cock up to her entrance and push inside her. Slow. Sensual. Every inch. I pull back, then push forward. Deeper, until my hips flush against hers, feeling the slick heat of her walls clinging to me.
I pull out a little further this time, then sink back in, deeper, my cock sliding through her warmth.
“Oh god—” Her head drops forward, hair sticking to her skin. “Just like that.”
“Just like that?” I tease, brushing my fingers along her hip, feeling her tremble.
“Faster.”
I pick up the pace, thrusting from behind, hips rolling, every inch delicious—the water rocks with us.
One of her hands slides from the edge of the tub and drops between her legs.
“Fuck—” My hips stutter for a second.
The sight of her touching herself sends a jolt of heat straight to his balls, tightening me even more.
“You’re gonna make me come.”
She lets out a breathy laugh. “Good. That is our goal.” Her fingers move faster.
That’s it.
That’s the fucking end of my control.
I slam into her, faster, harder. The slap of skin is loud over the churn of water. Water splashes over the edge of the tub, cold against my thighs. My cock throbs and pressure coils low in my gut, hot and tight, winding tighter with every thrust.
I’m losing it.
My orgasm hits, sudden and brutal, crashing over me, dragging me under. A sound tears from my throat as my cock pulses inside her.
She cries out, too. I feel her body clench and flutter around me in her own release.
Our bodies jerk together, messy and desperate, riding the last waves until there’s nothing left but shaking limbs and ragged breaths.
I stay inside her as the last of my orgasm fades, hips still pressed to hers, not ready to let go. Then I pull her back against my chest.
The back of her head presses against my shoulder. Her wet hair is cool against my skin, and her breath warm and uneven.
“That was—”
“Yeah.” I press a kiss to the side of her damp head, tasting salt.
She tilts her head to look at me. “You hungry?”
I lift an eyebrow.
“I could use a snack. I could watch you bake me a snack.”
“You know the rules. No lingering or socializing during quiet times.”
“My trip is about stepping out of my comfy zone.”
“You mean breaking the rules?”
She smiles. Slow. Trouble written all over it.
“Do you want to break the rules with me?”
My hands tighten on her hips again.
Fucking right I do.