Chapter 4
4
R hys watched Nova’s car speed down the long driveway heading toward the main road. He folded his arms across his chest and stared until he no longer saw her vehicle. His daughter was setting him up. He could feel it. There was no other reason why she shouldn’t be coming home after going out other than to give him and Jordan privacy. He ran a hand along his jawline and chuckled.
His little girl had certainly grown up.
He’d have to find a way to thank her.
Honor roamed the yard, sniffing every divot in the ground. If he wasn’t certain she was pure German Shepherd, he would assume she had a hound mixed in there. She was always tracking something.
“Honor, come,” he commanded.
He patted the side of his leg, signaling where she was to sit. At his order, she immediately trotted toward the house and arrived on the porch to sit in front of him on the side he’d patted. Jordan had only been upstairs about ten minutes. He could catch her and join her in the shower.
Her offer of shower now and food later had stayed on his mind. He had forgotten his daughter was in the house. Had she not walked in when she had, their flirtations may have advanced to something more in the kitchen. He barked a laugh at the thought. He knew Nova desperately wanted him to settle down, but he doubted she wanted to catch her old man in a very compromising situation.
He signaled for Honor to follow him into the house. Once inside, he kicked his flip-flops off, leaving them by the door. He led her through to the family room where her crate was positioned in the corner. He opened the door and motioned for her to enter. The dog backed away with a whine. Her eyes did that funny thing that usually caused Rhys to cave.
“It’s not working today, girl,” he said. He motioned again for her to get in the crate. The dog’s ears fell back against her head. Rhys chuckled and shook his head. He wasn’t going to fall for it. She was laying it on heavy. “Now.”
She lowered her head and slowly ambled into the crate as if he had sentenced her to five to ten years in prison. He shut the door and ignored her whining and sad face. He stalked out of the room and headed upstairs to his master suite. By his calculations, Jordan should just be getting in the shower.
Rhys let himself in the bedroom, the tinkle of the shower running in the connected bathroom. He snagged the edge of his shirt and pulled it over his head. He tossed it on the chair in the corner along with his shorts and underwear.
Images of a naked Jordan waiting for him with warm water running along her toned body had him stalking toward the door. He slowed down once he made it to the door. He gently pushed it open, not wanting to startle her. There was no telling with his tough little SWAT officer. She might have a loaded weapon in the shower with her.
He grinned at the thought.
His woman would do something like that.
The steam that filled the room clouded his vision. His gaze landed on the figure behind the glass shield with a dark-pink cap on her head. His warrior was all woman. She may be a hard-nosed police officer, but when she was not in her uniform, she was a downright soft and supple woman. Rhys made his way to her, unable to remain apart from her. Jordan’s back was turned away from him as she allowed the water to run down her back. He greedily took in her brown skin, her curvy hips, and ample ass. His breath caught in his throat, and he took in Jordan’s perfection.
“I was wondering how long it would take you to come in here,” her husky voice broke through the sound of running water. She turned and glanced at him over her shoulder, a sexy smirk on her lips.
“I figured I’d let you get the water warmed up,” he replied. He stepped inside the shower and grimaced at the scalding water greeting his back.
Jordan smiled at his expression. He never understood how this woman could tolerate such temperatures. He reached behind him and adjusted the temperature to where it wouldn’t boil him alive.
“Can’t take the heat?” She arched an eyebrow while resting her hands on her waist.
Rhys’s gaze skated over her body, stopping at her breasts, zoning in on her dark-brown pebbled nipples, moving farther down to the apex of her thighs. The woman’s body certainly had his attention. He had spent many nights getting to know every inch of Jordan. He was proud to admit he knew where every mole was and every scar.
And he’d kissed every single one of them.
“Don’t you worry about that, little lady,” he murmured.
He closed the gap between them and brought her flush to him. Jordan didn’t resist him. She leaned into him, her smile spreading wide. His stiffened cock rested between them. A gasp escaped her lips. She glanced down at his hardened member. He tipped her chin upward to force her gaze to meet his.
“And my eyes are up here.”
“But your dick is right here.” Her small hand wrapped around his shaft.
Rhys grunted at the feeling of her hand sliding along him. Those small hands of hers traveled down the base of his shaft, giving him a firm squeeze. Rhys groaned, unable to resist it any longer. His cock swelled ever more as she teased him.
Jordan smirked at his reaction. “And from the look of your face, you don’t really want me to let you go.”
He barked a laugh and brushed her hand away. She protested for a slight moment, but it was cut short; he took her lips in a hard kiss. It had been entirely too long since he’d felt her warm, naked body against his, and he wasn’t going to pass up on the opportunity. The food could wait until later. She’d obviously had a rough shift. If his woman wanted him in order to blow off steam, then he would happily oblige.
Jordan melted against Rhys. He walked forward until she was pressed to the wall. The water was no longer an issue. He ignored it, loving the feel of Jordan’s hands roving over his chest. Her fingers found their way to the base of his neck and dove into his hair. Rhys tilted his head to the side to deepen the kiss. Jordan’s tongue was never shy and boldly met his. That was one thing he loved about her.
She was never shy about going after what she wanted.
Rhys released a grunt at the feeling of Jordan’s breasts crushed between them. Her firm mounds were a distraction. He loved licking and suckling on them. He broke the kiss and trailed his lips across the side of her face and down to the crook of her neck. She smelled of coco butter and a slight hint of honey from her shower gel. She always left a bottle at his house, and he had to admit he’d even used it a few times.
Their bodies grew slippery from the water. Jordan’s soft skin was addictive. Rhys nipped at her neck, eliciting a moan from her. She arched her back, bringing her breasts up. His hands were unable to resist the offer. He captured one of her mounds in his hand and gave it a squeeze.
“I missed you,” Jordan murmured.
He lifted his head and leaned his forehead on hers. This was the side of her he loved most. Not that many people got to see this side of her. She always presented as the hardened cop, but when they were alone and home, this was who he got to experience.
“I missed you, too.” He chuckled. He teased her nipple, rolling the bud between his fingers.
She gasped and leaned her head back on the tiled wall. Her brown eyes darkened as she held his gaze.
“Then show me how much.”
Rhys knew what Jordan wanted. The heat in her gaze alluded to the fact that she didn’t want soft, sensual lovemaking, but there was something else in the depths of those brown pools.
Something haunted his woman, and he needed to know what it was so he could go after whoever put it there.
He pinched the hard bud, drawing a gasp from Jordan. For now, he would be the distraction she needed.
“Whatever my lady wants,” he murmured.
He slammed his mouth onto hers, overtaking her. Rhys reached up and gripped her chin with his hand holding her in place. There was never a power struggle between the two of them. When it came to certain situations, Rhys knew when to allow Jordan to shine.
But in moments like this, he had to be the man she desperately needed.
And right now, Rhys had no qualms about stepping up to the plate.
Jordan immediately submitted to him, a soft sigh escaping her. His tongue swept inside her mouth, dominating the kiss. Jordan’s hands slid up his torso and came to rest on his chest. He bent down and hefted her up by the backs of her knees. Jordan didn’t hesitate in wrapping her supple legs around his waist. Rhys grunted at the feeling of her core brushing his cock.
Their kiss grew frantic with need.
Rhys reached between them and positioned the blunt tip of his cock to Jordan’s opening. There hadn’t been any doubt in his mind that she wouldn’t be ready for him. She was always slick and hot.
He surged forward, sinking inside her.
He moaned, greeted with the feeling of her wet walls. Jordan slipped her hands up to his face. Rhys broke the kiss and opened his eyes, finding Jordan watching him. He withdrew then thrust forward.
He was met with Jordan’s cry of ecstasy. Rhys couldn’t tear his eyes away from hers. He moved again, thrusting deeper inside her. He tightened his grip on her thighs, increasing his pace.
“Rhys.”
The sound of his name slipping off her tongue fueled him even more. Jordan wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing his face into the crook of hers. Rhys trailed open-mouthed kisses up the column of her throat. He dragged his lips against her shoulder, nipping her gently.
“Harder,” Jordan moaned.
Rhys lifted her higher, easing her down on his cock. Jordan gasped, her arms stiffening. He sank his teeth into her shoulder, not enough to draw blood but enough to where her muscles contracted around his dick.
“Fuck, baby,” Rhys murmured. He didn’t know where the energy came from when he was with her. It was like he was a whole new man. He would think at his age, he wouldn’t be able to meet the sexual needs of a much younger woman, but he was finding that it was because of Jordan.
She did something to him.
Gave him a new meaning in life.
Gave him the feeling as if he could do it all.
He could be free with her.
Jordan’s fingers moved up and entwined themselves within the thick strands of his hair. She gripped them hard, pulling on them as she rode him. He welcomed the sting of pain that radiated from his scalp. Jordan rotated her hips, drawing him impossibly deeper inside her.
Rhys adjusted his hold on her, and with each thrust of his hips, his cock grazed her clit.
“Rhys,” Jordan chanted his name.
Fuck.
He wasn’t going to last too much longer. An electric current shot through him. Jordan’s channel pulsated around him. It was snug, wet, and felt so damn good wrapped around his cock. Rhys watched Jordan’s eyes flutter closed; her fingers didn’t lessen their grip on his hair. He leaned forward, running his tongue along the skin of her shoulder and neck. The marks from his previous bites were visible. The sight of his mark on her had something inside his chest blossoming. This was his woman, and he wanted the whole fucking world to know it.
And since he couldn’t claim her in public, he’d put his own marks on her to claim her as his in private.
It may be his ancestral Neanderthal in him, but he didn’t care. Jordan was his. He nipped her again, and she stiffened.
“Please don’t stop.” She groaned.
Rhys growled and released one of her thighs where his hand could dive between them. He paused his movements against her protest, holding her to the wall. His hand found her swollen nub. Her little gem. He rubbed it slowly, withdrawing his cock until only the head was nestled inside her. Her breaths grew faster, her chest rising and falling fast. He increased the pace of his hips, keeping her in place. If she so much as tightened her pussy, he was going to explode.
“Give in, baby. Let me see you come,” he growled. He kept his focus on her. His cock slipped so easily into her that he almost faltered and dropped her, but he held on.
“Rhys,” she gasped.
Her head writhed on the tile wall. The warm water continued to flow over them, adding to the slipperiness of their skin. He leaned into her, her muscles growing taut. He continued to strum her button of nerves, slamming his cock into her. She curled her fingers into fists, almost snatching his hair from his head as she tumbled over into her release. She screamed, riding the waves of her orgasm. Rhys was no longer able to hold back. Her pussy gripped him and milked everything from him.
He breathlessly continued thrusting his hips until he could no longer move. He slipped his hand from between them to grab her other leg. His legs threatened to buckle. He straightened to his full height, bracing her still against the wall.
They remained frozen in place, neither of them moving. Rhys basked in the feeling of Jordan’s soft, supple body. She released his hair and glided her hands down over his shoulders and up to his cheeks. He opened his eyes and met her soft brown ones. Whatever had been hiding back in the depths of her eyes was gone.
She leaned in and pressed her lips to his. This kiss was soft and gentle. Her tongue eased inside his mouth and coaxed his to duel. She teased him before slowly withdrawing. They stared at each other without saying a word.
It was without a doubt that Rhys knew he loved her.
It had been less than a year since they had officially started dating and spending time together, but he knew it deep down inside that this was the woman for him. He wanted a future with her.
Slowly, he withdrew his semi-erect cock from her warm sheath. He inhaled sharply once he was out of her. Being inside her was like Heaven, and he never wanted to leave.
He brought her legs down to where she was standing in front of him. Their bodies were still molded against each other. They fit as perfect as a puzzle.
He wanted to tell her how he felt, but now wouldn’t be the right time. He wanted it to be special. He wanted to be able to share with her how much he wanted a future with her. Have her here with him always.
Maybe even a few kids.
He swallowed hard. He hadn’t really thought much about having more children since Nova was grown. He’d never thought that he would find someone he would want to procreate with again. He’d done it once and had thought that would be it.
But now he stood staring down into the eyes of the woman he loved and he would kill to be able to see her swollen with his child.
Without saying a word, Rhys reached for Jordan’s shower gel and her loofah. He spread a dollop of the creamy concoction on the loofah and began to wash her.
Jordan was here with him, and he’d take care of her.
She was his, and there wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do for her.
“You know I can wash myself,” she said, breaking their silence.
She lifted her arm as he ran the soapy loofah along her skin. There was plenty that Jordan could do. She was a prime example of what a strong woman was, but for now, he just wanted her to feel safe and secure with him.
Nothing would ever harm her or create those shadows in her eyes again. He remained silent for another moment. He felt her watching him, but he was intent on what he was doing.
“I know you can, but I want to do it.”