Chapter Twelve #3
They were in their own world here, where no problems existed. Nothing that had happened before now meant anything.
Mars unfastened the snap of her jeans with a tiny snick, then slowly pulled the zipper down. He leaned in and kissed her as he pushed the denim down to her thighs…down, down, taking her panties with it.
She kicked the fabric off her ankles and stood there bare before him.
She was supposed to be insecure, right? She was supposed to feel exposed and hope he liked the way she looked unclothed?
It didn’t happen though. She bathed in the hunger of his gaze as it slid up and down her curves.
She could see his appetite for her etched into every facet of his face.
He brushed his fingertips down the curve of her waist, and back up to her breasts.
He turned her in his arms and faced her toward the mirror.
He wrapped his arms around her and cupped her breasts, kissed the side of her neck so thoroughly, she had to tilt her head to the side to make more room for his affection.
He slid one hand down to her sex and cupped her there. Ren arched her back against him, and gasped as he rubbed her slick folds with his fingers. God, she wanted him.
He nipped her neck and then eased away from her and offered his hand.
She took it and allowed him to guide her over the lip of the bathtub.
He closed the shower curtain behind them and adjusted the too-cool temperature to warm up the water more.
It adjusted in seconds, and he guided her under the stream of hot water.
She thought he would ravage her in there, but he didn’t.
He remained unrushed as he massaged her curls back away from her face and soaked them under the water.
He poured shampoo in the palm of his hand from the pumps attached to the wall of the shower.
He massaged it into her hair, and he was slow and methodical about it, avoiding it getting into her eyes.
He kept her head tilted back just right and rinsed it with care.
He didn’t use a washrag with the fragrant mint and sweet pea body wash. He used his hands. He used them well.
And when he was done, and she was utterly drunk on his touch, he turned his back and allowed her to care for him the same.
She loved this. She loved his body. She memorized every inch of it, every birthmark, every freckle, every scar.
She was a scarless Cat, but Mars wasn’t. He’d been in fights. Brutal fights.
She loved every mark on his body because they were proof of survival.
Rinsed, he turned and kissed her, his tongue dipping directly past her lips. She inhaled deeply and slipped her arms around his shoulders as he squared his body up to hers.
With both hands, she gripped him. The head of his cock was pressed against her belly, and God, she loved this. Loved the comfort and openness between them.
Loved his response to her.
He was so hard, so ready and excitement trickled up her spine at the thought of him buried inside of her. His breath shuddered as she ran her hands down his torso. Their hands were everywhere now, exploring each other, feeling the curves of each other’s bodies.
His touch was growing more desperate, and firmer. He gripped her hips and rolled himself against her. A soft groan sounded in his throat, and she was ready.
“I want it,” she whispered against his lips.
He hesitated for one second, and then picked her up, and shoved the shower curtain open as she wrapped her legs around him. His thick cock was pressed right against her wet sex, and the wanting consumed her. “I need it.”
He didn’t let an inch separate their skin.
He went straight to the bed with her and as her body hit the mattress, he slid into her so deeply, and so smoothly, she gasped.
He laid there buried inside of her for a three count before he eased back slowly, then rammed into her again.
His pace was torturously slow. She loved the way he played her body like his instrument.
His muscular back flexed under her hands as he pushed into her and eased back. Pushed in. Eased back.
“I’m…” she gasped out as the pressure became deliciously unbearable. “Mars!”
“Good,” he rumbled against her ear as he pushed into her faster.
He dragged an orgasm out of her fast. Too fast? He’d built it up too well and now she’d come so quickly. She parted her lips to apologize, but he whispered, “One,” and kissed her into silence.
Her release crashed through her, ricocheting through her insides. Her entire system was buzzing as he slowed his pace and drew every pulse of pleasure from her. And when she was through, he began pushing into her deeper again.
“Oh my gosh,” she whispered as the pressure picked up again. “It feels good again.”
He smiled against her lips and smoothed out his pace, drove deeper inside of her. He moved faster now. Faster. Deeper.
Ren wrapped her legs around him and allowed him even more space inside of her with the adjusted angle.
“Fuuuck,” he gritted out, and she loved this. She loved that he was losing control. She could tell he was. His entire body was tensing with every thrust now.
“Please,” she begged.
“Fuck, Ren,” he gritted out, body slamming into hers.
He bucked into her harder…harder…faster…and…and…
“Mars!” she yelled as another orgasm consumed her body.
He hesitated, and she could feel it. His cock pulsed streams of cum into her, filling her as her own release pulsed on with more intensity.
She clawed at his back as he gritted out a groan and emptied himself completely into her.
Mars slowed his pace as their releases faded. He dragged every molecule of pleasure from them both before he rolled over, pulling her with him, and held her so close, she could feel his pounding heartbeat against her breasts.
They laid like that, gently stroking each other’s skin. There were no words for a long time, and then Mars eased back slightly so he could look her in the eyes. “I meant what I said.”
“Which part.”
“I’ll protect you from everything.” There was an oath in his voice.
A smile confiscated her lips, and she rested her forehead against his strong chest. “I know.”
And she did. Ren had never had this much confidence in anyone. She just knew he was good. Knew he meant well and had solid intentions. She’d seen the way he’d wanted to stay locked up just to make sure she was safe.
What they had just shared had changed things.
There would be no more questioning if she was his Rabbit.
Misty had been right.
Ren was his to protect instead.