“Room 6, out the front doors, down to the right. Gave you a room with a view. You’re welcome.”
I nearly laughed, but instead, thanked him, grabbing on to Augusta and heading back out the way we’d come. Turning a sharp right, I headed down the concrete sidewalk until we reached the last room at the end.
“Guess he meant a view of the cornfield.” Augusta Belle dumped her backpack on the surprisingly clean king bed and kicked off her shoes.
She looked gorgeous, and while my stomach was rumbling for food, something was telling me a taste of her would satisfy me even more.
“The bathtub is huge!” she called from the corner bathroom. I heard the water then, steam filling the room moments later. I leaned against the doorframe, watching her for a moment as she tested the water with her hand before shedding the T-shirt over her head.
I stifled a groan before going to her, lips kissing along the soft shell of her ear, down the line of her neck, over the bare skin of her shoulders before slipping a finger under the strap of her black bra. “May I?”
She nodded, eyes falling closed as a soft little puff of air fell from her lips.
I pushed the bra straps off her shoulders, seeing a spray of goose bumps in my wake as her breathing kicked up.
“You’re the most gorgeous—” I murmured, unhooking the snaps of her bra “—stubborn—” the straps fell, only her hands cupping her breasts “—intoxicating woman I’ve ever met.”
I worked my hands around the front of her waist, unhooking the button and pulling down the zipper of her jeans, pushing them into a heap on the floor. She stepped out of them, and I trailed my nose back up the silk of her inner calf. I brushed my fingernails at the underside of her knee as I glided my lips up the outer curve of her succulent thighs, the hum of her arousal growing with each pass of my lips. I sucked in a breath, nose filled with the heady scent of her body, aching for the thing that’d been missing between us, that pulsing undercurrent we couldn’t seem to escape.
“Are you sure you’re ready for this, Augusta Belle?” I skated my fingers across the waistband of her panties.
She nodded fiercely, fingertips digging into my shoulder blades. “Please?”
I hugged her waist, nipping at the elastic with my teeth and snapping it against her sweet flesh, the soft jerk of her hips against my face enough to do me in alone. “Christ, I can smell how turned on you are.”
My mouth watered, palms moving passed the vee at her thighs and over the soft flesh of her belly, tongue dancing around the concave indentation of her navel before continuing up.
With her wrists in both of my hands, I worked them over with soft nips and kisses before darting my tongue out to trace the outline of her peaked nipple.
She sucked in a violent breath, moan breathing past her lips before one of her hands was in my hair and she was inching closer.
“More.”
I groaned, arousal dampening the front of my jeans as my cock bit into the hard metal of my zipper, alive and ready to be home for the first time in years.
“Augusta Belle…” My control wore thin, her whiskey-hued irises trained on mine. “Never thought we’d find ourselves here again.” I pushed one palm up the curve of her delicate neck and into the wild mass of waves. “Never thought I’d find home again.” I moved up her body, pressing her lips to mine in a kiss that conveyed so much more than I could put into words. “But home ain’t a place,” I whispered against her ear, “it’s inside you.
“I’ll keep asking you to marry me until I get the answer I want, Augusta Belle.” My other palm worked at her breast, sliding rough thumbs against her nipples and then caressing away the pain. “But I hope you’re prepared for a helluva lotta persuadin’ on my part.”
I pushed both her breasts together in my palms, coaxing the delicious flesh into my mouth and eliciting another groan, this one deeper, from somewhere primal, out of her mouth.
One of her palms pushed between us, working the buttonhole on my jeans before I grew impatient and slipped the button free and discarded them on the floor. The only thing separating us was thin undergarments. Hot, damp skin waiting to come together in a reunion of need before this thing between us imploded, causing greater destruction.
“You on any sorta birth control?” I braced myself for her answer, but I found the unexpected when she locked eyes with me and shook her head.
“Never had a reason to.”
“I figured you’d moved on…” I pushed a hand down into the waistband at the back of her panties, dusting at the round flesh of her behind.
“I wanted to.” Her fingertips worked across my pectorals, fingernails tracing ink I’d collected over my years on the road. Half the tattoos I had I’d be hard-pressed to remember the entirety of the night I’d gotten them, but maybe that was part of the experience.
“But I never could.” She pushed her lips against mine, my control spiraling until I pushed her panties and my boxers down and carried us both into the jetted tub that bubbled and boiled.
I sank down into the bubbles, and she cradled herself against my form, rocking in slow, sweet motion as I slid through the hot seam of her body. I pushed at the entrance before some sort of familiar puzzle piece locked into place, and suddenly I was sinking slowly inside her, our mouths connected as hands trailed up and down skin, gasps of breath the only thing separating us before we were sliding together and falling deeper.
My hands traced the curve of her spine, her hands in my hair as we kissed and rocked, my body rooting itself down deep in the only happiness I’d ever known.
With this woman, I could lose control.
