“Yes, but I didn’t tell me to behave,” she replied with a laugh.
“Sweetheart, you can misbehave with me anytime.” He leaned down, his warm lips capturing hers in a kiss that started gentle but quickly turned hungry and demanding, making her groan against his mouth. Steam swirled around them as she reluctantly pulled back, watching his eyebrow arch in question.
“I don’t want you to get hurt.” Her fingers hovered over the yellowish bruises across his ribs and chest.
“I’m fine Skylar, just a little sore. I want you too much to care.” His finger traced down her flushed cheek, leaving a trail of heat. “I need you.”
“I need you too. I just don’t want you to be in pain. I hated seeing you like that. When Killian called me and told me you’d been shot, I almost passed out.”
“I always wear my Kevlar vest.” His eyes held hers, serious now. “It’s saved my life several times. It’s part of my job, Skylar. You have to get used to it.”
“I am. I promise.” Droplets clung to her eyelashes as she blinked. “I am so thankful that Warren flew me to Kalispell to get my SUV.”
“They’re a great bunch. Not sure I like the idea of you and Warren alone.” His jaw tightened.
“He is very good-looking, but you have nothing to worry about. Payton went too. She’s great.”
“Yes, she is.” He picked up her lavender-scented soap, rubbed it between his palms until it foamed, then ran his slick hands over the curves of her body, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
Her gaze dropped downward, then met his with a raised eyebrow when she saw his obvious arousal beneath the cascading water.
“What? I’m horny.” His lips quirked into a half-smile. “It’s been too long.”
“You’re tired and hungry too.” She grinned, her dimples appearing.
His lips brushed her ear, the words barely audible above the hiss of steam. "No matter how tired I am, I’ll always be hungry for you," he murmured, and she felt goosebumps rise despite the heat surrounding them.
“You just won’t listen, will you?” Her fingers traced the hard planes of his abdomen.
“I’m listening,” he said in a low voice. “I can hear your heart beating, your breath getting heavier, and your nipples are hard against my chest. If I don’t have you soon, I’m going to go insane.”
“Yes, please.” She slid open the glass door, reached for a fluffy white towel, dried her glistening skin, and watched as he did the same, his movements slow and deliberate. He wrapped the towel low around his narrow waist and walked to the sink.
He stared into the mirror, running his hand over his stubbled jaw, the rasp audible in the steamy bathroom. “I should shave first.”
“First?” She raised her eyebrows, a smile playing at the corners of her mouth.
His eyes met hers in the foggy mirror, dark with desire, then he patted the marble counter. “Come here.”
“You shouldn’t lift me.” She looked at his bruised ribs.
“Yeah, you’re right.” He sighed, frustration evident.
“I can do this,” she said as she walked to the counter, her towel clinging to her damp curves. She turned her back to the cool marble, put her hands on the edge, then lifted herself up and looked at him.
“Come here,” she said, echoing his earlier command as she crooked her finger at him, her eyes never leaving his. She smiled when the white cotton towel twitched against his growing arousal, then a soft moan escaped her parted lips when he let it drop to the tiled floor, revealing his thick, hard cock that made her mouth water with anticipation. “Please,” she whispered.
Rawley stepped between her bare thighs, his hands gently peeled open the damp towel wrapped around her flushed body. He reached between them, his finger finding her slit, and slid it along her sensitive flesh, drawing a trembling moan from deep in her throat. He didn’t stop the steady rhythm of his touch until she arched against him, crying out as waves of pleasure crashed through her quivering body. He stepped closer, the heat of him scorching her skin as he slowly inched his throbbing length into her, their simultaneous groans filling the steam-laden bathroom.
When he began sliding in and out of her with deliberate strokes, she wrapped her legs around his waist, her heels digging into the small of his back, pulling him deeper. As he picked up the pace, the edge of the marble counter cool against her heated skin, she matched his rhythm perfectly, then reached down to cup his balls in her palm. A low, guttural groan tore from his throat. He slammed into her harder, faster, until she came again, her inner muscles clenching around him as he followed her over the edge, groaning against her swollen lips.
Rawley placed his damp forehead against hers, their ragged breaths mingling. “I knew we could do it and I wouldn’t get hurt,” he murmured.
Skylar cupped his whiskered cheek in her hand, feeling the rough stubble against her palm. “I love you so much,” she whispered, her heart full.
He grinned, the corners of his eyes crinkling. “I love you too.”
She hopped down from the counter on shaky legs, looked at him and shook her head. “Now I need another shower.”
