After shoving off his boxer briefs, he ripped open the packet and rolled the condom down his length. Stepping between her legs, he looked into her eyes, his voice low. “I’m going to fuck you hard,” he promised, inching into her, never breaking eye contact.
Skylar’s legs wrapped around his waist, her body moving in rhythm with his. He couldn’t hold back much longer, her heat and tightness enveloping him, driving him to the brink. He gripped her hips in his hands, as he pounded into her. As his orgasm approached, Skylar cried out again, her body clenchingaround him. With a final, deep thrust, he followed her over the edge, a low groan escaping his lips as he came.
“We can’t do this again,” he said between ragged breaths, his chest still rising and falling rapidly.
Skylar raised her head, her damp hair clinging to her flushed cheeks as she frowned. “What? Why?”
“Because every time it gets better and eventually it’ll just kill us both.”
She laughed. “If we’re doing that at the time, I’m fine with that.”
Rawley grinned. “Me too.” He glanced at the glass-enclosed shower, steam already fogging the door. “I hope we still have hot water.” He chuckled when she laughed.
“I need cooled down anyway.” She cupped his stubbled cheeks in her soft hands. “You’re an amazing man, Agent Rawley Bowman.”
He smiled. “I try. Let’s see if we can get a quick shower then we’ll order something to eat, catch a movie.”
When she nodded, her eyes sparkling, he lifted her off the marble counter, and they entered the stall. The water cascaded over their bodies until it began to cool from lukewarm to chilly, forcing them to get out and dry off with the plush towels.
“My suitcase is downstairs,” she said, wrapping the towel tighter around her.
“I’ll give you a pair of my sweatpants and a T-shirt.” He walked from the bathroom and padded across the hardwood floor to his dresser. “We’ll bring your bag when we come back up later.”
“Alright.”
Rawley opened a drawer, pulled out a pair of gray sweatpants, then another to get a navy-blue T-shirt. He handed them to her, then got the same out for himself, the fabric soft from numerous washings. He pulled on a pair of thick white socks.
“My socks would be too big for you,” he said, eyeing her feet.
Skylar laughed. “Everything you have is too big for me.”
“Not everything.” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, making her laugh, a blush spreading across her already pink cheeks.
“What have I gotten myself into?”
Rawley chuckled as he dressed, then looked at her.
“I’ll meet you in the living room.”
“Okay.”
He leaned down, kissed the top of her head, walked from the room, down the front stairs, then sat on the sofa and pulled the drawer open to remove the restaurant take-out menus. They didn’t have a lot of choices, but they all had good food.
He glanced up when she entered the room and grinned.
“I had to roll the legs up, but I love this T-shirt. It’s so soft and it smells like you.”
“That’s laundry detergent,” he said with a grin.
“Don’t ruin it for me.” She sat down beside him. “What are we getting? I’m hungry.”
“Me too. I missed lunch today.”
“Why?”
“I was busy, sweetheart.”
“Doing what? Can you tell me?” she asked as she picked up a menu.
