Bodie dipped his shoulder, rolled them across the bed until her legs straddled his, the new position allowing him to hit that spot. He ran his hands up her body, teasing every sensitive area until he palmed her face. “Your turn.”
And just like that, she fell a bit harder. Gave him more of her heart. She braced her weight on his shoulders, nodding toward his leg. “Your thigh.”
“Trust me, it’s fine.”
“You might not feel that way in the morning.”
“If you’re still in my arms, I’ll care even less about my damn leg. Now, are you going to move, or am I plastering your chest against the wall so I can watch your ass cushion every thrust?”
Her breath caught before she lowered over him, her hair surrounding them. She’d definitely fallen for him — more than she wanted to admit. “You’re the one who said you wanted this to last all night, so… relax, tiger. I’ll get us there.”
He grunted, fisted his hands against her thighs, then blew out a deep breath. Low. Raspy. She circled her hips, smiling at how his jaw clenched, eyelids fluttering as she slowly rose along his length, paused at the top, then eased back down.
Another guttural moan, as if she’d hurt him — though, based on how his chest heaved, every muscle strung tight, she doubted it was physical.
Rowan rose again, stopped before he could slip free then lowered. A bit faster. Harder. The deep penetration tipping her head back. Challenging the modicum of control she’d clawed back.
She must have pushed him to the edge of his because he levered up, trapped her between his chest and his thighs. She leaned in, wrapped her arms around his back, a breathy, “Yes,” bursting free when he shifted, started pumping from below.
Bodie tangled his hand in her hair, held her still as he ravaged her mouth. “You’re just so fucking beautiful.”
She held on, tilted her hips, shouting his name when he hit that spot, again. Tipped her over. Everything washed into heat and desire and something deeper. Truer. Bodie kept moving, pushing her through a couple more peaks before he stiffened, emptied in a series of jerking thrusts. His mouth locked around her shoulder, every inch touching.
Rain started and stopped against the skylight before everything settled enough she opened her eyes.
Bodie stared back at her, resting his forehead on hers as he drew lazy circles along her back. He smiled, seemingly breathing her in. “Now, that was memorable.”
She grinned. “I believe the word you’re looking for is epic.” She brushed her lips over his. “Though, if you want to try and top it later…”
He laughed, somehow dipped his shoulder, and switched their positions, again, his weight pushing her into the mattress. He went to roll when she grabbed his shoulder, held firm.
“Not yet.” She tugged him closer. “I need more time.”
“You’ve got all night if you need it, though, you might want to be able to breathe at some point.”
“I can breathe just fine.”
Nodding, he stayed poised like that for a good ten minutes before she sighed and bit back a huff of disappointment when he finally eased free.
“Hold that thought for a moment.” He swung his legs off the bed, cursed. “Right, so is now a good time to tell you the condom broke or…”
She looked over at him, laughed. “Seriously?” Though, if she was being honest, between the mind-blowing orgasms and him igniting a part of her that had been waiting for the right moment to come alive, she hadn’t even realized he’d slipped one on. Hadn’t really cared, which seemed even crazier.
His head dipped forward. “I promise, I’m good. Haven’t had sex in…” He snorted. “Let’s just say I could have applied to the priesthood.”
“If that’s how you are when you consider yourself rusty…” She wasn’t sure she’d survive once he’d had more practice. “And I can top your priesthood with born again virgin status, so…” She scooted over, wrapped her arms around him. “I have one of those implants. We should be fine — if you were worried about a pregnancy.”
He twisted, kissed her. “Not even a little. Shower? So, you can actually sleep after?”
“Oh, I’ll sleep, but I also won’t pass up any opportunity to run soap all over your body.” She went to her knees, nipped at his ear. “Who knows, maybe one of us will drop it.”
He pushed out a measured breath, stood, then gathered her in his arms, carrying her into the ensuite. He placed her on her feet just long enough to turn on the taps and grab some supplies before ushering her under the showerhead — pulling her tight to his chest. Warm water sluiced over her skin, and she relaxed against him, content to let him bridge some of her weight.
Stream billowed through the air, fogging the glass as he palmed the soap — ran it across her hip.
She groaned, bit her bottom lip when her stomach flip-flopped. “Are you trying to make me melt into a puddle of lust?”
He grinned. “Is it working?”
