It didn’tmatterthat she was a grown woman in her thirties. All Matt saw was the little girl she used to be. Me on the other hand, I’d seen the woman she’d turned into years ago. And I’d had a hard time looking away ever since.
The timer on the hot tub went off, the bubbles disappearing as the heater clicked off. I’d only set it for an hour, and now I wished I’d put it on the maximum setting.
“Are you okay?” I asked her hesitantly, afraid that she might have some buyer’s remorse over me.
She tightened her grip, hugging me harder, then whispered, “Yeah,” into my neck.
I was still inside her, soft now, and it felt even more intimate to hold her like this than it had felt to make love to her.
We stayed like that for a long time, tangled together in the hot water as snow dusted our hair and shoulders.
But the cold eventually seeped in as the water cooled. A shiver racked her body.
I stirred, my hands running up her back. “You’re cold,” I murmured into her hair.
“A little.”
“Stay with me tonight.” That was a big request. I’d never had a woman spend the night before in my life. I was a fuck-and-go kind of guy. But with Rissy, I never wanted her to leave again.
I waited for her to answer, my heart pounding in my chest.
“Is that what you want?” she finally asked.
I chuckled. “What I really want is to get you all warmed up inside my house. Then I want to make love to you ten more times. Can I keep you prisoner for a while?”
Marissa laughed at that. “Yeah, Sawyer. I’m your captive maiden. Do with me what you will.”
That sounded like an invitation to me.
In one fluid motion, I stood, water streaming from my body. Then I lifted her, cradling her against my chest.
She instinctively looped her arms around my neck.
I stepped out of the tub onto the frosted deck, the winter air biting at our wet skin.
Then she buried her face against the solid warmth of my shoulder, seeming to inhale the scent of me as I carried her across the deck, pulled the back door open, and brought her into the warmth of my house.
Josie followed us in, and I pressed the door shut with my back. Once inside, I didn’t pause to give Marissa a tour. I carried her straight to my bedroom.
Then I laid her down in the center of the bed, the quilts soft and warm beneath her back.
I stood beside the bed, transfixed as I looked down at her. In the dim light, she was a masterpiece of soft curves. I almost felt intoxicated just from looking at her.
Then I couldn’t hold back the truth any longer. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Rissy,” I said, my voice low and rough like gravel. “I’ve thought about this. More times than I can count. I’ve wanted you for averylong time, girl.”
“Me too,” she whispered back.
And that was all it took. I crawled into bed with her and pulled the covers up, my arms drifting around her waist to hold her tight.
That’s how I ended up with a curvy goddess in my bed, so perfect she almost hurt my soul.
I crawled on top of her and found her mouth as my cock nuzzled against her warmth. What had happened in the hot tub had been out of control. This time I wanted to show her exactly how I felt about her.
But two seconds in and I was already crazy again, my cock hammering her sweet, sweet pussy as I took complete possession of her… mind, body, and soul.
Marissa belonged to me. And after tonight I’dneverlet her go.
Chapter 7
