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She let her hands roam across the broad planes of muscle on his back. Slick from the water, warm and solid, his powerful frame sent shivers through her. Down further, she found the curve of his rear, imagined those muscles flexing as he drove into her. Oh God.
Her leg was still around his, keeping them close, skin against skin, flesh against…oh yeah. Something hot and hard grew between them, and that could only be one thing. She pressed her hips forward to feel more of that hardening rod. He helped by cupped his other hand against her ass and clamping her tightly against him.
She gasped as she felt the full contact of his penis along her slit. Thick and still swelling, it probed between her legs. Not looking for entrance, not yet, just gliding along the nerve endings that pulsed and screamed for contact. The faster and harder he went, the more prickles of hot sensation burst into being, demanding more, more, more.
Would this be “wet humping,” if what they’d done before was dry-humping? She rode his cock while the water streamed over them both. Before long they were both groaning. Molly felt heavy with lust, overcome with it. She wanted him everywhere, anywhere, anyhow. But now. Now now now.
She reached down and took hold of his penis. He hissed through his teeth.
“I want you inside me,” she murmured into his neck.
He pumped his hips against her. She arched against his chest, and he bent his head to her wet nipples. Each tug of his mouth pulled more sensation through her body.
“I don’t suppose you stashed a condom in a body cavity,” she murmured.
“No. But I did put one in my pocket. Hang on. Stay right there. Don’t go anywhere.” He gently released her, making sure she didn’t lose her balance in the process.
She knew there was some kind of joke she could make about “where would she go, into the showerhead? Down the drain?” But her head was fuzzy with desire and she felt as if she was floating in another realm, where all she had to do was surrender to pleasure. She didn’t have to be funny, she didn’t have to be smart, or on guard, or on top of things, or worried about anything under the sun…all she had to do was enjoy.
In a moment, he was back, a condom already encasing his erection. The jut of it between her legs sent another shot of heat through her. She gripped her hand snugly around him. “There you are,” she murmured. “I missed you.”
“Oh, we missed you too. We had to have a little chat out there. We had to get on the same page before we both lost our cool a little too early. And that’s…” He made a guttural sound, “that’s not helping.”
He came back next to her and ran his hands all over her, down her back, up her sides, over her breasts, along her belly, between her legs. She opened her legs for him so he could glide his palm across her slippery heat. He quickly located her clit and pleasured it with his fingers, finding the friction and movements that made her react.
She came, she couldn’t help it, the orgasm slipping its leash and taking control. He rode the waves along with her. She got the sense that it would take an earthquake to get his hand off her sex before she’d enjoyed every moment of climax.
“Come in now,” she told him as the spasms eased. She knew her body, knew that right now, still in the throes, being filled with his hard arousal would make it even better. Bring her to a new height.
“You don’t want a moment?”
“No. Now.”
“Yes ma’am.” He gripped her hips in place so he would ease himself inside, one thick inch at a time. Filling her, consuming her, obliterating every thought other than hot satisfying ones.
He flexed his hips and found a pace that made her eyes cross with bliss. She met him thrust for thrust, glorying in the fullness inside her, the pressure, the completeness, the…
He arched into a rigid bow and let out a harsh groan that said everything in one primal sound—God that feels good, we’re so good together, I want this again and again, I want it for you too, come with me, come now…And she did. Another slow flood of pleasure shuddered through her, along with a wave of something else.
Happiness. Sheer undiluted happiness.
Not something she often felt after sex. Her mind liked to play tricks with her, popping up with thoughts about work, or how long she should linger before she went home, or how she could tactfully ask the man to go home, or questions about why she’d gone for that particular man in the first place, and what did they really have in common…
None of that happened in this random hotel room shower with Sam Coburn. She just felt…happy. Light. Buoyant. Like the world was spread before her in a sunny panorama of delicious possibility.
So unlike her.
He held her against him as the shower obligingly rinsed off their sex sweat. After a few moments, he withdrew his penis and peeled off the condom. The water flowed across his body, making his musculature even more pronounced. Funny how the flow of water made everything more beautiful, even a man’s…
She froze. Her mind snagged on something.
“What’s the matter?” Sam asked sharply. “Is something wrong?”
“Why does Soraya need birth control if her husband lives in Blackbear?”
He snorted. “Good point. Do you think she’s cheating with another Chilkoot?”
“Does the prophecy allow for cheating?” Then, more seriously, “Did anyone check out the pharmacy?”
