“Okay. Up with you now.” Sliding an arm beneath her back and the other under her knees, he picked her up and carried her into the bathroom. He couldn’t help the smile that split his face wide. He could get used to this.
“What are you smiling at?”
“I’ve got a naked woman in my arms, and we’re getting in the bath together. What’s not to smile at?” he asked as he stepped over the side of the tub. Lowering to his knees, he wiggled them around until he had her back against his chest, her ass cradled by his groin, and her legs stretched out between his. “Let’s see you keep the smile off your face now.”
She twisted her head and tipped it back, looking up at him, the smile on her lips matching his. “You’re right. What’s not to smile at.” With a dreamy sigh, she closed her eyes and dragged her fingers through the water now covering his legs. “I can’t remember the last time I took a bath. I forgot how relaxing they are. How much I like them.”
“You should take one every day.” He wanted her to indulge herself. She worked hard, and from what he knew, she’d worked harder before moving to Sunnyville. She deserved to enjoy some comforts.
“I could definitely get on board with that if my place had one of these,” she murmured.
“I’ll give you a key. You can use mine whenever you want. I don’t even have to be here.”
Her eyes opened, her sleepy gaze studying him intently. “Maybe I’ll take you up on that.”
He’d give her a key before he took her home. He’d even see about getting some bath salts or bubbles or something. Whatever he could find to tempt her more. But that was for later. For now...
He slid his palms up her ribs, his hands coming to a stop beneath her breasts but not touching. It didn’t take her long to show him what she wanted. Back arching, she gripped his wrists and moved his hands up to cup her.
“Hmm . . . that feels good,” she murmured.
He played his thumbs over her nipples, making them hard and pointy, their color deepening the more he stroked them. His dick throbbed. Bending, he nuzzled her ear. “I’m getting hungry again.”
“For pie?” she asked with a smile.
“Not unless you’re talking Mazey flavored pie.”
“It just so happens I’ve got that flavor.”
“Hmm . . .” He buzzed his lips along the slope of her neck. “Definitely getting hungry again.”
Taking a hand off her breast, he slid it down her stomach to her mound. He liked that she wasn’t bare. He liked it even more that she kept herself neatly trimmed. It meant his fingers encountered hot flesh easily. Meant he could get at the hard knot of her clit faster.
He swirled in light strokes, occasionally dipping lower to rim her opening. She was wet. Getting wetter. And it had nothing to do with the warm water surrounding them.
She rocked into his touch on her breasts, on her pussy, her body rolling in a languid wave that kept his tempo slow, sensual. An ebb and flow of soft caresses that slowly took them both back to heart-pounding pleasure. There wasn’t the frenzied rush of before, no frantic grab and chase, only a gentle meander to the top.
His cock throbbed between them, and if he pulled her higher against his chest, he’d be able to slip inside her without much effort. But he was enjoying this ride, the hump and grind of naked body on naked body, the hot slide of skin on skin.
As he pulled her tighter, increased the pressure of his hands, he felt the tremors of Mazey’s orgasm begin, and when she rolled her head on his shoulder and whimpered, writhed against him in ever-increasing speed, he knew they were pushing for pleasure, the burst of satisfaction they couldn’t seem to get enough of.
“Ry,” she moaned. “Please.”
Unable to resist her plea, he pressed harder, stroked faster. And when she convulsed in his arms, her release taking hold, Rylan bucked his hips, grinding his cock against the top of her ass, and followed her into bliss.
25
“Are you sure you don’t want me to wait?” Rylan asked for the millionth time.
“No.” She pushed him out her door. “I’m fine. I’ll see you at work.”
“I don’t mind waiting,” he offered.
She smiled. “I know you don’t, but there’s no need.”
“Okay.” He stood there, staring at her with a scowl.
“Go.” Giving him a little finger wave, she closed the door.
