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“Shhh.” He breathed the shushing little sound against her ear as he pressed deeper and deeper inside her. Taking her by increments until he was lodged to the hilt, stretching her, feeling the erotic bite of muscles that were stretched to their limit.
The feel of her was like heat and lightning surrounding his dick. It was the most erotic, most sensual sensation of his life. The feel of Bailey taking him, loving him, each feminine clench of her sheath rippling over the too-sensitive flesh.
“I can’t wait,” he groaned as he tried to hold still inside her, tried to hold on to the sensation of her clenching and stroking his cock with delicate internal muscles.
It was a sensation unlike any he had ever known, even with other women. Women he had cared for, had at times perhaps even loved. Still, none could compare to taking Bailey naked, without a condom, with nothing separating their flesh, nothing standing between them physically, or emotionally.
In that moment, with the water pouring around them, he could touch her heart, her soul. Just as she touched his.
“God help me, I love fucking you,” he groaned, watching as a flush worked over her face and her eyes darkened in arousal.
Around his cock he felt her pussy convulse, felt her heated juices pressing around his engorged flesh.
“Fuck me some more,” she whimpered.
His hips jerked involuntary, thrusting against her, lodging his shaft deeper inside her as they both groaned with the gathering firestorm of sensations.
It was going to blow his mind, taking her like this. When they were finished he would drown beneath the spray of water because he’d be too damned weak to push himself from it.
Bracing her more firmly against the wall, his hips moved. He pulled back, swallowing tightly at the feel of her pussy gripping him, trying to suck him back in as he forced himself to withdraw all but the engorged crest. Breathing in deep, he fought for control. Staring into her heavy-lidded eyes, he lost it as her grip tightened, rippled and she moved, driving him inside her once again.
He couldn’t hold back. There was no way to recapture his control after it splintered, no way to halt the tide that rose inside him, spurred him, demanded that he take all she had to give. That he give everything that she demanded of him.
Moaning her name, he braced one hand against the shower wall and held her to him with the other wall. His hips thrust and churned, shafting inside her with hard, brutally exquisite thrusts that had them both panting, fighting to hold back, to hold off a release that he knew would drain him not just physically, but emotionally.
He wanted it to last forever. He wanted to hold himself inside her until the world itself disappeared and there was nothing but the man and the woman, hearts pounding, souls merging. Until nothing mattered but the pleasure, and the pain washed away with the water pouring around them.
“I love you. Oh God, Trent. Trent. I love you so much.”
His name on her lips sent a shaft of ecstasy tearing through his testicles as he groaned in near rapture.
“I love you, babe.” Thick and heavy, the rough drawl of Australia in his voice whispered around them, bringing back a past neither of them had been able to forget.
As the words whispered past his lips, he felt her lose control. A low, fierce tremor began in her hips where his arm braced her to him. That tremor built, grew in intensity as it raced through her pussy, worked over his cock, and tore through her senses.
He felt her orgasm ripping through her, felt the clench of her body, heard the cry of pleasure that mixed with the sound of the water, and he lost his mind in the rush of her juices around the thrusting length of his cock.
He lost his mind and his control.
Throwing back his head, he gave himself to his own release. He felt it tear through his balls, drawing them tight to the base of his cock as his seed began to spurt from him, filling her, mixing with her release and searing his flesh as he groaned her name and poured himself into her.
It was like dying inside her, becoming a part of her, melting so deep inside her soul that he knew neither of them would ever be free.
It was like finally finding the home he hadn’t believed truly existed for him. And in that moment he knew why his fellow agents were so damned possessive and particular about assignments such as the one Micah was working. He belonged to Bailey. He belonged to her, body and soul. And he knew from that moment on, never again could he allow another woman to touch, to take what was Bailey’s alone.
Clenching her rear in one hand to hold her to him, he fought to press his hand tight enough against the shower wall to keep himself upright.
Bailey’s legs were tight around his hips, shudders still working through her body as he fought to catch his own breath.
“I will always love you.” He couldn’t hold the words back. “Until my last breath, sweet Bailey. I’ll love only you.”
She sobbed against the pleasure, against the pain. Her eyes locked with his now, her body melded to him. She whispered, “I’ll love you forever.”
John only prayed that somehow, some way, they could have forever. Together.
CHAPTER 13
RAYMOND AND MARY GREER knew how to throw a house party, Bailey had to give them credit for that. The next afternoon as she eased away from the ballroom where a full buffet lunch and champagne bar had been set up, she marveled at the massive amount of money that had to have gone into the catering of the affair.
