I’d jerked off in the shower twice last night thinking about her. It had felt like nothing compared to having her actually in my lap, soft and warm and right fucking there.
Forever,something in me whispered.Mine forever.
I wasn’t that man. My past relationships basically consisted of extended hook-ups. No emotion involved.
But now, the thoughts I was thinking…
What would she look like in my bed every morning? In my kitchen making coffee? Pregnant with my kid?
My hands slid under the water, learning her shape.
“Bridger—”
“I’ve been thinking about touching you since the moment I saw you.” I’d known her for just over a day and my brain was running marathons toward a future she hadn’t agreed to.
I kissed her and she kissed me back with a desperate intensity that cracked my resolve. I planned on just touchingher, tasting her. Giving her time. My hands found the hem of her wet shirt and I started pulling it up.
“This needs to come off,” I said against her mouth.
“Yes, it does.”
I peeled the soaked fabric over her head and tossed it on the deck. “And this,” I whispered, unhooking her bra. I peeled the wet fabric from her body and I just looked at her. Her nipples were already hard, big and thick. “Fuck,” I breathed.
I cupped one breast, my thumb brushing over her nipple, and she gasped. I leaned down and took her into my mouth, sucking hard. She cried out, her back arching, pushing more of her into me. I dragged my mouth away from her, my thumb brushing over what I’d just tasted.
Her hands dug into my scalp. “Please, Bridger.”
“Please what, baby?” I licked a drop of water running down the valley of her breasts.
“I need…”
“More?”
She arched into me, her hips rocking forward in the water, right against my hard dick, as if she were riding me.
“Easy,” I said. “I’m trying to take my time.”
“I don’t want you to take your time.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
I kissed her again, deep and consuming. My hands roamed her body—her hips, her waist, the swell of her stomach, her breasts. Learning every curve. Worshipping every inch. I ran my palms over the rich swell of her hips, squeezing her waist, anchoring her to my body so she knew she belonged to me.
She made a small sound against my mouth, and my hand slid lower, fingers slipping under the waistband of her shorts, finding the slick heat that belonged only to me. They slid over her wet skin until my finger touched a soft nest of curls. I likedthat. I moved lower, sliding my finger briefly over her sweet bud before pushing through her lips, finding her entrance. Holding her gaze, I pushed one finger inside her.
She gasped, her hands tightening on my shoulder.
“So wet for me,” I murmured.
“We’re in a hot tub,” she panted, her legs going slack around my hips and impaling my finger even deeper.
“That’s not what’s happening, sweetheart, and you know it.” I grasped the back of her neck and pulled her mouth to mine, I bit her full, lower lip. “You want me, don’t you, Roxie?”
I didn’t let her answer. I took her mouth, thrusting my tongue past her lips as my fingers drove deeper inside her pussy.
In and out. I set the rhythm, making her groan.
