“Can you taste how fucking sweet you are?” I growled.
She gripped hold of my wrist, thrusting my fingers deeper inside of her. I chuckled, exploring her nakedness with my free hand.
“My God, I’m so close,” she panted as my mouth found it’s way to her nipple. I sucked gently, twirling my tongue around it as her fingers gripped the back of my head. Her body clenched as she let out a cry, her leg dropping to the floor. She pressed her thighs together, locking my fingers inside of her as she gently rode them.
I kissed her neck, bringing her mouth up to mine. She smiled, her body relaxing as she slumped against me. Chuckling, I lifted her into the bath, lowering her into the perfectly hot water.
“God, that’s perfect,” she mumbled.
I laughed. “Ah the beauty of temperature-controlled baths,” I teased. I leaned over and kissed her smiling lips. “Soak for as long as you like. I’ll be waiting.”
I looked up and grinned. She stood in the doorway, her wet body wrapped in a thick, white robe. I put away my laptop and motioned for her to join me on the bed.
“Feel better?” I asked.
“Much. I could’ve stayed in there all night,” she grinned. “I’d kill for a bath like that.”
I chuckled, watching her as she slipped out of the robe and under the covers. My cock twitched. God, even the thought of her got me excited. She glanced down and laughed, catching sight of my erection. Not that I was doing too much to hide it. I was naked, except for the thin sheet that was covering me.
“Should I apologize for the fact that I find you attractive?” I asked, raising my eyebrows.
She shook her head. Lifting the sheet, she moved one leg over me so she was straddling me. My erection pressed against her pussy, begging for some relief. What was she doing to me?
With a sneaky smile, she reached down, her fingers curling around the base of my shaft. I groaned as she began to ride me, the feeling of her pussy rubbing against my erection almost too much.
“There is a condom on the nightstand,” I mumbled.
“Presumptuous much?” she teased, reaching for the packet. She opened it, rolled it on, and then positioned herself over me.
I groaned, my length driving inside of her. I grabbed her hips and rolled her over until I was on top. Pushing one leg to the side, I thrust deep inside of her as she groaned.
“You’re so beautiful,” I mumbled, my mouth finding hers. I pressed my forehead against hers, not breaking my rhythm. I groaned as blood pulsated through me, pooling in my cock. With my hand on her thigh, my body began to clench. Oh God, I was about to explode.
“God yes,” I growled, releasing, riding her as the feeling of pure ecstasy ravished me. I pulled out, rolling onto my side.
She snuggled into my arms as I kissed her neck. Everything about her was amazing. The great sex—well, that was just a bonus.
The fact that I could barely think about anything but her told me I was falling hard. It was a feeling I wasn’t used to. Saxon Waite didn’t do love and romance.
At least I hadn’t until her.
Chapter Twenty
Micah
I sighed and rummaged for my phone, not lifting my head from under my pillow. I’d been awake for hours, but it was so freaking cold that I couldn’t bring myself to get out of bed.
We’d gotten back home late the night before, and while it was good to be sleeping in my own bed again, I was already missing Sax.
“Hello?”
“Where are you?” Sax laughed. “Your voice sounds muffled.”
“I’m in bed,” I admitted. I rolled over, clutching the phone to my ear. “And you’re not here to keep me warm, so I have to make do with my electric blanket.”
He laughed. “That’s the only reason you miss me, huh?”
“At the moment, it’s up there,” I grumbled. “Does this call have a purpose?”