One to Leave (One to Hold 5)

Still I wanted answers. “So why not?”

Her hand fumbled to cover mine between her legs. “It never felt right. I wanted it to be... Mmm...” She was wet, and I slipped a finger inside. A little gasp. “Magical.”

Her voice changed, and I rotated her on my lap, shifting so I could move my jeans down my hips. I jerked her panties aside and lowered her down my shaft. Fuck. Me. “You feel amazing.”

Inside, all around me, her muscles flexed. I caught her neck and moved her mouth down to mine. Another consuming kiss. I rocked my hips up, and she broke away with a gasp. Now she was moving faster, riding me. It was scorching hot, and I was close. Everything was falling away except her luscious body riding my dick.

“Are you on the pill?” She nodded fast, and relief moved through me. I wouldn’t stop this for the world.

I gripped her ass and her knees ground into my hips as she struggled for traction. She was getting off as good as I was.

“Stuart! Oh, god!” Her mouth was right at my ear as she fell apart, gasping and moaning. Her insides pulsed around me, milking and lengthening my orgasm.

With a low groan, I came hard. My hips flexed, jammed into her, filling her. Being against her skin was the most acute pleasure. Damn, she felt like heaven. I never had sex without a condom. I wasn’t sure what the hell possessed me this time.

Holding her close, I breathed through the warmth of afterglow. The scent of jasmine was all around us combined with the scent of sweat and sex. It was incredible. Through the haze I was struck by what I’d just done. I trusted her. Why?

“I’m sorry,” I said, clearing my throat. She lay against me, arms limp around my neck.

I could feel her expression change with my apology. “Why?”

“I’m clean. I should have told you before.”

She pulled away, and pink flooded her cheeks. God, she was beautiful. “It didn’t even occur to me. I guess I trust you.”

“I would never put you in danger.”

She blinked a few times before allowing a small smile. “But you like to be rough.”

A flicker below my waist, inside her. I was sure she felt it, too. “Yes.” My tone was serious as I caught that beautiful chin and lifted it. “So will you.”

* * *

Mariska

I couldn’t deny a sizzling thrill at Stuart’s words. I’d never liked anything rough, but the tone of his voice, the promise in his eyes, made me believe whatever he did would be amazing. Holding him, feeling him inside me was more than enough, but there was so much more to this man.

Lifting me, he carried me back to the cabin. The warm blanket he deposited on the bed, and he didn’t stop until we were in the small bathroom.

One swipe and my dress was over my head and out the door. I laughed and reached inside the small shower stall to turn on the hot water. Noises behind me, and he discarded jeans, boxer briefs, the shirt he was wearing. I felt him unhook my bra moments before rough hands reached around to cover my breasts, rolling my taut nipples between his fingers. My panties were stretched and drenched from our activities by the fire, and he slid them down next, kissing my ass along the way.

That made me laugh. “Do you want to shower or not?”

He rose in front of me, tall and smiling. Hazel eyes burned with desire. I traced my fingertips down the lines of his chest to the ridges of his stomach. He was slim, but it only made his muscles more pronounced.

“We’ll see what happens.” His voice was that deep vibration I felt through my core as he carefully helped me int

o the closet-sized stall.

My back was against his chest as the water rained down on both of us. Taking a bar of white soap off the ledge, I rolled it in my hands making a lather before I turned and rubbed them all over his body. Closing my eyes, I let a groan of satisfaction escape my lips as I followed the broad outline of his shoulders down his arms to his hands waiting to clasp mine. He pushed my back against the wall and kissed me deeply. Mouths open, the fresh taste of water touched my tongue with his.

Curling his fingers in my hair, he pulled my head back, kissing my chin. “You make this shower sexy.”

Blinking through the haze, I reached over my head as his soapy hands moved down my sides. Large thumbs circled my beaded nipples before diving lower, down my stomach to my thighs. He reached under the water, giving his fingers a rinse before threading them in the folds between my legs.

“Don’t want to miss a spot.”

I exhaled a shaky laugh as he grinned down before kissing my nose, my mouth. “I don’t think it matters. You’re only making me dirty again.”