Face-to-face with him now, she could feel his hardness pressing tight against her core. They continued to kiss as he stroked her breasts and teased her nipples. Overcome with pleasure, Bree ran her nails up and down his back and tugged at his hair.
“Okay. You’ve convinced me that this is not about finding comfort.” Breathing hard, Rylan leaned back to look at her face. “So maybe now would be a good time to lose the clothes and get a condom?”
Bree gazed up at the blue Colorado sky, dotted with fluffy clouds, the mountains with their snowy peaks, the gurgling stream and the clear spring water. She pressed another kiss to Rylan’s lips. “Sounds wonderful.”
While Rylan climbed out of the pool to get the protection from his jeans, Bree tugged off her wet clothes. When he returned, naked, to the pool, he stretched out on the rocky shelf next to her. Lying tight together with the warm water washing over them was a new and pleasant sensation. Rylan’s gaze pierced hers, mirroring the same desire she was experiencing.
Using his fingers, he made lazy circles on the insides of her legs, moving upward in tiny stages. His warm breath caressed the cool skin of one exposed shoulder. Erotic shivers were like an electric charge just beneath the surface of her skin. The connection Bree felt to him transcended anything physical.
The only thing she could compare it to was her art. She could look at a painting with another person and experience a shared moment of enjoyment. But with Rylan it was unique. It was the same deep-seated bond she forged with her own creations. But this was stronger, fiercer, more intimate because she loved him.
When his finger slid inside her, Bree gave a little cry.
“I will never get tired of hearing that sound.” Rylan lowered his head to kiss the sensitive flesh of her neck.
Knowing she wouldn’t be able to last long, Bree reached a hand between their bodies and encircled his erection, her grip tightening around him. She started with soft caresses, her movements becoming bolder as her fingers moved up to stroke his length before gliding back down again. As Rylan began to move his thumb in a relentless circle around her clitoris while pumping his finger in and out of her, her own movements became faster.
“Condom.” There was a hint of desperation about the word as he rose onto his knees and reached onto the rocks above them.
When he was fully sheathed, Rylan kissed Bree deeply as he eased her onto her back. Spreading her legs, he lifted her so that she could wrap them around his hips. Bree pushed up, desperate to feel him. She moved her pelvis against his, offering herself to him. He groaned, then, in one quick thrust, pushed all the way into her. Her heartbeat picked up speed as their bodies rocked together, and soon she was lost to everything but Rylan.
She moaned and arched her back, pressing her breasts to his chest. The difference between his hard muscle and her soft flesh drove the oxygen from her lungs and what was left of any reason from her brain. Grasping her hips firmly, Rylan began to pound hard. It was as if he couldn’t get deep enough inside her, as if he were seeking something more than a physical sensation. She looked into his eyes and knew she could get lost in this new connection between them.
Soft quakes started somewhere in her core and rippled upward and outward. She gripped Rylan’s biceps, holding on to him as she let go, all conscious thought slipping away as searing heat tore through her. A moment later, her body splintered. She felt Rylan swell and pulse inside her and she clenched her muscles hard around him, her body trembling as she held him tight inside her.
Her action drew a growl from somewhere deep in Rylan’s chest. The look of ecstasy in his eyes as he climaxed made her heart pound even more wildly.
He managed to gasp out a few words. “Was this better than a visit to The Chateau?”
“It was certainly different.” She started to giggle. “I can’t imagine what Aunt Mara’s friends would say if this was one of the spa day specials.”
He turned onto his side, curling up close to her. “Who knows? They might be queuing up to try it.”
“No need to brag. Besides...” She tilted her chin to look at him. “They’d have to fight me off first.”
“They would?” She nodded, and he tightened his arms around her. “I’m glad to hear it.” After a few minutes, he squinted up at the sky. “We should probably head back.”