Exposed to You (One Night of Passion 2)

He drove into her, his teeth bared in primal pleasure, and met her stare. Their gazes remained locked, a steady lifeline in a barraging, surging sea of sensation.

It was fucking, pure and simple, two animals succumbing to the dictates of nature.

It was more—much more—and that knowledge burned her as much as Everett’s pounding cock.

Come, she mouthed silently, a drop of sweat trickling between her lips. The angle wasn’t ideal for her to reach climax, but she could tell from Everett’s expression it was perfect for him.

His cock swelled large and high inside her. The muscle in his cheek jumped as he stared at her, his eyes like burning, gleaming crescents. He jerked his hips, his fingers digging into her waist and hip. She cried out sharply in a mixture of discomfort, pleasure and awe, feeling him spasm deep inside her, hearing his anguished groan of climax. It continued for several seconds until he drew breath sharply, flexing his hips, his moan coming to an abrupt halt. His muscles contracted in another seizure of bliss.

“Christ,” he said a moment later when he withdrew from her, grimacing, his gaze flickering over her face. “Shit. I’m always making you cry. Are you okay?” he whispered, his lips tenderly touching her damp cheek.

She whimpered when he took her into a one-armed hug, one hand slipping between her thighs. This time, his touch was gentle, soothing, but no less arousing.

“I’m not hurting, Everett,” she whispered, her lips feverishly tracing his goatee, her hips moving in a subtle rhythm next to his pleasuring hand.

She couldn’t tell him what had been the reason for her tears. She couldn’t, because she herself didn’t know the reason for their existence.

Twelve

A strange, wonderful bubble of euphoria

seemed to surround Joy as she and Everett swam again after making love. They walked instead of running home, holding hands, enjoying the beautiful scenery of the forest and each other’s company. The woods seemed brimful of energy, and Joy rejoiced in those moments that she was at one with the wildlife, exquisitely aware of the compelling man next to her and the wonder of being alive.

When they arrived back at the guest cottage, sticky and sweaty but smiling, it was late morning.

“Do you want to get in the shower first?” Everett asked.

Joy looked around from where she stood at the sink, filling a glass with water. There had been something in Everett’s tone that had caught her attention. She couldn’t read anything from his impassive expression, though.

“No, you go ahead. I need to take a couple vitamins with a protein bar,” she said.

He merely nodded once and walked away. She shut off the water slowly. Had that been a flash of disappointment she’d seen on his face before he turned? She recalled their interaction last night, how that moment of awkwardness and discomfort had hit her after they’d made love so lustily and how she’d avoided getting in the shower with him.

A few minutes later, she walked into the bathroom naked. She rapped softly on the frosted glass door of the shower. Everett immediately opened it.

Warm steam billowed out around her. Everett looked out at her, his slick, naked torso covered with soapy lather.

“Can I join you?” she asked quietly.

“By all means,” he said, looking pleased. He grabbed her hand and pulled her into the delicious heat with him. The spraying hot water felt wonderful on her lower back and bottom.

The sensation of Everett taking her into his arms and rubbing his lathered, smooth skin against her own felt even better.

“What are you doing?” she asked, giggling when he slid himself up and down more exuberantly against her.

“I’m all soaped up. I’m washing you,” he teased, his mouth close to her ear. He leaned down and kissed her neck where it met her shoulder. She shivered despite the heat. “You’re a sweaty mess,” he told her, his gruff, sexy tone at odds with his words.

“You’re such a flatterer,” she murmured, twisting her chin to find his mouth. They fused in a kiss that was nearly as steamy as the shower. Their mouths clung for languorous, delicious moments while Everett used the soap in his hand to clean her back and ass and subtly twisted his lathered torso against her to clean her front.

She broke their kiss and stared up at him. Her lips parted when he slicked his fingers between the crack of her ass and then gently lathered her outer sex. He just pinned her with his laser-like stare as he lathered and then thoroughly rinsed her with water. It felt incredibly intimate . . . exceptionally good.

“Hmmm,” he mused, his hand moving between her thighs. “Having some difficulty washing away all this cream.”

Joy felt her cheeks heating from the inside instead of from the billowing steam. She was very wet, both from their former lovemaking and from his current stimulation on her pussy as he cleaned her.

He suddenly surprised her by sitting down on one of the benches at the side of the shower and pulling her toward him, his hands on her hips, her back facing him.

“What are you doing?” she asked.