Water sprayed both of them but his body blocked most of it. Not that it mattered. Drops of water dotted her entire lean body and her long, dark hair was slicked back. A few wet locks fell over her chest, framing each breast. The sound of the water rushing around them added to the privacy of this moment. For how he felt, they were the only two people on the planet right now.
She stared at him but her fingers tightened on his shoulders. She’d been wet but still tight. Probably not completely ready for him. Her chest moved up and down as she breathed erratically. Somehow he kept himself still inside her when all he wanted to do was slam into her again and again.
Holding her hips, he kept her firmly against the wall as he bent to take her other nipple between his teeth.
As he flicked his tongue over it, her head fell forward and she pulled his earlobe between her teeth. “You don’t have to be so gentle, Linc.”
Taking him by surprise, she nipped his neck and scraped her teeth over him. His hips jerked in reaction and in response her inner walls tightened around him. If she kept this up he wouldn’t last long.
Saroya didn’t want gentle right now. She wanted Linc to lose control. Around her, the man always seemed to have a tight control on himself until they got naked. And she loved that she could make him let go.
He was holding her up with his strength and weight and she wanted to take advantage and explore his body. He’d been abrupt when he thrust inside her but it was exactly what she needed. Having him stretch and fill her got her wetter instantly.
When she ran the pads of her thumbs over his flat brown nipples, he shuddered. The action was slight but she didn’t miss it. Using her nails this time, she flicked the tiny buds. They were already hard under her attention and this time his entire body jolted at the contact.
Meeting his gaze, she trembled as his eyes darkened. He was going to give her what she asked for. With his big hands he held her hips tightly. She kept her legs wrapped around him and without warning, he pulled out and slammed back into her.
The motion was abrupt and shaky, as if he were trying to control himself but failing. He didn’t make an attempt to kiss her. Just kept his gaze on her while he repeated the action.
When he thrust inside her again she couldn’t hold back the cry that escaped. In this position he filled her completely. If he kept slamming into her she knew it wouldn’t be long until she came.
Each time he filled her, he hit that perfect spot deep inside her, pushing her closer to climax.
“You’re so fucking perfect, Saroya.” His voice sounded gravelly and rough. He didn’t stop his thrusts as he spoke.
The muscles in his arms flexed as he held her up while still pushing into her.
“So tight,” he continued.
“Ah,” she cried out as her inner walls began tightening around him. It wouldn’t be long now.
“I used to think about you while I used my fist,” he muttered, the words barely audible.
As she rolled her hips against his she cried out again. “Oh Goddess!”
“You’re on my mind all the damn time, woman.” How he could talk while he was wildly thrusting was beyond her. She could barely remember her own name.
Closing her eyes, she let her head fall back against the tile as an orgasm ripped through her. The pleasure pulsed from between her legs to all her nerve endings with abandon.
When he reached between them and tweaked her clit, she totally lost it. The intensity of her climax rose inside her until she felt as if she’d fall apart. The sensations surging through her made her body tingle until she was only aware of him.
His cock was thick and hard and all hers. As she came down from her high she opened her eyes to find him staring at her. His expression was heated but still hard to read.
As he moved them away from the wall he didn’t say a word. Instead, he sat on the built-in bench while still buried deep inside her. In that moment she understood what he wanted because she craved it too.
Her knees pressed on the stone bench as her legs settled around his thighs but it didn’t hurt. Just the feel of his cock took away any discomfort. Rising up on her knees, she savored the way his thick length dragged against her inner walls.
When she sat back on him, he hissed out a breath. In this position he was giving her all the control and power. Something that surprised her. She loved that he allowed himself to be vulnerable with her. Would give her this control.
The warm water splashed over her now, creating a waterfall over their bodies. The added sensation was wildly erotic.
She continued slowly moving up and down and savoring the way his body tensed with each stroke. The man was rock hard and pulsing inside her but she enjoyed dragging this out. Teasing him.
When she slowed her movements even more, Linc lost his patience and took over. His neck muscles corded and his arms tensed. He grabbed her hips and slammed up into her. The hard action sent delicious shivers coursing through her.
She tried to brace her hands on the wall behind him but it was useless. The tile was too slick. As he continued thrusting in jerky, uncontrolled strokes, she could only hold on to him for support. She should have known he wouldn’t let her stay in charge for long.
“Saroya,” he growled her name, his voice low and intense.
That sound alone made her go weak. Everything about this warrior did. After tonight she knew there would never be anyone else for her. Even the thought was insane.
Almost immediately he began climaxing. His grip on her tightened and his thrusts increased. With a loud shout he emptied himself inside her. After what felt like an eternity, they both stilled and Linc pressed his forehead against the middle of her chest.
His breath was hot and when he pressed his lips against her skin softly, reverently, she shuddered. He could go from rough and hard to sweet and gentle in seconds. His hands moved from her hips and slid up her back. Gently, he shifted her and pulled her so that she was sitting across his lap.
The way he cradled her against his hard body was dominant and protective at the same time. When he buried his head against her neck, she melted and wrapped her arms around him.
“I started to contact you at least a dozen times today,” Linc said quietly.
She stroked her fingers through the damp strands of his hair. “Why didn’t you?”
“I didn’t want to seem needy.”
She smiled at the blunt, honest answer. “That’s not needy. I need to know you care.”
He snorted softly. “I care all right. I was half in love with you that first week we met. After that, it was all downhill for me,” he murmured.
Surprised, she stiffened slightly and his grip increased as he looked up at her. “I don’t expect you to say anything right now, but I need you to know how I feel. I fucked up trying to keep my distance from you and that’s something that’s going to change. I’ll be home so often you’ll get sick of me.”
Saroya smiled at the last statement. “That’s not possible.” She felt as if she’d been living in a cold tomb for the past six moon cycles. Now that she and Linc had finally connected everything had changed overnight. If she was honest, she didn’t even mind the thought of fighting with him. At least then they were communicating. “You know I—”
He covered her mouth with his hand. “Don’t feel you have to say it.”
She licked him and when he still didn’t move, she used her teeth. When he withdrew his hand she didn’t waste time. “I’ve wanted you from the moment we met. When I found out you had my studio built for me—”
“You knew that was me?”
She nodded. “Yes. And quit interrupting. When I found out what you’d done, you stole a little piece of my heart. After these last few days…I love you too, Linc. We still have a lot to learn about each other but I know what I feel.”
He grinned and the action completely transformed his face. No longer was he the hard warrior but a man who could make her melt with one smile. When she lightly shivered, Linc used voic
e command to turn the water off, then scooped her up as he stood. “You need food because tonight is not over. Not by a long shot.”
Wordlessly she smiled as he began toweling her off and got distracted. When his hands moved over her breasts, his breath hitched and he paused to cup them. Teasingly, he rubbed his thumb over one of her nipples and let out a small groan. Her smile widened. Looked like food would have to wait.
About the Author
Savannah Stuart has been reading romance for as long as she can remember but she didn’t always know she wanted to be a writer. After graduating with a degree in psychology and working too many jobs she hated, she finally figured things out. When she discovered erotic romance, she knew she’d found her niche. Her stories have a touch of intrigue, suspense or the paranormal, but the one thing she always includes is a happy ending.
She lives in the south within walking distance of the beach with her very own real-life hero, their dog and a couple of turtles who have adopted them.
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