Sharing Body Heat

by Lexie Davis

  Her grip tightened on the sides of the bathtub. “What do you want to do to me?”

  “Claim you.” He breathed in the scent of the soap on her skin. “Own you. Make you mine.”

  He pulled back and met her gaze. “I have a knack for getting what I want. I’m pretty confident you’ll like it too.”

  He withdrew his fingers from her warm heat. Slipping his hands between her legs from behind, he parted her thighs and lifted her onto the edge of the bathtub. She squealed, clutching his shoulders while he splashed the suds off her skin. He propped her up so that her feet rested on each side of the bathtub and her pink pussy was open and ready for him to take.

  “The question is, will you let me?”

  She held on to the edge of the bathtub while he watched her contemplate what he’d said.

  “Only if you promise to leave me breathless.”

  A slow grin crossed his face. “I’ll do that and so much more.”

  Chapter Four

  He took her in the bathtub. Water sloshed over the sides with the power of his thrusts, wetting the cold tiled floor. She gasped. Screamed. Begged for more, and he wasn’t in the mood to deny her. Lifting her out of the tub, he laid her on the floor for round two. Hard, quick and dirty. She didn’t have time to think about the frigidness of the room. Or the way he claimed her body. Her pussy was his and that was the only thing that mattered. When she came she shook. Her pussy squeezed him to the point he saw stars and he fucking loved it. His dick was covered with their combined juices when he withdrew, only to angle it toward her lips.

  “Clean me up.”

  She parted her lips and he sank into the wet warmth of her mouth. Now it was his turn to shudder. He prided himself on cool control, but this woman moaned around his dick like it was the best thing she’d ever had in her mouth. He scooped her hair up and pulled out, pumping his hips lightly so he didn’t gag her. Hell, he wasn’t looking for a blowjob, but her wicked little tongue was a temptation he couldn’t deny himself.

  Lauren’s hands rested on his thighs while she took as much of him as she could, bobbing her head as her lips tightened around his thick dick. How the hell did he pull himself away from her? It would be so damn easy to let her finish him off. Suck every bit of his come out of him—and he’d give it to her. The tip of her tongue flicked the underside of his dick and he closed his eyes, enjoying the ecstasy she gave him. Hell, he’d forgotten what he even planned on doing to her.

  “Enough.” He pressed a hand against her forehead and pushed. She let him slide from her lips, staring up at him with those damn doll-like eyes that were far from innocent.

  A floor-length mirror hung on the wall next to the door. Reid gripped her cheeks with one hand and kissed her, loving the way her mouth begged for him just as much as her body.

  “Look at you.” He let her go and pointed to the mirror. Her hair was tangled. Her body relaxed. Her makeup was smeared, remnants of the day before. “So damn gorgeous and you don’t even fucking know it.”

  Her breasts hung down between her arms and he reached out to squeeze them. “I want you to watch me make you mine.” With one hand he slipped a finger into her wetness before drawing it up over her anus.

  Her eyes widened a bit as he pushed the single digit into her untouched hole. He wanted to claim her all right. He wanted to fuck every hole she had until he couldn’t physically stand anymore. He moved behind her and thrust his dick inside her pussy before drawing it out slowly and dragging it over her asshole.

  “I want this.” He rubbed the tip of his dick along the tiny hole before pushing inside her cunt again. He fucked her a few times, thrusting slowly so that she gasped and whimpered for his touch. “Every part of you will know what my cock feels like and you’ll beg me to fuck you any way I like.”

  He withdrew his cock from her pussy again, shifting to press it against her tight little hole. Lauren gasped and he pushed a hand to the center of her back. Her ass felt amazing and he had barely even gotten inside. He gently pushed and retreated, moving a little deeper each time while she pressed against him, opening up to let him inside her. The hot contrast of her body to the cold room was enough to make him groan.

  “Ahh.” Lauren dropped her head down to the floor as he pushed all the way inside her. He gripped her hips and held her to him, letting her get used to his size.

  “You’re so fucking hot, baby.” He played with her clit. “I’m not going to last long inside you.”

  She moaned and he fisted his free hand in her hair, dragging her head up. As she arched her neck to meet his gaze in the mirror, he commanded, “Watch.”

  Each thrust was deliberately slow. He rocked in and out of her ass with renewed control. Lauren’s face contorted with a mixture of pleasure and pain. He loved being inside her. Loved every sensation fucking her brought.

  “Do you like my dick in your ass, sweetheart?” He wrapped her hair around his fist, thrusting harder. Leaning over her, he pressed his lips against her ear. “You’re mine. Every part of you.”

  He gripped her hips and shoved into her, fucking her like an animal. She gasped. Her fingers clutched at the tiles beneath them though the cold floor offered little stability. She squeezed her eyes shut before dropping her jaw in a telltale sign of pleasure. Reid reached around her to stroke her clit again. With a few strokes, she fell apart in his arms.

  Reid watched her in the mirror. Nothing between them had felt so good as watching her take her pleasure, the pleasure he gave her. He felt his orgasm creeping up on him. Pleasure shot through him, hotter than lightning as he spilled his hot come inside her. What did he do to deserve this woman and how the hell did he keep her in his life?

  * * *

  Lauren woke from a short nap to find Reid outside shoveling snow. She glanced around the cabin, feeling more relaxed than she had in years. She stood from the mattress on the floor and walked over to the suitcase he had left sprawled out on the couch. A burgundy T-shirt with University of Minnesota on the front lay neatly folded on top and she pulled it on.

  She walked to the door, then opened it, peering out into the cold. The snowfall was at least eight inches. It didn’t seem too bad, but it was enough to fuck with people’s plans. Lauren knew that she only had the weekend since she had work on Monday. Calling in because she couldn’t get there would not go over well with her supervisor.

  “That’s a lot of snow. Are we going to be able to leave this place?”

  He turned toward her. “I’m working on it.” He glanced at her shirt. “Nice shirt.”

  She smiled. “I thought so. Did you graduate from there?”

  “Yeah.” He walked toward her, pushing her back into the cabin and closing the door behind him. “Undergrad. I went to Wharton for my master’s.”

  “Wow.” She rubbed her arms. “I went to University of Connecticut. I had the grades for Harvard or Yale but they didn’t want to offer me a scholarship and I couldn’t afford it on my own.”

  “What did you major in?” he asked, taking his coat off.

  “Business data analytics. I also had a dual undergrad major in financial management. My master’s was in business analytics though.”

  She rubbed her arms. He didn’t seemed fazed by the cold, which baffled her.

  “Were you planning on going to your own cabin?” he asked her. “It’s probably a mile or two that way.”

  She scraped her teeth along her lower lip. “Uh, I hadn’t thought about it. Are you ready to get rid of me?”

  “No.” A smile played on his face. “I just promised you that I’d see you there.”

  “I’m not a winter person.” She cringed when she looked at the snow. “The less I have to be in it, the better off I am.”

  He kissed her forehead. “Go sit by the fire before you freeze to death.”

  She slipped her hands underneath his shirt and pulled him to
her. “That sounds like a good idea, but you’re a better idea.”

  He sighed playfully. “I give you a little taste of my cock and you can’t get enough.”

  “What can I say? It’s a pretty great cock.” She pressed her chin against his chest.

  Chuckling, he leaned down to kiss her. “I’ll warm you up if you make us lunch.”

  Lauren slipped her hands into his pants and squeezed his ass. He had a great body and Lauren smiled, knowing that she could touch him whenever she wanted.

  “What do you want to eat?”

  “Whatever you can fix is fine.” He kissed her temple.

  Lauren let him go and went to find food in the kitchen. She scratched the back of her calf with her toes as she searched the cabinets. After a few moments of deliberation, she finally decided on canned chicken and dumplings soup. She opened the can and poured it into a pot before taking it to the fire.

  “You’re already stripping?” she asked, turning toward Reid.

  He smiled as he took his shirt off. “Got to keep the lady happy.”

  “I’m not knocking it. I just don’t understand how you stay warm.” She stirred the soup.

  He walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her from behind. Pressing a kiss to the back of her neck, he relaxed against her. It felt completely natural to Lauren for him to pull her close. She liked the affection he offered her.

  “I stay warm because you keep me hot and bothered.”

  She smiled. “Right.”

  She turned to face him, and sat beside him while the food cooked. They only had one more day and night together before they had to leave. A sense of dread washed over her at the thought of it. The mini-vacation was supposed to be a reprieve from the world. She was supposed to find time to relax and enjoy being away from everything and everyone. With all the trouble in her life, it was a great idea. However, she wasn’t sure she would have lasted a whole weekend on her own.

  “What were your plans for this weekend?” Lauren asked. “You know, before I crashed your party.”

  He leaned back on his hands. “I normally just catch up on my sleep.”

  “Do you have insomnia?” She stirred the soup.

  “More like my work doesn’t quit, so I don’t quit.” He yawned. “I just closed a deal for several million. We’re working on that. I’ve also got a few in acquisitions. We’re working on negotiating those deals. I also am considering dividing up the companies that aren’t doing well. Liquidating some assets to focus on the profitable ones. It’s never ending.”

  She stood to get two bowls and flatware before returning back to the fireplace. “I know you said your pockets were deep, but I didn’t realize you were the company head. I thought you just worked for someone else and got paid really well.”

  She scooped out the soup and handed him a bowl.

  “No. I got fired from the only job I’ve ever worked. My father told me that I needed to learn to play nice if I wanted to stay employed. I told him I’d rather make my own rules.” He shrugged and blew on a spoonful of soup. “I started working for myself and haven’t looked back.”

  She nodded, taking a bite. She could imagine him in the boardroom. Cutthroat and ruthless. It made her smile.

  “What about you? How’d you get into business analytics?”

  She wiped the corners of her mouth. “It’s sort of the family business. Both of my parents are business analysts. My dad actually worked on Wall Street. My grandparents too. I think it goes back three or four generations. I thought I wanted to be something different like a teacher or a doctor. I took one science class and failed miserably so I dropped it. I then took a theoretical teaching class and failed that too. I ended up in advanced business math classes and I had higher than a 4.0 so my parents said that it was my calling.” She shrugged. “I like it. I mean, I’m good at my job and I know what I’m doing without anyone needing to tell me differently. I could do without the way men look down on women but I’ve been around it so long it just comes with the territory.”

  He glanced up at her, clearly paying attention to what she had said. She stirred her food, wondering if she’d said too much.

  “Who looks down on you?”

  She shrugged. “Usually supervisors. Mine’s not that bad but he has his moments. He definitely doesn’t like me showing him up in the boardroom. I usually get a lecture afterward about how I need to run everything by him so he can be prepared.”

  Reid didn’t say anything, not that she expected him to. They were supposed to be relaxing and all they were talking about was business. She scraped the last of her soup and set the bowl next to her.

  “Are you close with your family?”

  “Yep. I don’t see them that much anymore since I work so much, but I take off November and December to spend time with them.” He set his bowl aside.

  “Are you an only child?”

  “I have a sister.” He met her gaze. “What about you?”

  “Just a sister. I’m close with my parents, mainly my dad. My mom takes up for my sister and we don’t get along.”

  She glanced to the side. The cabin was quiet and she liked it. It was a world away from the city. Solitude was what she wanted, but in reality, she didn’t know what to do with it. It would have been a very boring trip if she hadn’t met Reid. That she was sure of.

  “You look good in my shirt.”

  She smiled. “Precisely why I stole it.”

  He cocked his head to the side and wiggled his finger for her to come to him. Lauren folded her arms over her chest and arched an eyebrow. He looked predatory. Like she had awakened some beast inside him and he saw her as prey. She caught him every now and then stealing glances like he wanted to keep his interest a secret. Then there were the times he brazenly stared, assessed what she had, what he wanted, like a man ready to claim his prize.

  “Don’t make me come after you.”

  Lauren chuckled softly. “I’m not scared of you.”

  “You should be.” He moved quick, crawling toward her and covering her with his body before she had time to protest. Pushing her into the mattress, he settled between her legs, pinning her with his hips, while dragging both of her hands above her head to immobilize her. Lauren stared up at him, taking in the growth of hair on his jaw, a sexy look that gave him an edge. His dark green eyes held her in place more effectively than anything his body could do.

  “What am I going to do with you?” His lips were so close. All she had to do was flick her tongue out and she could taste him. Lifting her head slightly, she did just that, slipping her tongue in his mouth for a kiss. He indulged her for a moment before dragging his lips away. Reid pressed hot kisses along her chin, her jaw. She tilted her head to give him better access to her neck.

  Sometimes there were people that just clicked. She’d been in relationships for years without feeling half of what she felt with Reid. The majority of it was lust, but there was a tingling sensation of security and safety that surrounded him. Something that made her think that if shit were to hit the fan, he’d be by her side, protecting her, encouraging her and fucking the breath right out of her. It was a good feeling. Perhaps something she hadn’t ever felt before.

  Her pussy tingled, waiting for his touch. His tongue felt so good between her thighs that it was almost impossible for her to decide what she really wanted. His cock was astounding, perfect really, but his tongue was magical.

  “Stop drawing it out,” Lauren commented. “You know I’m wet for you.”

  He nipped at her neck. “I know. That hot pussy is needy and desperate for my cock. I can smell you from here.”

  “Then what are you waiting for?”

  He pulled back and met her gaze. “You’re not writhing yet.”

  Lauren brushed her clit against the bulge in his pants. She wasn’t writhing? Hell, all she did was writhe when she though
t about what he did to her. What they did together. Her pussy ached when she had a flashback of him holding her down and penetrating her. The slight tug of her hair was a simple, yet demanding way to let her know he was in charge. She loved it.

  “Your definition of writhing is different than mine.”

  He didn’t say anything as he knelt over her, tugging the shirt up her body. She let him peel the only garment she wore off. His eyes blazed hot when he stared at her breasts.

  “Lie back.”

  She did as she was told, spreading her legs wider around him. He slipped two fingers inside her while his thumb played with her clit. Hot delicious fucking. That was what she needed to cure all the chaotic bullshit in her life. His lips wrapped around one of her nipples and sucked. Lauren’s back arched off the mattress as she cupped the back of his head, tugging him closer.

  The torment was good. She liked his fingers, but she needed more. Pushing at his hand, she leaned down to drag his mouth away from her breast. She kissed him, nipping at his lips before sucking on his tongue. Every part of her wanted a part of him. She needed it like she needed her next breath.

  “I’m writhing. Begging. Please don’t draw it out any longer.” Panting, she stared into his eyes and waited.

  “Am I going to have to restrain you?”

  Yes. The idea of him holding her down, completely immobile while he fucked her sent a rush of desire through her so strong she moaned out loud. Reid got the message loud and clear.

  Roughly, he turned her to her stomach and held her hands at the small of her back. He shoved her legs apart, forcing them as wide as they would go. He clutched her wrists while he bent forward to lick her wet slit. She whimpered, writhing as she tried to shove her pussy against his mouth. The angle was off and she didn’t have any control. He retreated and she cursed.