Page 44 of Lone Star Witness

“You’re naked,” he pointed out.

Marise smiled, fumbled beneath her butt and brought out the two-piece swimsuit she’d been sitting on. She had worn it into the hot tub but had taken it off during Slade’s marathon of phone calls.

“I’ve never been naked in a hot tub before and wanted to see how it felt,” she explained. “FYI, it feels fantastic.”

“Looks fantastic, too,” he muttered, putting his phone in his pocket so he could begin taking off his own shirt.

So, she might get the fantasy of having Slade join her after all. But Marise didn’t want him in the hot tub, not with those stitches. She stood and several more fantastic sensations ran through her. First, of the water sliding down her naked body. Then, of the heat in Slade’s eyes when he slid his gaze down the full length of her.

That got Slade moving, not just with the shirt but with peeling off his belt and jeans. He stopped, giving her a jolt of serious disappointment before she realized he was simply taking a condom out of his wallet.

Marise picked up the huge bath towel but didn’t wrap it around her. She waited until he’d shoved off his boxers and went to him. Of course, he was already heading her way, and they met. Naked body to naked body. His mouth came to hers for a long, hungry kiss.

It was scalding hot and perfect.

The maneuvering for position was, too. Slade was pressing against her, urging her toward the hot tub. She was aiming for a different direction. The plush leather sofa in the sitting area. That would be far better for his injuries than the water or the tiled surface around it.

Marise won out in the end, but she played dirty. She slid her hand between their bodies, the water allowing her fingers to glide over his stomach. And lower.

She wrapped her hand around his hard-on.

Slade made a now familiar grunt of pleasure, and his kisses got a whole lot deeper and took on an urgent, rough edge. An edge that made Marise want to smile because she knew she was getting glimpses of Slade when he wasn’t hampered by stitches and such.

One day, she hoped they got to repeat this when he was at a hundred percent. That said, what he was giving her now was plenty enough and then some. The man was certainly a handful in more ways than one.

She kept touching him, kept up the kissing as she backed him toward the sofa. No resistance whatsoever, but he did slow a little so he could take his clever mouth to her neck.

Then, to her breasts.

That had Marise making her own sounds of needy pleasure, and it skyrocketed the urgency for them to get some release from the pressure cooker heat.

Slade made a dirty play of his own. He moved his hand between them, cupping her center and letting this thumb flick over the most sensitive part of her.

Mercy, that amped things up even more.

And Marise had to fight not to climax right then, right there.

Instead, she fought back the pleasure and got him moving faster again. She even managed to toss the towel on the sofa before Slade landed on it in a sitting position. She followed on his lap and delivered some kisses of her own. She settled on his neck and was making her way to his chest when things took an interesting turn.

Slade flipped her onto her back before she could put that condom on him.

More dirty play when he kissed her mouth. Then, her neck.

To her breasts.

He lingered there a moment, tormenting her nipples in the best way possible with his tongue before moving on and doing the same to her stomach.

The dirty play reached a pinnacle when he gave her a kiss that had her gasping, moaning, and begging for more. His tongue wasn’t just clever on her nipples but also that part of her he’d just been touching.

And once again, Marise felt herself soaring.

Soaring.

So close to being ready to surrender to the pleasure. But Slade pulled back just in the nick of time. With her breath gusting and her heart beating oh so fast, he looked down at her, smiling that devil smile, while he got on the condom. No more delays. No more intense foreplay.

Slade covered her with his body and pushed inside her. Here it was. That fierce warrior. That no holding back. He was giving her all of him, and all of him was exactly what she needed and wanted.

Marise didn’t even try to fight the orgasm this time. She would have failed. Instead, she gave in, letting it slam through her. Letting it consume every inch of her. She was rising one very blissful high when she felt Slade give up his own fight.

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