“Fine.” She shrugged. “Better now.”
The bubbles surrounded her naked form, covering her sweet tits from his view. Easily fixed. He reached over and swiped them away until her pretty nipples peeked through at him. He gave one a quick tweak and winked at her.
“You ready to get out, or you want to relax some more?” he asked with a grin. There didn’t seem to be much relaxing going on, but she might want more alone time. Sometimes Samantha needed to be on her own, sort through her thoughts, and he wouldn’t crowd her.
“The water’s getting cold,” she answered, reaching beneath the bubbles. She dropped the stopper onto the edge of the tub and pushed up to her full height.
He moved to his feet, appreciating the bubbles slipping down her curves and over her breasts and tummy.
Her laughter brought his gaze back to hers.
“You look hungry.” She pushed a hip out and rested her hand on it.
He raised a brow. “And you’re looking sassy.” He grabbed a dry towel and held it out for her. “Come on. Out you go.”
She held onto his outstretched hand and stepped out. Ryder wrapped her up and hugged her. “You had a good night?” he asked, rubbing his hands over her arms.
“I did.” She nodded and moved out of his hold to dry herself off. He scooped up the wet towel from the floor once she finished and tossed it into the hamper.
“You liked the movie?”
“Who doesn’t like Deadpool! It was hilarious.” She rewrapped the towel around her chest and tucked the end in.
That wouldn’t do.
He plucked it out and pulled the towel from her body, tossing it into the hamper.
“Better.” He nodded as he let his gaze wander over her naked form. Fuck, she looked tasty.
“Are you tired? ’Cause I was thinking bedtime.” She took a step backward toward the door, a seductive grin playing on her lips.
“Oh, yes. Bedtime for sure. But no story tonight.” He hurried toward her, scooping her up in his arms and carrying her, giggling, to his bedroom.
He dropped her onto the bed, watching her scramble to the middle of the bed as he shucked off his jeans and shirt. He kicked his boots clear across the room before climbing in after her.
She pressed her back against the headrest and gave him a wide smile.
“I like this. I like you this way,” she muttered as he kissed his way up her leg to her torso.
“What way, sweetheart?” he asked when he reached her neck, nuzzling into her.
“Playful.” She cupped his face and pushed him back until their gazes locked. “But I like when you’re stern and strict too,” she breathed, then brought her lips to his.
He gave over to her for the moment, letting her lead the kiss. Rolling to his back, he took her with him, grunting when her knee bumped into his stomach.
“Oh! I’m sorry.” She giggled and righted her positioning.
He tucked the pillows behind his head and grasped her hips, pushing her down toward his cock. Her slick pussy ran over his length. He clenched his teeth.
“Put me inside,” he ordered, shifting his hips slightly.
She raised up enough to grasp his cock, wrapping her slender fingers around his shaft and sending a tidal wave of heat coursing through him. Positioning herself over him, she gently began to lower onto his dick. His fingers dug into her hips. As much as he wanted to pull her down, to sink into her delicious heat, he forced himself to let her take her time, let her set the pace.
At least for the moment.
His girl wouldn’t want to keep control for too long. But giving her a little would make taking it back even sweeter.
Once she was fully seated, she stopped and brought her lust-filled gaze to his. “It feels so good, you inside me.” She blew out a hard breath and straightened her back, making her cunt tighten around his cock.