Page 36 of Her Fearless Ronin

I shook my head with a sigh, his caress on my leg not ceasing. “No, I won’t.”

“We’ll figure it out together.” His eyes held a certain intensity that sent a shiver down my spine. Then his tone softened. “How are you feeling, sweetheart?”

I understood that his question went beyond the phone call. It was about what we’d shared. I blushed, my heartracing as I met his gaze, which held a depth of emotion that sent my mind spiraling.

“I feel… better than I ever thought I could,” I confessed with a shy smile, my cheeks growing warmer as I recalled the passion and pleasure of our shared night. It was like I could still feel him deep inside of me. My words trailed off, my thoughts too intimate to voice. But I didn’t need to finish my sentence; he already knew how profoundly he had affected me.

Jiro let out a deep breath, a visible sign of his relief, and nodded. I noticed the tension in his body slowly melting away, and I realized how anxiously he must have been awaiting my response. It only endeared him to me even more.

“That’s good. I feared that your reaction to… us might have been different in the light of day,” he admitted, a rare vulnerability seeping into his words. It struck me that he was sharing a deeply private part of himself, something that he likely didn’t do often.

I tilted my head slightly, puzzled by his words. Hadn’t he heard me tell him that I loved him? I had said it, hadn’t I? I remembered feeling him tense against me when those words escaped my lips.

I wanted to ask him what he meant by “us.” It could mean so much and so little at the same time, but it seemed trivial right now. Also, I was just so high, so drunk on all the pleasure he had given me last night, that I feared the answer he would give me might deflate the happy bubble I was in.

My phone beeped, jarring me from my thoughts. I sighed, reluctantly accepting the intrusion of reality. “I need togo. I have work and my mom, you know.”

Jiro nodded, his fingers trailing as he pulled the cover off my leg, his touch lingering and sending a shiver up my spine as he grabbed the arch of my foot and pulled it up to kiss the top of it. “Yes, go take a shower, and I’ll call Hoka. We will need his help to meet with Valdez.”

I could see that involving his friend in all this bothered him, and it made me feel guilty for dragging others into the mess. “Listen, you don’t have to—”

“I know I don’t have to, but I want to,” he interrupted softly, his eyes unwavering as they locked onto mine.

I nodded and got out of the bed, retrieving my clothes along the way. I couldn’t help but smile as I felt his burning gaze on my back, and I swayed my hips a little more than necessary as I disappeared into the bathroom.

Once inside, I started to lather some of the hotel shampoo into my hair when he slipped in behind me, his presence a magnetic pull that I couldn’t resist. He pressed his chest against my back, his warmth seeping into my skin, and his fingers reached out to take over where I left off. His touch was gentle, almost reverent, as he massaged the shampoo into my hair, his fingers working through the strands. The intimacy of the moment was overwhelming, and I closed my eyes, savoring the sensation.

“I know how pro-environment you are, so I thought we might save water and shower together,” Jiro’s voice purred behind me.

I couldn’t help but smile, still keeping my back turned to him. “Oh, do you now?” I teased, the corners of my lips lifting in amusement.

A gaspescaped me as his lips found my neck, his teeth grazing over the sensitive skin. Automatically, I sucked in my stomach, the sudden contact causing goose bumps. His arms wound around my waist, pulling me closer, and I felt the heat of his bare skin and his hard cock against my back. Despite the fact that he had seen, kissed, and licked my entire naked body, the intimate vulnerability of the moment made me self-conscious under the harsh, unforgiving fluorescent light of the bathroom.

His lips brushed against my earlobe, and his warm breath sent my senses into a frenzy. “It’s only me,koibito. Your Jiro,” he whispered, his words a gentle reassurance against the shell of my ear. I exhaled a shaky breath, releasing the tension I didn’t even know I was holding.

As we stood there, the water cascading around us, I realized how fleeting this moment might be. The reality of the outside world could easily wash away this intimacy we were sharing. I was afraid that once we stepped out of this bathroom, the warmth and connection we had would fizzle out, leaving behind the distant and cold Jiro I had known before. I wasn’t ready to say goodbye to this, to him, to the pleasure he had brought into my life. I wanted more, needed more.

“I want more of you,” I found myself admitting, my hand reaching behind me to touch his wet cock. The sensation of his hard length under my fingers sent a jolt of desire through me, and I leaned into him, craving the feeling of him deep inside me. “When you’re inside me…”

“You can have all of me… I’m ridged for your pleasure,” he murmured, his voice filled with a playful charm. I couldhear the smile in his words, and it tugged at my heart, knowing that what he was offering was a moment of rapture in this shower and not the forever I knew I would crave at the end of this journey.

He let his hands glide upward with a featherlight touch, his palms finally cupping my breasts, running his fingers on top of my hardened nipples before pinching them, sending a zing of painful pleasure along my body, causing moisture between my thighs.

He trailed his lips on the back of my neck, letting his right hand slide down to the throbbing part of me, spreading my slit and rubbing slowly. “Ummm, you’re so wet for me, sweetheart. Tell me you like it when I’m inside you.” He grazed his teeth from the curve of my shoulder to my neck and bit it softly.

“Yes…” I let out on a moan, pushing back against him.

He licked the spot he bit. “Ummm, I love the way you taste. You enjoy when I eat you, don’t you?”

“I do.” I rested my hand against the white tiles and looked at his strong fingers playing with the most sensitive part of me, keeping me on the edge of orgasm. “I love how you taste too. I love being on my knees for you.” And that was true. I loved seeing how my mouth brought him to his knees.

He growled, pushing two fingers inside me, thrusting them back and forth slowly. I rested my other hand on the wet tiles.

He removed his hand abruptly, and I let out a pitiful whine.

“I got you; rest your foot on the edge of the tub andhold tight, sweetheart. I’m taking you for a ride.” His voice was commanding, and excitement bubbled inside me as I followed his order, lifting my leg, bracing for the sweet torture his cock was.

He murmured something in Japanese, and he gripped my hips, entering me from behind in a long, swift motion.

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