Page 154 of Resurfaced Passion
A sick little rush spiked her guilt. She could almost hear the sounds of the heaviness gathering inside her the longer Paige went on looking at a wet, naked Reaper.
Guilt and lust, stacked up, ten deep inside her brain, but of course it was the lust that won. She could be guilt-ridden every other second of the day, right now she was in need.
Before she knew it she was dropping her clothes at the speed of light. Off came her uniform, she kicked her floral Skechers in two different directions, her fingers desperately peeling down the thigh high stockings.
Fatigue dogged her slow steps, but her pumping heart was all too eager to climb into the steam with her beautiful man.
His hair was scraped back wetly from his face and he had his head canted down under the water, he looked like a God of Thunder bathing as she glided the door open and only then did he look up. Twin tawny fires burned down to her soul.
Instantly Reaper used his hands on her waist to pull her the rest of the way in, plastering her to the wall under the square shower head up above.
Sexy biker lips took hers.
He was every illegal drug rushing through her blood.
That first squeeze of desire stole her breath every time. Even though now she’d tasted him, kissed every inch of that sinful body, she’d sat astride the stomach with the quilted blocks of muscles and rolled her hands all over his chest, she knew how hard he felt. But as she got up close and personal with her man’s body, her breath was literally stolen from her lungs.
Both of Reaper’s hands stole over her head, one at the back holding her close, the other brushed hair from her forehead.
She didn’t warrant his fussing; she didn’t deserve the care and attention he gave to her. The way he got up thirty minutes early to make sure the coffee was hot before he climbed back into bed to wake her. Or the way he cut the crusts off her sandwiches or rubbed her feet at the end of a hard shift. She definitely didn’t deserve how hard and long he loved her, but she soaked it all up like a greedy sponge.
Onslaught of emotions. Flapping of butterflies in her stomach and she leaned in ever so slightly to let him feel the crazy, intense emotions inside her too.
Being loved by him in the fiercest way? It’s a wonder her feet weren’t permanently two feet off the floor.
“You look exhausted, baby.” His frown came with a delicious side order of lips roaming across her face. She leaned into him and basked like a lizard in the sun.
“You look so fuckable,” she blurted, unable to see past anything but their sexual fog.
He was utterly breath-taking just how his big body filled out clothes. But out of them? She needed a defibrillator. Lifting her arms, she looped both around his neck, shuffled in closer until his hard arousal made itself known against her stomach. Her brain emptied when his hands slid down to hold her hips.
“What you gonna do with me looking so fuckable, bug?”
His smirk warmed her belly. “I’m going to let you fuck me right here against this wall until I’m a panting wreck. Give me your best, baby.”
Maybe it was the excess of exhales letting him know how badly she needed him or the endearment, but she was lifted into the air and on an excited laugh she wrapped her legs around his lean waist, and nothing was left in her mind as Reaper’s smile blocked out the dirty money she transported to a Russian guy.
She blocked out the whole two-minute exchange. It faded away into the background as she crushed Reaper’s mouth and swallowed his grunt.
Feeling how he reacted to the slightest touch, this was all she craved to wash away her sins.
It was unbearably sexy the way he watched himself fix the crown of his cock to her opening in a move she now knew he must have been doing for years, notching just a little of the way in. Paige mewled, feeling lightheaded and impatient as she tried to make him get all the way in.
“I don’t want to hurt you.” He groaned into her waiting lips. She sucked at his mouth like a starving baby cub, going this way and that way, her arms and legs so needy as they latched around him.
Water came from the square shower head above, dripping down their joined bodies. Wet and glistening, she couldn’t stand it a moment longer being separated from him.
“Hurt me,” she whined. She didn’t care if her body was bone dry—she was sopping wet—she wanted him inside her. “Make it hurt.” Paige was solely a heartbeat and full lungs when he grunted and shoved forward, knocking her butt into the wall, his hand at the back of her head protecting her.
But, oh…He was deep. So deep she cried out with joy.
“My love,” another rough slam. “What am I gonna do with you, huh?”
He fucked her like a monster and loved her like a king.
How lucky she was.
There was nothing but affection in her eyes as she held Reaper’s head on both sides while he railed her good and deep.
