Page 54 of Smooth Sailing
“You,” he said into her mouth.
He held her waist and slammed into her with enough force that she gripped the headboard. She bared down on him; the friction and his brutal thrusts had another orgasm building.
She’d have been shocked, but her body was too busy shaking, and her brain was wiped of everything all but base need. “Shit. Fuck. I think I’m gonna come again,” she gasped.
Their lips met as she rode him hard, and he matched her intensity, slamming them together. Her climax crashed through her, stealing her breath and any chance of shouting his name.
Sweaty and sated, her muscles went slack and pliant. Flipping them over, he pounded into her relentlessly, his movements erratic and his gaze locked on hers. Urging him on with her hips, she wrapped her arms tightly around him, short fingernails digging into his back.
Then he broke. His body went rigid as his mouth, resting on her neck, pressed into her with startling force. She felt the outline of his teeth against her skin as a final, resonant groan shuddered through him.
The full wonderful weight of his body landed on hers for a quick moment before he rolled onto his side. After some time, he kissed her temple and said, “Be right back.”
They’d left a light on somewhere in the house, and she admired the view of him walking to the ensuite bathroom. He was probably disposing of the condom, but she missed him.
That was an alarming thought, but one to worry about tomorrow. No, even better, she’ll worry about it when they leave Traverse City.
He returned to the bed, and she nestled against his chest. Her eyelids fluttered closed, and she savored the afterglow. A delicious languor spread through her limbs. Part of it was the multiple orgasms, which was rare enough, butthat wasn’t all of it. There was something more, an ineffable connection that thrilled and terrified her. She longed to believe it was mutual, yet a nagging doubt whispered that it might be just her imagination, a projection of her desires.
Needing to lighten her dangerous thoughts, she joked, “Damn, Max if I would’ve known it’d be this great between us I would’ve let you keep going at the pineapple house. Hell, I’d let the Thompsons take pictures, invite friends over. I. Would. Not. Have. Cared.”
His deep belly laugh filled the room. She absolutely loved the sound. It was better than her favorite song.
“Does that mean I’ve slackened that greedy appetite of yours?” He kissed her neck. “Or do we need to go for around two?”
“Seriously?” She sat up and stared at him, trying to gauge if he was joking. “You could go for another round?”
“Maybe not right this second,” he admitted. “But if you get back on top of me. Start moving that ass again, I’m sure I can get ready in no time.”
“Damn,Ineed a break. I don’t want you to break me.”
His brows pulled tight. “Was I too rough?”
She ran her thumb over the crease. “No. You were exactly what I needed.”
“Past tense?” He rested a hand on her hip.
“I definitely want more in my future,” she replied.
“For the next two weeks while we’re here?” he asked.
“Yes.”
He began drawing circles on her hip with his fingertips. “And after?”
Her heart leaped at the possibility, but her fears screamed to be cautious. It was safer to postpone his question. She needed more time to see if she could trust him with more than her body. “Remember, we’ll worry about that after we return home.”
His lipsflattened for a beat before his smile returned. He kissed her once, light and quick, sitting up and bringing her with him.
“Where are we going?” she asked.
“To the shower. I’m gonna clean you up and massage any parts that might be sore.”
She let him carry her to the ensuite bathroom. He sat her on the counter, then turned on the shower. She started to scoot off, planning to get under the spray, but he shook his head and picked her back up.
Under the hot spray, he shampooed and conditioned her hair, giving her one of the best scalp and neck massages of her life. Then he grabbed the soap, lathered it up, and washed her. She shouldn’t let him take care of her. It did things to her heart that she didn’t want to happen.
She wouldn’t let him in, but she could let him take care of her, at least for tonight. Tomorrow, she’d remember to pull back into that safe zone where emotions don’t rule her.
