Page 33 of Hollywood Games
‘Noooooooooo!’
She scooped him up but it was too late. For the first time, Basil had had an accident. He’d sensed her stress and delivered a full bladder’s worth of urine into her hair. She looked sternly at him. ‘Did Barbara put you up to this?’ Basil twitched his nose at her. She rolled her eyes and put him in his cage, then took off her clothes and got into the shower.
The hot water washed through her hair and down over her skin. It had been over twenty-four hours since she’d had sex and her body was craving Rory’s like a wanton traitor. She let out a sigh, her fingertips following the rivulets of water over her breasts. She stroked them, imagining him touching her. As she grazed across her nipples, sharp stabs of desire shot through her abdomen, and she brought her hand between her legs, feeling her slick wetness. She jumped as she heard the door of the cabin open and Rory calling out.
‘Zoe?’
She switched the shower off and called back. ‘I’m in the bathroom.’
She heard him outside the door. ‘Should I wait out here?’
Her mind told her to make him wait, but the rest of her demanded otherwise and moved her vocal cords before her brain could catch up. ‘No, come in,’ she said, switching the shower back on. He entered the bathroom and stood on the other side of the glass, hope and lust in his eyes. He opened his mouth, but Zoe cut him off. ‘Don’t speak. Just take off your clothes.’
He didn’t hesitate. He lifted his shirt up and off his powerful chest, undid the buttons on his trousers and dropped them to the floor. He pulled the waistband of his pants down, freeing his enormous cock, already rigid, and stepped into the shower. The shower may have been wet, but Zoe’s mouth was dry. He was the most magnificent man she had ever seen. He took her into his arms, one hand holding the back of her head, the other sliding down to cup her bottom. He kissed her lips open, coaxing out a low moan, pressing against her, his shaft pushing insistently into her belly. After a moment he pulled back. She could see his uncertainty. ‘Zoe, I—’
She brought her finger to his lips. ‘Shhh.’ Now was not the time for words. She reached into his hair, crushing his lips to hers as she brought her legs around him, dragging his hard body closer. He groaned as he met her need, then lifted her to sit back on the shelf. He fell to his knees, spread her legs, and sank his tongue into the centre of her pleasure, licking in hard fast strokes from her entrance to her clitoris. She cried out, pulling him closer as waves of pleasure roared through her.
He slowly inserted two fingers inside her, curling the tips back towards him, rubbing them against the top wall, as if beckoning her climax towards him. She was breathing hard and fast, her head dizzy as she rested it back in helpless surrender. Her legs twitched involuntarily and he moved his tongue faster. As she reached the apex of the rollercoaster, pressure built up. He pushed her higher, then over the edge. She dropped, plummeting down with a rush, a long cry echoing out, as she stiffened and convulsed around him, her orgasm racing through her body. He rode out the waves with long slow licks of his tongue, but as she relaxed, he started again, inching a third finger into her, and sucking on her clitoris. She jerked and her hands fluttered to his head as if to push him away, but he gave no quarter.
Rushing sensations pounded at the edges of her skin. Another orgasm was building. Rory chased it forward, vibrating his tongue against her, his fingers working to amplify every feeling. The release broke over her, almost painful in its sweetness, sending tingling shocks all the way to the end of her toes, making her flex her hands, arch her feet and clamp his head between her thighs. She was filled with blinding sensation, radiating in waves of pleasure.
As the feelings gently ebbed, she pulled him up. He stood before her, his hair a mass of dripping curls, the shower raining down the angled lines of his muscles, his wolf eyes locked on her. He slowly took his fingers from her and brought them to his mouth. As he stared at her, she spread her legs wider, brought one hand down her wet body to spread her lips, the other up to beckon him towards her. His composure broke and he nudged the end of his cock into her, as she squirmed against the resistance. She held onto him, digging her nails into the hard ridges of muscle down his sides, urging him deeper. She felt his restraint, but angled her hips, her nails nearly drawing blood, until he relented and plunged his solid length into her with a hoarse cry.
He stilled, buried inside her, then brought his lips back to her breast, sucking on her nipple. She clenched around his cock in response, and brought her legs up behind him, holding her to him. He began long, powerful thrusts, circling her clitoris with his fingers as she cried out into his hair, frantically kneading his back, her body filling with rushes of light each time he plunged into her.
He moved to her other breast, licking and sucking till the nipple was hot and hard. Her legs trembled, twitching around the back of his thighs, and he moved faster, lifting his head to kiss her. He kissed her like he was consuming her, drinking her in, as she built to a point of no return, then shattered around him. He swallowed her cries of pleasure as her muscles locked around his cock. He let go with a harsh cry, pumping deep inside her.
He rested his head on her shoulder. Zoe switched the shower off before it got cold, and they remained bonded together, breathing fitfully as water dripped from their bodies onto the floor.
‘I love you, Zoe,’ Rory whispered into her hair.
She kissed him. ‘I love you too.’
He lifted his head to look at her, his face serious.
‘Zoe, please will you—’
Zoe put her hand to his mouth, silencing him. ‘Don’t you dare, Rory MacGinley.’
His eyes sparkled as he spoke against her palm. ‘Pass me the towel?’
Zoe pulled herself off him, grabbed the towel and slapped him with it as he laughed. ‘You’re a very bad man! Trying to take advantage of me in my weakened state.’ He pushed the door of the shower open to escape her but she was after him, spiralling the towel into a whip and chasing him around the cabin. After landing a few stinging blows across his perfect backside, he turned on her, pinning her arms and kissing her until she stopped resisting. He took the towel, dried her, then carried her the short distance to the bed. He dried himself, hung the towel up and got under the covers, holding her to him.
‘I’m sorry for being such a dick yesterday.’
‘I know you didn’t mean it.’
‘No. I meant every word. I want you to be my wife. In my head we’re married already, I just forgot to ask you and go through with the ceremony. Yesterday I was pissed off and scared and spoke without thinking. Then I panicked and tried to give you what I was told was the perfect proposal.’
Zoe sighed. ‘You’ve got to behave yourself around Brad. I have absolutely no interest in anyone other than you. You have to trust me.’
He hugged her closer. ‘I do trust you. I just don’t trust him.’
‘It’s only going to be a few weeks. Then things will calm down.’
‘Calm down? With you running the show? I can’t see that happening.’ He manoeuvred himself above her. ‘So, when am I allowed to propose?’
‘I would wait until you have a half-decent chance of me saying yes. And if Lucy or your mother have any part in it, then god help you.’
