She shivered. She tried not to, but she couldn’t help it. She had known he was bossy, dominant, a man who knew what he wanted and how to get it. She just hadn’t expected that phenomenal will of his to turn on her in quite this manner.
“You forget, I’ve run for a reason.” Her hands gripped his wrists as she stared up at him. “We’ll break each other’s hearts, Reno.”
She could see the exhaustion marking his face, clearer now than it had been before. A haunting hunger filled his gaze, and Raven knew in the bottom of her soul that she wasn’t going to deny him. For now…for this moment…he needed her. Surely, for the short amount of time he would be here, she could protect her heart. Couldn’t she?
“This is a good idea, Raven.” He lowered his head, his lips whispering over hers. The kiss was soothing, calming. Emotion raged just beneath it, subtle, but intense. Emotions she refused to delve into.
“One of these days, your bossiness is going to get you into trouble,” she warned him as he pulled back, a small smile playing about his passion-swollen lips as he moved away from her to adjust the water in the shower.
She could do it. She took a deep, fortifying breath. It was too late to turn back now anyway. She could have tonight, enjoy his touch, his laughter, the qualities that made him so very unique to her. And when he left, she could let him go without the tears or the rage or the fear. She was strong enough. She didn’t have to love him.
“Come on, baby.” He stepped into the shower, his hand catching her wrist as he pulled her in after him.
“Do you ever ask for anything?" she asked as he sheltered her from the spray and began soaping a washrag.
His smile flashed, filled with amusement and warmth.
“When I have to.”
Raven frowned at that.
“All of you macho SEAL-types are so damned bossy. Reminds me why I steered clear of them.”
Her brother Clint was a SEAL; most of her friends’ brothers were in one part of the armed forces or another. They were all bossy, domineering men who forged their own paths, whether in life or in love. They left, and sometimes they never returned.
“You weren’t steering clear of me, Raven,” he told her then, his hands incredibly gentle as he pressed the washcloth to her chest and began to wash her. “I just let you think you were.”
She snorted mockingly.-She would argue, but that washcloth felt so good, rasping over her flesh, washing away her thoughts as easily as it did the sweat from her body.
She tilted her head back, allowing him to have his way. She had fantasized about this too much, and unfortunately, he was better than the dreams had ever been.
“You should be falling on your feet,” she whispered, the sound of her voice punctuated with a gasp as the cloth moved between her thighs, cleaning her slowly.
“Maybe,” he growled, “I should rest.”
He knelt in front of her, spreading her legs as he lifted one, propping it on the small shelf at the side as the washrag moved over the bare flesh of her pussy.
“Damn, Raven. Do you know how pretty you are? Silky and soft, and so responsive to my touch.” He shifted, allowing the spray to rinse her as he dropped the cloth, using his hands to help dispel the suds there.
Arousal built within her quickly. She knew what he was going to do and she didn’t know if she could bear it.
His fingers moved over the narrow slit, parting her swollen flesh as she fought to get her bearings, to breathe. If she could just breathe, she could maintain her control.
“I’ve dreamed of tasting you…”
Oh God.
“Fucking you with my tongue, sucking that pretty little clit into my mouth…”
She felt her juices gathering, weeping with sensual abandon from her sensitive cunt as her head rolled against the wall of the shower. The explicit, diabolical words made her weak, made her long for him to do it with every fiber of her being.
Her hands braced against the wall and the shower door. She couldn’t touch him. If she touched him, she would beg, plead for him.
“Reno…" Her thin wail filled the shower stall as his tongue swiped through the slit, circled her clit, then disappeared.
Her eyes drifted open as she stared down at him, her legs weakening at the erotic sight of him kneeling before her, his tongue moving in again, circling her clit as he stared up at her.
Not fair. Oh God. She couldn’t stand it.
Her hands moved involuntarily, her fingers digging into his scalp as she parted her legs further, pressing him closer.
“More…,” she panted. “Lick me more.”
He hummed in approval, his tongue dancing in the slick cream that began to coat her as her hips tilted further.
“Oh yes,” she moaned. “Like that, Reno. Lick me all over.”
She was trembling, watching him, feeling his tongue circle her clit, lick along the narrow valley, circling the sensitive opening of her vagina, teasing her with the threat of a sensual thrust into the suddenly hungry depths. His hands were at her buttocks, spreading them open, sending chills racing up her back at the flare of heat that invaded the tiny entrance there. The sensations were building, pulling at her, ripping away the veil of distance she tried to maintain as he teased her with his tongue.
“Reno, do it,” she whispered desperately as his fingers slid lower, parting the folds of her pussy as his tongue teased and tempted. “Please. Please do it.”
“What, baby?" he whispered wickedly. “Tell me. Whatever you want, I’ll give you.”
Her eyes fluttered; her knees weakened. His tongue stroked, taunted, yet never gave her what she knew would throw her over the edge. She wanted it inside her. She wanted to feel his tongue shoving hard inside the snug depths of her pussy as she watched him. Watched him eating her like he loved it, lived for it.
“Do it,” she cried out fiercely. “Dammit, Reno, stop teasing me. Please.”
He flickered over the opening, licking at the juices falling from her as she shuddered at the pleasure. So much pleasure.
“Fuck me with it.” She thrust her hips closer, her hands pressing against his head, her gasping moans turning to a shattered scream when he did as she begged, His tongue plunged deep, filling her, pumping inside her as her orgasm took her by surprise, hurtling her into a rapture she could only give herself to.
“Son of a bitch!" He was on his feet, lifting her, bracing her against the wall a second before he wrapped her legs around his hips and plunged deep inside her.