He finally begins to move in earnest, sliding most of the way out and slamming back in, and suddenly it’s as though he’s been unleashed and can no longer control himself. His thrusts are urgent and hard. His hand closes around my breast, squeezing and tugging on my nipple as his mouth makes love to mine.
I’m building again, my body tightening around him.
“That’s it, Lo, come again.” He bites my shoulder, and I feel his own muscles tighten under my hands, and I know he’s close, beyond the point of return.
“Come with me,” I reply breathlessly as the orgasm consumes me, sending electricity shuddering through me. He growls and stiffens, his own release shooting through him.
As our bodies calm, he pulls away and discards the condom, but instead of joining me back on the bed, he holds his hand out for me and pulls me from the bed with him.
“Where are we going?” I ask drowsily.
He grins and leads me toward the bathroom. “I’m not done with you yet.”
“No?” My heart flutters at the primal look in his eyes.
“Not even close.” He lifts me onto the vanity and kisses me like he’s never kissed me before and never will again. “Stay here.” He turns away to start the shower. When the room is filling with steamy, hot air, he lifts me off the vanity and into the shower.
“I’m a dirty girl,” I tell him with a perfectly straight face.
He grins and lathers his hands with my shower gel. “You are that. I’ve read your books.”
“Well, now I know what all the fuss is about,” I reply without thinking, watching his semi-erect dick sway with his movements.
“What do you mean?” He glides his soapy hands over the tops of my shoulders and down my arms.
“I’ve never had an orgasm while having sex before.”
His hands still on my stomach and his eyes whip up to mine. “Repeat that please.”
“I’d rather not, thanks.” I duck my head in embarrassment. Seriously, I have no filter.
“You’ve never had an orgasm?” he asks incredulously.
“Oh, I’ve had them, just not when I was having sex with a man.”
“Have you had sex with a woman?” He grins.
“Well, I’m a woman, and I’ve had sex with myself, so, yes, technically I have.”
His finger tilts my head up so I can’t avoid his gaze. “How can you write such sexy stories and you don’t know what your characters are feeling?” he asks softly.
I shrug and frown. “I have a great imagination. I’ve also never been a serial killer, but I’ve written about those too, you know.”
“Oh, sweetness.” He kisses my forehead and then smiles devilishly down at me. “Oh, the fun we’re gonna have.”
My thighs clench at his delicious promise. He continues to wash me thoroughly and lazily, then he steps aside so the water rinses the suds away. I reach for the soap and return the favor, examining every inch of his glorious body.
“How did you get this scar?” I trace a thin scar along his right thigh.
“Sledding accident.”
“The sled won?”
“A tree won.” He laughs. “Zack, Josh, and I went sledding on the ranch when we were about nine. I slid right into a tree.”
“Poor baby.” I kiss the scar gently.
“You have the most amazing mouth, Lo.”
I kiss the scar again and grin as I continue to explore Ty’s body. My hands glide up the opposite leg and over his hip. “No tattoos besides the ones on your arm?”
“Nope.” He shakes his head.
“What do the ones on your arm mean?”
“I’ll tell you later. It’s hard to talk when your hands are roaming over me, baby.”
I laugh and stand, and just when he’s going to back away, I grip his cock in my hand and pull up and down, reveling in the smooth velvet over the hardness.
“You have a gorgeous dick,” I say as calmly as if I were talking about the weather.
“Enough,” he mutters, and pins me against the wall of the shower. “Between your hand and your dirty mouth, I can’t take any more.” He lifts me effortlessly and I wrap my legs around his hips and my arms around his neck and smile down at him.
“Fuck,” he growls, and leans his forehead against my shoulder. “I didn’t bring any condoms in here.”
“Um, well, I’m on the pill, Ty. I haven’t been with anyone in almost three years.”
“Three fucking years?” he asks in shock. His head whips up and his eyes search mine. “Oh, sweetheart.”
“I’m fine,” I reply dryly. “The point is, as long as you haven’t been a man-whore, and don’t plan on being one in the near future, we should be good to go.”
He laughs and slides inside me, leans against me, and stays still as his hands cup my ass, holding me up.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he growls. “I’ve never not worn a condom, Lauren.”
His mouth takes mine as he begins hammering into me against the wall. I don’t want him to be gentle this time or worried about hurting me.
I want him to fuck the hell out of me.
And he does.
He’s like a man possessed, pushing violently against me, squeezing the breath from me. “Not gonna last, sweetness.” He grinds his pubic bone against my clit. “Come with me.”
My head falls back and I cry out as we both come apart. He kisses my cheek and my lips softly before lowering me to the floor.
“I’m hungry,” I murmur with a grin.
“Let’s go raid the kitchen.”
CHAPTER
Eight
TY
I turn over and reach for Lo, but she’s not there. I open one bleary eye and scan the room, but she’s nowhere to be found. The bed is still warm where her delectable body was curled up beside me, so she hasn’t been gone long.
It’s only seven in the morning on a Saturday. If she’s already downstairs working, I’m going to drag her ass back up here and bury myself in her for the next few hours.
On second thought, I think I’ll do that anyway, no matter what she’s doing.
I sit up and scratch my head and then notice the note in her pretty handwriting.
Ty,
I’m down at the pool. It’s just off the mudroom out back. Feel free to come down when you wake up.
Lo
She’s swimming. She told me yesterday that she still swims every day¸ and given how tight her body is, it shows. I’ve never been with another woman whose muscles are so toned, yet she’s still soft and curvy in all the right places. Her abs are defined, but she still has round breasts. Her thighs are toned, but not hard.
She’s fucking amazing.
I jump out of bed, not bothering to throw on my boxer briefs, and go in search of her.
The house is cold this morning, just one more reminder that winter is just around the corner. I pad through the kitchen and the mudroom and see the door leading to the pool house.
It’s enclosed in glass. The pool is Olympic length, and three lanes wide, so it’s perfect for swimming laps. A few chairs border the side, along with an open, stand-up shower in the corner.
It smells of chlorine and the air is humid and warm.
But what catches my utmost attention is the stunning woman swimming nude.
She’s swimming away from me. The ink on her back is moving back and forth with each stroke, and her ass pokes up through the water in the rhythm of her movements.
She has her hair tucked in a white swim cap.
When she reaches the end of the pool, she tucks down and pushes off the side, then turns into a backstroke. Her perfect breasts surface out of the water as she moves her arms gracefully and quickly over her head toward me. Her eyes are closed and her breathing is even.
She’s breathtaking to watch.
I wonder what she thinks about when she’s in this space.
She tucks and pushes away from the wall again, back into a front stroke, showing me glimpses of her back and ass.<
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Not wanting to interrupt her, I sit at the side of the pool and dip my feet into the warm water, watching my woman move gracefully back and forth before me.
In the time I’ve been here, I’ve counted twenty-five laps.
She finally stops and stands in the pool, bouncing on the balls of her feet, her breasts peeking over the waterline. She’s panting. She pushes the water off her face and pulls the cap off her hair, letting it fall around her shoulders.
The attraction is swift and hot, like lightning in a night sky.
She turns and sees me sitting at the side of the pool.
“Good morning.” I smile and push off the side into the water.
“Hey, I’m sorry, have you been here long?”
“Long enough to be staggered by your graceful body in this water.”
Her big blue eyes go round. She stands still as I approach her and pull her into my arms.
“You’re beautiful in the water,” I whisper.
“You look pretty hot in here yourself,” she whispers back with a grin.
Unable to resist her delicious lips for another second, I cover them with my own. She tastes of chlorine and toothpaste and Lauren.
I’m addicted to her sweet mouth. I pull her legs around my hips, easily moving her through the water to the edge of the pool. Her hot pussy molds around my cock. I didn’t think I could get harder, but I just did.
One touch of her, and she undoes me.
I brace her against the pool so I can touch her face, her breasts. Her skin is so smooth.
“Ty?”
“Yes, beautiful?” I kiss the soft skin below her ear.
“Please.” She hitches her legs higher on my hips and I know she wants me to push inside her and fuck her blind here in the pool.
And I fully intend to.
But I can’t stop kissing her.
I scrape my teeth along her jawline to the corner of her lips, cup her tight ass in my hands, and slide into her waiting heat.
“Fuck me, you’re so damn tight,” I growl against her mouth. She moans, leans her head back against the lip of the pool, and moves her hips rhythmically with mine as I pump in and out of her, slow and steady.
I don’t want this to be over too fast.
Her breasts are cresting the water, begging for my mouth. The nipple tightens in my lips as I suck on it, becoming a hard nub.
God, I love her tits.
She cries out and grinds her hips against me, wanting more friction.
“Harder, Ty, please.”
“You want it rough, sweetness?”
“God, yes!”
I pull out of her and turn her away from me. “Grip the side of the pool.” She follows my command, and I loop one arm around her lower belly, holding her up in the water, and push inside her, hard, in one swift motion.
“Yes!” she cries, and I pull out and slam back inside her, hard, setting a new rhythm. Slower but harder, burying myself balls-deep with each thrust.
My free hand glides from the nape of her neck to the small of her back, over the bright tattoo between her slender shoulders as the water splashes loudly around us, waves rippling over the side of the pool. Our moans and sighs are bouncing off the glass around us, echoing in the sexiest song I’ve ever heard.
I feel her body tighten, her grip on the pool intensifies, her fingertips white with exertion. Her pussy pulses around me, those tight muscles ripple and milk me, until my eyes roll back in my head.
“Ah, fuck, Lo, I’m not gonna last if you keep doing that.”
She laughs and squeezes me harder, the little vixen. I grip her hair in my hand and pull back, exposing her neck to my mouth as I lean over her body and pound harder, sending the water around us into a frenzy.
“You want me to come inside you?” I growl.
“God, yes,” she moans as I sink my teeth into her shoulder. The base of my back tingles, and I feel my balls tighten and lift, and just as she cries out and grips my dick like a fucking vise, I explode inside her, jerking my hips uncontrollably.
Fucking hell, I just took her in the pool like a fucking animal.
And damn if I don’t want to do it again.
I slide out of her and turn her into my arms. Her lips seek out my own and I happily oblige her silent request, kissing and nibbling her beautiful, plump lips.
“Come on, beautiful.” I climb out of the pool with her steady in my arms. “Let’s get in the shower.”
“Okay.” She curls up against me, her face buried in my neck. “I think that was the best morning workout of my life.”
“Definitely not a bad way to start the day.” I chuckle and kiss her forehead softly. She curls up in my arms and rests her head on my shoulder as I carry her upstairs. “Can I stay with you this weekend?”
“I have to work.” She frowns and looks up at me with worried eyes. “But I want you to stay.”
“I can run home and grab some work of my own, pack an overnight bag, and bring back some breakfast if you like.”
Her smile is wide and brighter than the sun in Tahiti. “I’d love that.”
“Okay, shower first.”
“Good idea.”
The sound of Lauren’s fingers clicking on her keyboard is surprisingly soothing. I’m sitting in her chaise lounge with my own laptop on my lap, and a pile of paperwork beside me on an end table.
We’ve been working for the better part of the day, taking breaks to eat and stretch before jumping back in. Her work ethic staggers me.
I’ve watched her smoothly move from her Word document to her e-mail, answer a phone call, answer a question on social media, and then dive back into her project.
I have no idea how she doesn’t lose her concentration.
She also talks to herself, and her characters, while she writes, which I find absolutely hilarious.
“No, damn you, I don’t want you to say that until the next chapter,” she murmurs, then groans in frustration.
Completely adorable.
“I’m going to go outside and make a phone call, baby.”
She mumbles and waves me off, not paying attention to me as I chuckle and leave the room, then step out onto her front porch and call my friend Brad Hull, one of Cunningham Falls’ police detectives.
“Hull,” he answers immediately.
“Hey, it’s Ty.”
“What’s up?”
“I need a favor.” I take a deep breath, gazing out over the trees bordering Lo’s property. “I want to know everything there is to know about Lo’s ex-husband, Jack.”
“Did something happen?” Brad asks, his voice hard.
“He was an asshole at the charity gala, and Lo has said that he’s threatened her. I talked her into filing an order of protection, but I don’t trust the fucker. Just because there’s a piece of paper that says he can’t come near her doesn’t mean he still won’t.”
“So, the rumors are true.” Brad’s voice softens, taunting me. “You’ve got a thing for Lauren Cunningham.”
“We’re seeing each other.”
“I’m glad you talked her into filing the protection order, and that she has you looking out for her. I don’t have to run his background check. I already did that when she first separated from him.”
“What’s on it?” I prepare to hear the worst.
“Not a fucking thing,” he replies with frustration.
“You’re kidding.”
“Nope. Never been arrested, no abuse or harassment suits. He’s squeaky-clean.”
“Not anymore.” I lean on the porch railing, scowling.
“He’s not going to be happy when words gets out around town that she filed that order and embarrassed him. Not to mention, he works with kids, so it could threaten his job.”
“Good,” I reply immediately. “We’ll keep our eyes open.”
“Thanks for the heads-up.”
I end the call and scrub my hand over my face. Fuck. It didn’t occur to me that the order could jeopardize Jack’s jo
b at the school, but Brad’s right. Not that it matters. She needed to file, for her own protection.
We’ll deal with any aftermath together.
I return to Lo’s office and grin when I see she’s still sitting exactly as she was when I left. I turn my attention back to my own work, responding to e-mail and drafting letters to clients.
Suddenly my phone vibrates with an incoming text.
Lauren: You look hot sitting over there.
I glance up to find her staring at her computer screen, smiling while biting her lower lip.
“I’m right here, you know.”
She doesn’t respond and I go back to my e-mail. Within seconds, I have another text. She must be using iMessage on her Mac.
Lauren: I think you should work naked.
“I’m sitting in the same room. There is no need to text me.” My voice sounds stern, but I’m grinning. She is so funny. I love her playful side. She still doesn’t acknowledge my words, just pretends like she’s still working.
Lauren: Don’t be a killjoy. Take off your shirt. We’ll call it research.
I laugh and shake my head, then respond to her text: Heads up.
She looks over at me as I throw a pillow at her, making her laugh out loud uncontrollably.
“You did not just throw that pillow at me.” She laughs.
“I’m right here. Talk to me.”
“Okay.” She wipes tears of laughter from the corner of her eye. “Take off your shirt.”
“I will if you will.”
She raises her eyebrows in surprise and tilts her head in thought. “Hmm, that could be interesting. Okay.” She whips her T-shirt over her head, leaving her in a lacy, white bra. “Your turn.”
I reach over my head and pull my T-shirt off and throw it on the floor before leaning back against the cushion. “Happy?”
“Mmm.” Her blue eyes rake up and down my torso. “Very happy.” Then she turns back to her computer and continues to tap her pink-tipped nails on her keyboard.
“Seriously?” I laugh.
“What?” She doesn’t even look my way, but her lips are set in a smug line.
“I just got half-naked and you’re going back to work?”
“I told you, I needed you to strip for research.”
“Research for what?” I ask curiously.
“My character has tattoos up and down his arm, and I wanted to see yours.”
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