“Come, Carly,” he breathed as he reached between them and stroked her clit.
She threw her head back and came. Heat flooded his already boiling groin and he barreled over the edge after her. He growled her name and spilled his seed between them. She slumped forward, her head resting on his chest. His arms circled her waist and he held her close. The urgent demand to hold her tight and never let go was only eased by the way she snuggled in and kissed him. With her hand placed over his heart, she toyed with the light dusting of hair around his nipple. Content, Saxon closed his eyes and laid in the rapidly cooling bath—not ready to move and disturb the moment yet.
The cold brought an end to the idyllic spell that surrounded them. Goose bumps covered Carly’s back and she shivered as the chill sank into her. Saxon reluctantly eased her away to give him room to stand. She stood when he did but he stopped her from stepping out of the tub. He hopped out and slung a towel around his hips then grabbed a second before turning to help her. The large bath sheet he placed around her covered more than it revealed and he briskly patted her dry.
He used a second, smaller towel to squeeze the excess water from her hair. Carly knocked his hands away when he attempted to twist her hair into the towel and did it herself. Hands free, he dried himself. Both of them stood in the brightly lit room in only towels and for a moment, even after everything they’d done, he felt awkward and tongue-tied. Saxon had never suffered from insecurity. Since touching Carly he’d experienced a lot of new emotions.
In a few short hours his whole world had altered and there was nothing he could do, or wanted to do to change it back. He didn’t regret one minute or anything they’d done. The woman in front of him had been burrowing her way under his skin from the first time he’d seen her and he would bet his beloved company he’d never get her out. Not that he wanted to. No, what he wanted was for her to feel the same.
His stomach growled and the sound echoed off the tiled walls. He grinned—his body had given him the perfect next move. Dinner.
“I guess that’s my cue to order something to eat.”
With his hand at the small of her back, he urged Carly out of the bathroom. When she headed for the bedroom door he twined his fingers with hers and swung her around into him.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
“Um…to get dressed?”
“Nuh-uh. No clothes for the rest of the weekend.”
“But—”
“Nope. I want nothing between me and what I want.” He pressed his lips to hers. “And what I want is you.”
He slanted his mouth more firmly over hers. She softened beneath him and he thrust out his tongue to invade the dark recesses he knew lay beyond her lips. The kiss turned lush and heavy and had them both breaking free, gasping for air. He could see the spark of excitement in her eyes and knew she would see the same in his. It didn’t take much to have them panting and craving more, but neither had eaten in hours and they’d already used an amazing amount of energy they needed to replace. They needed food before they engaged in any more sex.
“Damn, you sure do tempt me to forget everything but you.” He nudged her toward the bed. “Go lie down. I’ll order us some food before we collapse from exhaustion.”
He swatted her ass as she stepped away. She jumped and yelped at the unexpected sting. It reminded him of what he’d said in the bar about punishing her. Maybe he’d see about spanking her ass for being so forward earlier, he grinned, she’d earned one even if she was clueless about her brazen behavior.
Carly fell on the bed, every muscle, joint and bone ached. Sex with Saxon beat any workout she’d ever subjected her body to. She’d be lucky if she didn’t have bruises. Nothing they’d done had hurt but the whole experience was tainted with a razor-edged desire that exploded into the most intense sexual encounter of her life. One she couldn’t wait to do again, even with the protest every inch of her was making about the first time.
The bath had helped, but muscles long unused were bound to be a little sore when you put them through the wringer. And she’d done that and more. Carly prided herself on being fit but with an inactive sex life, she wasn’t surprised by the pain she now endured. It was a good kind of pain, though, tinged with satisfaction. She rolled to her side and watched the door for Saxon’s return. The rough tones of his voice were a low murmur from the other room as he ordered their meal. Her stomach gurgled and she realized how hungry she felt.