Lone Rider (41 page)

             
“I’ll use the other bathroom,” he whispered hoarsely, stepping away.

             
“Wait.”

             
The word hung in the air, stretching between them.

             
Tess met his gaze and knew she held the moment. He would do whatever she asked. Give her whatever she wanted.

             
And God, she
wanted
.

             
She put her hand on his chest, stopping him from leaving. “I need you,” she whispered boldly, going up on tiptoe to press a kiss to his mouth. “To wash my back.”

             
Her invitation undid Grey. He growled, pulling her closer, pressing her against his arousal. “Is that all you need?”

             
Her eyes grew dark, dilated. “No.”  Her hands dropped to his jeans, fondling him through the coarse denim. “I need this.” 

             
Grey groaned, then caught her wrists. “Let me shave. First.”  He brushed a kiss to her lips, then released her, and disappeared into the bathroom.

             
Tess took advantage of the moment to catch her breath. She wanted Grey so bad it was frightening. No second thoughts. No regrets. Just pure, raw, desire. There would be no turning back.

             
She stripped off her clothes and stood outside the bathroom door. She thought back to the first time she and Grey had made love. It had been extraordinary. He’d been such a tender, giving lover. And each time they’d made love after that had simply been better and better.

             
She heard the water running in the shower, knew Grey had finished shaving. She thought of him naked and ready. Waiting. For her.

             
It was time
.

             
She stepped inside the steamy bathroom and saw his muted outline behind the glass shower door.

             
Grasping her courage in hand, she opened the door slightly and drew in a sharp breath. Grey stood under the spray, eyes closed, water sluicing down his sharp cheekbones, dripping off the sexy cleft of his chin. His arms were raised, the muscles bunched as he rinsed shampoo from his hair.

             
She spied the Celtic cross tattoo, a reminder that Grey and Dallas were one and the same. She loved both.

             
Her eyes drifted down, admiring his well-muscled chest, the dark hair that arrowed down toward his trim waist to his erection. His engorged shaft sprang upward, curving heavily from a nest of dark curls. Huge. Thick. Throbbing. And hers for the taking.

             
Grey stepped forward, shaking the water from his eyes. He’d known the minute she’d entered. He’d watched her through slitted eyes as she admired his body, her glance lingering, shifting slowly lower.

             
Yeah, he’d enjoyed watching her look, liked the way her eyes had widened slightly when she saw how ready he was. He’d let her look her fill, gave her time to change her mind.
But not much
...

             
When she stepped into the shower he opened his arms. She moved into his embrace, let him shift her around so she was under the spray. Her hands went up, smoothing back her hair, wetting it completely.

             
He groaned. “You look sexy as hell.”  His hands crept up, catching her breasts, weighing them and reveling in their new fullness. She’d been more than a handful before getting pregnant. Now she burgeoned. And they’d onl
y get bigger? He’d surely die.

             
He captured her nipples between his thumbs and index fingers, rolling the twin peaks, testing their sensitivity. Tess moaned, biting her lip.

             
“Feel good?” he asked, tugging lightly. Testing. Watching pleasure slacken her features.

             
“It feels divine.”  She reached down, wanting to stroke Grey.

             
He sidestepped her, reaching for shampoo. “Shower, first. Remember? Turn around.”

             
Reluctantly, Tess obliged, turning her back to Grey. He purposely pressed his erection against her back as he soaped her hair. Tess responded, rubbing her fanny against him.

             
“So finish telling me about the horny part
,
”
he urged.

             
Tess glanced over her shoulder, confused.

             
“Before we go
t interrupted,” he reminded her,
“
y
ou were just starting to explain the horny part of pregnancy.”

             
She closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of his fingers as they massaged shampoo into her scalp, recalling the feel of his fingers, elsewhere. “Elise says pregnancy heightens the sex drive of certain women. They think about it constantly.”

             
“Do you?”

             
Loaded question
, she thought. “I don’t think all of it’s the pregnancy. I’ve thought about it constantly. Since meeting you.”  The words came out in a tortured whisper.

             
Her admission nearly undid him. He had her back pressed fully against him now, his shaft sliding sinuously along the cleft of her bottom, the warm spray of water gilding their flesh. His hands drifted forward, lightly teasing her nipples.

             
Then he turned her in his arms and caught her lips in a demanding kiss. “
You’re all I’ve thought about for months.  Come here.
.”

             
She
stepped closer
and
ran her hands down his chest, exulting in the feel of hard muscle beneath wet soapy skin. His arousal burned against her abdomen begging for her touch. Unable to resist, her fist closed around him, stroking firmly, the way he liked.

             
He seemed to grow impossibly harder, longer, in her grasp. Her hand slipped up and down his throbbing flesh, fascinated by this part of him.

             
Grey deepened the kiss, his tongue sweeping fully into her mouth.
Sweet Jesus
! She’d make him come if she kept up that motion much longer. Unable to stop himself, he pumped against her fist. Hard. Once, twice. Then pulled away.

             
“Let’s rinse your hair,” he growled.

             
Tess ducked back under the spray, as eager as he was to reach the bed. She felt very close to the edge, knew he was too. She rinsed the soap clean, then moved to let Grey under the water.

             
But he had other ideas. He’d used those few seconds to regain an iron control. He looked at her, eyes glinting with new determination. And held up a bottle of conditioner.

             
She shook her head. “Takes too long.”

             
He grinned, opening the cap. “Three to five minutes.”  He squirted a generous dollop of creamy conditioner into his hand, the sound oddly erotic. “I can keep you busy three to five minutes.”

             
He pulled her away from the water and quickly slathered her long locks with the cream. Then he kissed her again. Fierce. Demanding.

             
“Don’t move,” he whispered, running kisses down her neck. His mouth moved lower, capturing first one pouty nipple, then the other. He touched her with only his mouth, elongating the nipple by sucking, then grazing his teeth against the sensitized nub.

             
Tess groaned, especially when his mouth clamped tightly over her, sucking hard. She could feel the first tingling of orgasm ripple over her and Grey wasn’t touching her anywhere below the waist. He didn’t even have a hand on her. Only his mouth. And tongue. And teeth.

             
She panted, fighting the sensation. Until he sucked even harder. She screamed, writhing frantically, grabbing for him as her first orgasm hit. But he stayed out of reach, pulling back just slightly, before switching to her other breast and wringing yet another orgasm from her.

             
Not stopping, he dropped to his knees spreading wildfire kisses across her swollen abdomen, and lower. His fingers parted her, exposing delicate flesh.

             
“Spread your legs,” he bid.

             
Helpless, she complied. Taking his time, he inserted a long, thick finger inside her, probing, teasing, gradually slipping past her body’s resistance. “You’re wet. Dripping. And your clit’s hard.”

             
He flicked his thumb over it, then drew her to his mouth. His tongue traced her, licking and sucking, while his hands curved around her hips, holding her immobile as he focused fully on that one, single spot.

             
Electricity jolted down her spine, all feeling centered on the exact place Grey’s mouth loved her.

             
“No,” she cried. But her fingers were already tangled in his hair, holding him in place. Afraid, yet trusting, having never experienced this degree of sensual gratification.

             
Her hips bucked forward, urging him on. She rocked up on her toes and back, again and again, defenseless against the onslaught, unable to stop the waves of pleasure that were rapidly building.

             
She screamed his name, but Grey didn’t remove his mouth until the last tremor of orgasm waned. He stood, pulling her gently forward, holding her briefly before turning her back under the water. “To rinse out the conditioner,” he reminded her.

             
Tess stared at him, astounded by what he’d done to her. For her. And he hadn’t even entered her yet, hadn’t experienced his own release, while she’d orgasmed at least three times.

             
She glanced down at his erection. It was enormous now. The head was deep red, nearly crimson and looked painfully swollen, ready to burst.

             
“Come on,” he urged.

             
Shaking her head, Tess grabbed the bar of soap from the ceramic holder and held it up.

             
“I’m not finished.”  And very deliberately she dropped the soap.

             
His sharp intake of air sounded agonizing.

             
Moving slowly, Tess lowered to her knees in front of him. She looked up, catching his gaze, holding it. The thought of him in her mouth made her shake with hot anticipation. But first...

             
She shifted her focus, reaching for his rigid penis. He was as stiff as he looked. Enthralled, she ran her hand down the length of him. And back. Measuring. He shuddered, groaning, the sound alluring, inviting.

             
She closed her hand around him, fascinated by the failure of her fingers to span his circumference, and his reaction as she tried. The skin here was incredibly soft, stretched over heated steel. So hot it burned. Would it scald her?

             
She shivered
, eager to try,
yet dubious. “Will it fit in my mouth?”

             
Grey hissed, could barely speak. “Try.”

             
Growing bold, she held him firmly at the base and kissed only the tip. Then she ran her tongue along the flanged edge.

Grey bucked, a violent, controlled surge of power.

             
“You like?” she asked.

             
“I like,” he growled.

             
“Good.”  She felt his hands move to grasp her head as her mouth closed fully over the head. Instinctively, she drew him in f
a
rther, then withdrew, boring down, drawing back, mimicking the dance of life.

             
He swore. Wicked, nasty words. Erotic. The guttural tones excited her.

             
“I assume I’m doing this part right.”  She repeated the motion.

             
He sucked air between clenched teeth not certain whether he wished to live or die. “Baby, you’re doing just fine.”

             
She ran a hand across his tight buttocks, let her fingers edge downward along the cleft. “Put your hands behind your neck,” she whispered. “And spread
your
legs.” 

             
She reached up, cupping his heavy sac, experimenting, fondling his swollen testicles before closing her mouth over his hot penis yet again. He heaved forward slightly, once, as if unable to stop himself.

             
Encouraged, she took him deeper, tracing her tongue along the veined underside. Allowing herself to explore the delicious sensation fully. He groaned in approval as her busy hands clenched him
there
yet again.