Or she wasn’t in there at all.
I could easily knock on her door to find out, but I wasn’t sure I could face her if she answered, and I was absolutely sure I couldn’t take it if she didn’t.
Hoping I would be better equipped to handle the situation after a good night’s sleep, I retreated to my own room with a sigh of resignation.
Though it was late enough to go to bed, my emotions were too frazzled for sleep. And I was cold. My evening walk had set a chill in my bones that lingered even in the warm house. While I wished it was Reeve warming me up, a hot shower would be just as effective at raising my body temperature and would also calm my nerves.
I stripped, tossing my clothes onto the chair in the corner of my room, then went to start the shower. I turned the water on without getting in, sticking my hand under the stream until it was hot enough. Then I crossed to the linen closet at the other end of the bathroom and picked out a couple of towels. When I shut the door, I turned back toward the shower and nearly jumped out of my skin.
“Reeve!” I patted my breastbone, trying to calm the thudding in my chest. “Goddammit, you scared the hell out of me.” Between his sneaky arrival and the lurking cowboy outside, I wouldn’t have been surprised if I was on my way to a heart attack.
His lip curled up with amusement.
I scowled. “I’m glad you think sending me to an early grave is funny.” But I wasn’t really irritated by his arrival in the least. I was glad, and I was certain the accelerated tempo of my heart rate had as much to do with his appearance at all as it did with the element of surprise.
He leaned his hip against the vanity and folded his arms across his chest, a position that highlighted both his broad shoulders and toned biceps. “You like it when I keep you guessing,” he said dismissively, not an entirely inaccurate statement, though it was a bit discomforting that he knew it so well.
“And I like you on your toes,” he added, his eyes dark as they slid the length of my body. I felt them like silk as they caressed over the slopes of my breasts, down the plane of my stomach, zeroing in on the landing strip above my pussy. Suddenly I’d warmed up quite sufficiently, the pool of moisture between my thighs as hot as the steam gathering in the room.
I met his scrutiny with ogling of my own, biting my lip as my eyes landed on the large bulge at the front of his pants. He was barefoot, and I tried not to wonder if that meant he’d been undressed once already in the evening. Tried not to wonder if it was his first or second erection of the night.
Bringing the towels in front of me as a much-needed barrier, I mirrored his crossed arms. “What are you doing here, anyway?”
He shrugged. “You wouldn’t come to my bed so I had to come to yours.”
It was surprising how easily happiness bubbled in my chest. Teasingly, I threw his words from the night before back at him. “This isn’t my bed.”
He was already walking toward me. “It’s close enough.” The towels fell to the floor as he seized my hips and turned my back to the counter. His mouth captured mine, greedily stealing my breath and sense of reason with his lips and tongue.
God, I was hungry for him. I roved my hands over his chest, wanting to touch all of his body at once, delighting at the hard muscles that met the underside of my palms. He was solid everywhere. A wall of strength and potency that could so easily overpower me. I was weak in his presence, incapable of anything except to yield.
A warning bell sounded in the back of my head, though, urging me to get my wits together and address… something. It was difficult to remember what exactly when his hands were on my breasts, squeezing and pinching. The bite of pain sent jolts of electricity through my nervous system, signals that my brain read as pleasure. Pleasure I couldn’t resist.
No. I could resist. I had to.
I pulled my head back, abruptly breaking his kiss. “Wait,” I said – moaned, actually, as his mouth found the shell of my ear to torture instead. “What about —?”
“The only question you should be asking right now is how fast can I make you come.” He relinquished a breast and slid his hand between us to tease my clit.
“Ah.” I struggled to remain focused. “But, I need to know what happened after —” My back arched as he sank two long fingers into my pussy. “Oh, my God, that feels too good. You have to stop. We have to talk about earlier. I can’t —”
With one hand still buried inside me, he clamped the other over my mouth. “Emily, if you don’t shut the fuck up, I’m going to find something to gag you with.” And then, as though ensuring I had no will to argue, he crooked his fingers and stroked them against that sensitive spot in my cunt, sending me into a dizzying state of ecstasy.
Maybe talking could wait after all.
Words dissolved on my tongue. The sounds that emerged from my throat were breathy gasps as he rubbed me toward orgasm. Then, when I got there, when I toppled over the edge, my head spinning from the magic of his fingers, he devoured my cries with a bruising kiss that magnified the intensity of my climax.
I was shaking, but eager for more, when he picked me up and set me on the counter edge. His hands were quick with his belt, yet it felt like decades passed before his cock was out and notched at my opening and another lifetime before he was pushing inside of me with a hard, merciless thrust.
He pounded into me, giving me no time to adjust or catch my breath before adopting a brutal tempo. He fit inside me so perfectly. His stroke hit every sensitive spot of my pussy even before I clenched around him. And the fierce way he impaled me… I adored it. He fucked me so savagely that I had to grip onto the counter edge for support. I held on for the ride, my eyes focused on his expression. Both cruelty and delight played on his features, and while it disgusted me to admit, it was the combination of those emotions that turned me on. He was ruthless, and he enjoyed being ruthless. And he enjoyed that his viciousness was what pleased me the most.