Honeymoon To Die For (32 page)

There would be no going to Bianca’s hot spot, except in his fantasies. But he could use what he knew to loosen her strained, tense muscles.

Working his busy fingers along her arms and back up to her shoulders, he drew the tension from each taut muscle, no matter how small or hidden. He finger combed through her lush, auburn hair, playing with each strand as he gently separated the locks.

“My side is sore,” she whispered.

He moved his hands to massage her sides, careful to not press hard enough to hurt her. She let out a little gasp and said, “My abdomen aches, too.”

Lifting an eyebrow at her that she couldn’t see, he slid his hands around to her front, moving the foam floating on top of the water. Flexing his fingers, he slowly rubbed up and down, struggling not to sweep his hands up to touch her breasts.

She slid down in the water and he almost came from the friction of her back against his hard penis. He grabbed her out of knee-jerk reaction to stop her from moving.

His hands landed on top of her breasts.

Fuck. Now what was he going to do.

Another noise escaped her and it shot all the blood left in Ryder’s body to his groin. He tried to move his hands. Really tried. But they cupped both of her breasts and his thumbs scraped the soaked silk covering nipples that were hard and happy.

“Oh, God,” she gushed.

Was that a yes, keep going? Tell me it was a yes
.

Sweat drizzled down the side of his face. She was panting, but that might be because his hands were still teasing her nipples. He pinched gently and she arched.

Holy mother of...

He had to make sure she was onboard with where this was going. “Bianca—”

“Yes?”

Kissing her neck, he kept playing with her breasts and smiled over the chill bumps. She couldn’t be cold because she was hot as a firecracker. “Sure you want this?”

He ran his fingers lightly over her nipples that arched up to his hand, answering his question. But he needed to hear it and know she wouldn’t regret this tomorrow. “Bianca?”

“
Yes!”

When he moved one hand away from her breasts, she grumbled, “I said yes.”  

He lifted the edge of the soaked material, sliding it above her breasts and turned her until she lay across his left arm. “Open your eyes.”

When she did, the passion roiling through her hazel eyes shoved every thought out of his head except having her.

He lowered his head and suckled one nipple.

“Oh, that ... yes.”  She shook and gripped his shoulders, holding him there, making a sound that Ryder wished he could capture to take with him forever.  He licked the nipple then grazed his teeth over the turgid bud. His free hand smoothed down over her bikini panties, one finger moving against her mound in a circular motion.

She pushed her feet against the edge of the tub, leg muscles tight, but he held her in place as he slipped a finger inside her panties and delved into the wet heat.

“Ryder!”  

He didn’t let up, moving to give attention to her other breast. They were the perfect size. She had dusty pink nipples that turned darker the more excited she got.  

The hell with it. He gave a tug on the sheer bikini panties and they ripped away. She gasped, but he dragged a finger through her folds, killing any complaint, then he flicked his fingertip gently back and forth, testing her hot spot.

She cried out.

Oh, yes. Target acquired. His finger delved back inside her and she sucked in a sharp breath. Her legs opened wider and he pushed two fingers inside, pumping them in and out.

“Please ...”

He lifted his head from her breast and kissed her, unleashing all he felt in that kiss. Her mouth was made for loving. Seeing her this turned on had him breathing hard now, too. “Tell me what you want.”

“I don’t care.”

That moron had made her insecure about her sexuality. Ryder said, “Yes, you do. Tell me what you want.”

“I want ... you to touch me everywhere.”  

She was keeping something from him. “Look at me.”  

She opened her eyes and he saw it. The fear that she would say or do the wrong thing. He wanted to mangle the guy who had been so careless with this woman. Ryder pulled his fingers out of her and toyed with her folds. “There? Do you like that?”

“Oh, yes.”

When she started shaking and her body tightened, he moved from there to touch her breasts. He held his palm above her breast, barely touching the tip of her nipple. “What about there?”

“Yes.” That had been an anguished
yes
.

Her feet were still against the edge of the tub, anchoring her spread legs. Using his legs, he lifted her until one of the jets rushed over her mound, driving across the folds.

She clutched at his shoulder and moved her hips up and down in the spray. “Oh, oh ... yes.”  He smiled and used the arm holding her to reach the breast on her left, which allowed him to suckle the other one. Her legs shook with strain. She was getting close. He reached a hand underneath to avoid interfering with the water jet and plunged two fingers inside her heat.

She was trembling with need and that was so damned hot. He pinched one nipple and scraped the other one with his teeth, all the time pumping faster.

Her hips paused. She arched, legs shaking until she cried out, pushing up and down against his hand. When her body slumped, he was shaking himself.

That was the most unbelievably gorgeous thing he’d ever witnessed.

When her breathing returned to normal, she mumbled, “I,
uh ...”  

“What, Sweetheart?”

Her hazel eyes were large and surprised. “That’s never happened before.”

“Tell me you mean you’ve never gotten off with a spray jet before?”

She shook her head. “With anything ... or anyone.”

He knew he wasn’t going to like the answer to this question, but he had to know. “How long were you with the idiot?” He didn’t have to clarify who.

“Four months.”

The magnitude of what she’d shared floored him. Ryder could only begin to imagine how miserable sex had been with some bastard who hadn’t cared enough to take her to orgasm. He’d abused her every time he touched her.

Ryder wanted to spend endless months showing her just how amazing and sensual she was. He didn’t have months. He might not even have days, but he had now.

He held her to him, running his hand over her face and hair, kissing her soft lips that welcomed his mouth. He laid her back in his arm where he could kiss her pretty breasts again.

She made an “mmmm” sound.

He kissed his way back to her neck and raised his head, waiting for her to open her eyes. When she did, he said, “You’re so beautiful and so damn hot. Don’t ever let anyone make you believe otherwise.”

She joked, “Even if I’m not trophy wife material?”

But he’d heard something else that sounded like disappointment. “Why would you want to be that?”

Shrugging and looking self conscious, she looked away. “Every woman wants to feel attractive and special.”

He caught her chin and turned her back to face him. “Baby, I said you weren’t trophy wife material because you are so much more than that. You’re brilliant
and
beautiful. Arm candy is everywhere, but a woman like you is priceless.”

Her mouth dropped open.

Had she really thought he’d found her lacking? How was he going to convince her—

She lunged forward and kissed him with unbridled enthusiasm, taking his breath away. Her tongue tangled with his, demanding everything he had and more. There was the woman she’d been hiding from men, unwilling to risk being humiliated again.

Ryder held her head, savoring the kiss that pulled him deeper into trouble with every breath. It took a minute before he realized she was straddling him. He peeled the wet silk top the rest of the way off of her.

She reached down and grasped him. One stroke and he practically came out of the tub. He grabbed her hand. “Been a long time. Remember?”

“So what are you waiting for?”

He fucking hurt he wanted to be inside her so bad, but he was fooling himself if he thought he’d last three strokes in her heat.

She leaned down and kissed his chest.

He held his breath, not wanting to stop her, but he couldn’t let her keep it up or his nuts were going to burst.

Her fingers moved over his arms and down to his waist, like fairy fingers on his skin. She shifted and slid her hand between them until she gripped him.

He stilled.

She stroked up and down once.

His entire body trembled.

She raised her head. “My turn.”

“Yours won’t last long.”

“We’ll see.”  

Oh, hell. That had sounded like a challenge, but she had no idea how little it would take.

She pulled her hand away from his penis and he thought about begging. Her hands were pushing his chest. “You asked what I wanted? Lean back and close your eyes.”  She lifted his arms to the edge of the tub. “Keep them there.”

He wanted to smile at her authoritative voice, but he was in too much pain to find anything funny.

Having her first orgasm had empowered her.

But if she didn’t touch him soon he was going to fight a true battle not to lift her up and shove her down on top of him. But he had no condom, and beyond that, he wouldn’t take the control from her.

Dropping his head back, he closed his eyes. Anticipation of when she would finally touch him again was driving him mad.

She tugged his boxers. He lifted and let her take them off. He heard a wet
splat
hit the bathroom floor.

Her fingers trailed down his chest then one hand wrapped lightly around his penis and the other cupped his sac.

Oh, shit. He clenched her between his legs.

She stroked slowly up, stopped and swiped a finger over the head of his erection. Then her fingers cupping his sac massaged carefully.

She stroked down just as slowly and his chest muscles constricted. She shifted forward and her breasts rubbed against his chest then lower as she kissed his nipples.

Part of him wanted to chuckle at her sinister teasing, but the other part was ready to offer her anything to move faster.

After another slow stroke up and down the length of him, she scooted back again, forcing his legs to release her.

Her fingers glided over the insides of his thighs with the unsure touch of a novice and nothing had ever felt so erotic. When her fingers grasped his penis again, she did so with confidence, but still not staying long enough.

His body turned into one taut muscle, straining. His voice was raw, muttering incoherent thoughts. Like maybe he should have considered a hand job before climbing in here with her.

She was moving tantalizingly slow all around his groin then all of a sudden she was stroking him.

He could swear his body levitated.

Her fingers caressed his sac and it was all over. The orgasm imploded his brain. It was so powerful, he lost touch with consciousness, but he was pretty sure he roared his pleasure.

Good thing no one lived in this part of the house except him.

When the molecules in his body came back together and formed a human again, his lower half was back underwater and Bianca was draped over the top of him, wrapped in his arms. He kissed her hair and she made a soft snoring sound and scrunched closer to him.

Chill bumps pebbled on her skin and, this time, it was because the water had cooled.

He pushed the button to turn off the jets and checked to make sure he had feeling in his legs again before he stood up with her. Her legs hooked around his waist and bam, he was hard again. No surprise there.

Stepping out of the tub, he grabbed a bath sheet and wrapped it around her, then sat on the edge so he could dry her.

She made a half-awake reach for the towel, mumbling, “I can dry myself.”

He wouldn’t let her have it. “Don’t cheat me out of this simple pleasure.”

She was quiet while he finished.

When he took in the remorse in her eyes, he ran his knuckles over her cheek. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m so sorry.”

“Why?”

“For my part in sending you to that hellhole.”

He wanted to say that he didn’t hold her responsible and she didn’t have to apologize, but just the fact that someone
had
apologized wrapped his chest in warmth. “Thank you. I don’t blame you for doing your job.”

“But you’re right. Ryder, we stopped looking when we found a neat fit for our evidence. I’m going to search back through all of it and find whatever we missed, because it has to be in there.”

He doubted anything obvious would show up, but he would like to see that evidence himself. That might be expecting too much from Bianca who was still a rule-follower by nature, but before the week was out he intended to ask.

She yawned.

Smiling, he lifted her in his arms and strode to the bed. “Think you can sleep now?”

“Yes. I’d make you put me down, but my legs are noodles.”

After depositing her on the bed, he turned to walk away.

“Where’re you going, Ryder?”

“To sleep somewhere that I won’t hurt you unintentionally.”

“Come back here.”

He’d normally bristle at being ordered by anyone, but he liked this take-charge side of her. He stopped at the edge of the bed. “What do you need?”

“You. Here with me. I trust you, but you need to trust yourself.”

“I can’t guarantee I won’t ... do something bad.”

“I can.”  She patted the mattress next to her. “If it happens again, we’ll talk about it then. Fair enough?”

The correct answer, the only answer, was no, but he looked down into the deep well of those hazel eyes and fell in headfirst.

Once he settled and had her back tucked up to his chest, he wrapped a protective arm across her. She reached up and hooked her fingers around his forearm and let out a contented sigh.

“Thank you.”  The words popped out without him thinking about it.

“For what?”

“For tonight. I never meant to touch you this week.”

“If you hadn’t, I might’ve never known what making love could be like.”