Wild Nevada Ride (9 page)

The door to the bathroom sat open several inches and he slowly pushed it a little further until he could see her. He leaned against the doorjamb taking in the sight in front of him like a man starved. Lounging against the back of the biggest bathtub he had ever laid eyes on was Katrina, her eyes closed and her breathing soft and regular. The scent of her bathwater floated in the air of the bathroom, winding itself around his senses. When she reached for the wine glass on the edge, he said softly, “Mind if I join you?”

Chapter Eight

She jumped and almost spilled the wine when she brought her hand up to her throat. Her breasts now visible above the water, she squealed and sank beneath the bubbles. “Damn it, Justin! You scared the shit outta me! What the hell are you doing here, and how did you get into my townhouse? Wait—how did you get my address?”

He leaned against the doorframe and crossed his arms over his broad chest. “Information.”

“Persistent, aren’t you?”

“When I want something, yes.” Shoving himself away from where he leaned, he stepped closer and her heart jumped into her throat. She had almost forgotten how gorgeous he looked in his jeans and button-down shirt.
Liar.

“As for your other questions, your door happened to be unlocked, and I wanted to see you.” He unfurled the panties in his hand, dangling them in front of her. “And you left a trail even a blind man could follow.”

“Give me those.” She grabbed for the underwear, almost lifting herself completely out of the water.

“Nope.” His eyes twinkled with amusement when she dove back underneath. Heat fused her cheeks while she watched him stuff the piece of silk into his shirt pocket. “A bargaining chip, you could say.”

Her eyes narrowed. “What do you plan to ask for them?”

He took a seat on the edge of the tub, and she scooted to the opposite side. “Oh, I’m sure I can think of something.” If she didn’t know better, she would have sworn he could see through the massive amount of bubbles floating around her.

“Well, I’m sure your mother raised you to be a gentleman, so if you’ll leave the room, I’ll get out of the tub and get dressed.”

His eyes darkened while a slow smile spread across his lips and her pussy clenched when the dimples flashed in his cheeks. “Uh-uh.” He toed off his boots and pulled down his socks until his feet were bare.

“What are you doing?” she squeaked when he stood and reached for the silver belt buckle at his waist.

“I’m going to join you.”

Holy shit!
She sucked in a ragged breath and captured her bottom lip between her teeth when he unbuckled it and pulled the belt out of the accompanying loops at his waist. His fingers reached for the button at the front of the denim encasing his hips, slipping it free, before the rasp of the zipper echoed in the room.

Leaving his jeans gaping, he
slowly
slipped each button free on his shirt, revealing the hard muscled chest she remembered. She let her eyes follow the dark line of hair down his abdomen.
Damn, he’s a sight for sore eyes.

“You’re drooling, sweetheart,” he whispered softly with a dry chuckle.

Her eyes returned to his when he stripped the shirt from his shoulders and tossed it to the floor. His hands grasped the waistband of his jeans and peeled them down his hard thighs. When he stood back up, his blood filled cock bobbed against his stomach. She licked her parched lips before capturing the bottom one between her teeth.

Walking toward the tub, he lifted one leg, then the other and stepped into the warm, bubble filled water. He sank down beside her with a soft groan. Leaning his head back on the edge of the tub, his arms stretched out along the rim on either side of him as he peeked at her through his lashes.

“Come here, Kat,” he whispered.

She shook her head in denial even though her breathing shortened, rasping from between her lips in a soft sigh. Her pussy clenched and filled when he shifted and started to slide in her direction.

“Katrina,” he murmured, sending shivers along her arms where she wrapped them around her knees in a vain effort to forestall the inevitable. She wanted him—needed him with every fiber of her being. She hadn’t been with a man since he had made love to her several weeks ago and his caress of her name sent heat spiraling through her.

“Justin—I don’t….”

“Yes, you do. We both do.”

He grasped her hands, pulled them away from her knees, and maneuvered between her thighs. The hair of his chest tickled against the inside of her legs when he moved closer. His warm breath whispered across her lips before his mouth softly took hers. She whimpered a moment before returning the kiss, grasping his shoulders with her hands. Opening her mouth under the pressure at the crease of her lips, she stroked, dueled, and entwined her tongue with his until they were both breathless.

He lifted his wet, soapy hand and ran his fingers down her cheek. “Thoughts of you have been driving me crazy. I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind. Why is that?”

“I’m unforgettable—didn’t I warn you?”

He chuckled when his fingers slipped along her jaw before he wrapped them in her hair and tugged her closer still. “You certainly are.”

He nibbled at her lips before moving across her cheek to the shell of her ear. His tongue dipped inside for a moment, then took her earlobe between his teeth as she shivered. Her breasts brushed against his chest and her nipples hardened into tight little buds, seeking the friction of the hair rubbing them. His palm whispered along her shoulder and down her arm. Callused fingers abraded the skin deliciously before they found her nipple and rolled one between his fingers.
God, I love a man with calluses.

She moaned and arched into his touch. He nipped at her neck, the sting of his bite soon soothed by the lap of his tongue. His hand left her breast and shimmied down her stomach before two fingers slid inside her aching pussy. Sounds rushed from her lips she didn’t even know she could make.

Her own fingers found his straining cock jutting against his stomach. She wrapped her hand around his girth and he moaned, his lips sliding along her skin. Up and down her hand moved while his hips rocked slightly in unison. He shuttered and lifted his head to lock his gaze with hers.

“I want inside you, Katrina. I want you screaming my name.”

“Oh, God, yessss.” She almost purred when he shifted his hips and slid home.

His forehead met hers as he whispered, “You feel so good. I can’t get enough of you.”

“Justin, please.”

“Please what, Kat?”

“Fuck me!”

He chuckled and started to move, slowly at first, but when her whimpered cries echoed in the room, he rocked faster, his pelvis pounding into hers. The water in the tub sloshed over the sides, soaking the floor, but she didn’t care.

The next thing she knew, he rolled over and settled her over the top of him, her hips cradling his—his cock buried deep inside her. Her hands rested on his shoulders while she set the pace, his hands grasping her ass.

She threw her head back, moaning low in her throat as she arched toward him. His fingers skimmed down her spine and his mouth found her nipple, sucking the nub between his lips, licking and nibbling until she squirmed above him.

Her hair framed them when she looked into his dark, chocolate eyes. “I love how you feel inside me.”

He growled as she nibbled at his lips before she moved across his cheek and nipped at his neck.

His powerful thighs flexed and he lifted them both out of the water before he laid her back on the cold tile surrounding the tub.

“Shit, that’s cold.”

He chuckled and said, “I’ll warm you up.” His hips rocked against hers and she wrapped her legs around his back, digging her heels into his butt.

“Faster, Justin.”

“Uh-uh.” He laughed softly as his tongue found her nipple and laved at the tip.

“God, you’re a bastard,” she growled on a moan.

“You can’t control everything, baby.” His cock slipped out of her, and she bit her lips to hold in a whimper. Working his way down her chest, he stopped to flick her belly button ring with his tongue.
Good lord, I never knew having a man play there could be such a turn on.

The hair on his chest tickled her inner thighs when he settled his wide shoulders between her legs. She didn’t realize she held her breath until it rushed out on a tortured groan the moment his tongue rasped against her clit. The whimper she had been holding inside escaped her lips as he licked and sucked until she squirmed beneath his mouth.

Her climax built on a rush, roaring over her senses like the wind whipping over the desert floor during a sandstorm. She arched her back and screamed his name as cum flooded over his tongue. He continued to lap at her pussy until she stopped trembling before leaning over her again and sliding inside to the root of his cock.

She lifted her hips and the sound of flesh against flesh reverberated through the bathroom. He lapped at her breast while his hips rocked, bringing them both closer to the edge of the abyss. When the wave hit her again, she tossed her head as he grunted and spilled his seed deep within her.

His head rested on her shoulder until their breathing slowed. She stroked the back of his head, winding her fingers in the short curls at the nape of his neck.

Lifting his gaze to hers, the look in his eyes made her heart trip over itself as it slammed against her ribs. A slow smile rippled over his lips while his fingers slid down her cheek.

“Afternoon delight,” he murmured before he took her lips in a heart-stopping kiss before his cock slipped from her warmth. He took her hand in his and slid back into the bubble bath, bringing her with him. Resting with the rim of the tub against his back, he pulled her so she lay over him, breast to chest and cradled between his thighs.

She gave into her feelings and laid her head on his shoulder, inhaling the musky smell of his skin. His fingers caressed her arm from shoulder to elbow, whispering along her skin so soft it felt like silk along her flesh.

“So why are you off so early? Aren’t you usually at the base until later in the day?”

“I screwed up on our training mission today. The colonel chewed me a new asshole and told me I needed a break. I managed to get some leave approved on short notice.” She lifted her shoulders in a shrug as her fingers continued to stroke the hair under her hand.

“You have some extra time off?”

“Yeah—two weeks.”

“Mmm….”

“What?”

“I was thinking.”

She lifted her head and met his gaze with a questioning one of her own. “Of?”

“How much I want to see if I can get you to scream my name again.”

His hand found her breast, stroking the nipple with his fingers and a moan bubbled in her throat.
Man, he can turn me on with little more than a look, much less a touch.
“Are you always this insatiable?” she whispered before the moan slipped from between her lips.

“Only since I met you. I could fuck you over and over and never get enough.”

“I bet you’ve said the same thing to every woman you’ve been with.”

“Nope.” His lips brushed hers. “What do you say we dry off,” he began, shifting slightly and finding her ear with his tongue, “and spend the rest of the afternoon in your bed?”

“Mmm.” She tipped her head when he nibbled her neck. “If you keep doing that, you might just convince me it would be a pleasant way to spend the afternoon.”