Page 104 of Delicious Surrender

“What? Is there something on my face?”

“No, you look properly ravished. And very beautiful.”

Color bloomed on her cheeks, and she got flustered. “Um, thank you. You don’t have to say that.”

A crease appeared between his dark brows. “I don’thaveto say anything, Brynne. You are a beautiful woman.”

She looked away, embarrassed, and piled another cracker with the creamy brie.

He turned off the water and leaned back to watch her, while sensuously popping grapes into his mouth like a sultan. She shook her head and smiled shyly while her body responded with a mind of its own. Her nipples beaded under his gaze, and tingles started between her legs. She grabbed the glass of water and took a few gulps.

He leaned forward and took the plate and the glass from her. “Come here.” He slid forward and pulled her onto his lap, wrapping her legs around his waist. “You pleased me very much when you stopped fighting your own desires.”

“I didn’t want you to think I was easy.”

He chuckled low. “You are the furthest thing from easy that I’ve ever met.”

She pouted and tried to pull back, but he linked his arms around her.

“I’m not done with you yet.” He pulled her closer with one hand on the small of her back and the other encircled her neck so he could plunder her mouth.

She wound her arms around his neck and melted into the kiss. His hands gripped her hips, and she felt his cock nudging at her entrance. When a loud thunderclap burst overhead, she jerked forward. He took advantage and thrust into her slippery heat.

“Oh god,” she cried into his mouth. She couldn’t move easily with her legs crossed behind him, so she tensed her muscles and squeezed him repeatedly.

“Christ, that feels good,” he said. Lightning lit the sky and the night lights under the vanity flickered. Brynne barely noticed.

“Can you come this way?”

She shook her head. “Mmm, I don’t think so. I need to lie on top of you with my legs straight.”

“Do it.” He braced on his arms and lifted his hips out of the water so she could straighten her legs. He managed to stay embedded inside her while she maneuvered around and got herself situated. She heard him chuckle and looked up to find him grinning.

“Are you laughing at me?”

“No, I’m enjoying watching you get comfortable on your mount.” His expression turned wicked. “Now shut up and ride me.”

After tucking his sleepy initiate into bed, he returned to the scene of the tsunami. He gathered the pile of wet towels and threw them in the tub, knowing he would never look at the jacuzzi the same way again.

His brain wasn’t ready for sleep, so he poured himself a scotch and sat in his favorite chair out in the darkened livingroom. What the fuck just happened? Why was a woman he supposedly loathed asleep in his bed? The rain came down in torrents and the generator was still running, so it was reasonable for her to stay rather than venturing out in the storm.

Five orgasms she wrested from riding him—while splashing a few gallons of water all over his bathroom floor. He wondered if she could have kept going but watching herin flagrante delictopushed the limits of his control. He ended up ravaging her up against the bay window with her legs wrapped around him. A whimper of pain escaped when he propped her on the ledge, but she’d insisted that he keep going.

When did he lose control of the situation? Fucking her bareback while perched on one leg in the bathtub had insanity written all over it. He’d completely disregarded his own rules about unprotected sex. She told him she was on a birth control shot, but he had not seen the proof. He’d let his guard down, and that pissed him off more than anything. Where did that leave him? Besides wanting to make her cry and scream and come again, he wasn’t sure. Gage drained the glass of scotch and decided he could figure it out in the morning.

He woke at dawn to the sound of the bedroom door clicking closed. The space beside him was still warm, so he bolted out of bed to investigate where his little captive had gotten to. She was in the kitchen, putting on her blouse and looking for her boots.

“Going somewhere?”

She screeched and jumped in shock. “Christ, you scared the hell out of me. I was going to head home.”

“Did I give you permission?” It was all he could think of in his groggy state.

She started giggling until she saw his serious expression. “You’re funny. Listen. I had a great time, but I should go.”

He walked over to the coffee maker and flipped the switch. “We still have some matters to discuss. Stay for a coffee and hear me out.”

“I don’t know. Nothing has changed just because we had some fabulous sex.”