When the water ran if not hot, at least semi warm, he stepped into the shower and held out his hand in invitation.
“I don’t think there’s enough room.”
“Get in here, bella.”
She joined him in the tight cubby, the water hitting them and trying to find a way between their tightly pressed bodies.
The soap hung from a rope, and he lathered his hands before he ran them over her luscious body. Big ass, like fuck. She might be short, but she had an hourglass shape that was all woman. His woman.
She might not have said it aloud yet, but the very fact she stood in this shower with him was all he needed.
The feel of her silky-smooth skin teased him. Hardened him. He turned her so that she had her back to him and ran soapy hands over her breasts, rolling her nipples until they puckered into tight peaks. He tugged them and drew a moan. Her head tilted back, leaning on him, her eyes closed, her lips parted.
But the sexiest thing of all? How she trusted him.
He slid a hand between her thighs to stroke her slick folds and found her wet already. He dropped to his knees, face level with her pubes. A glance upward showed her gazing down at him, eyes heavy with desire. Arousal roared through him.
“You are so fucking beautiful, bella.”
“Show me,” was her husky murmur.
It was almost enough to make him come. Spreading her thighs and lifting one to hang over his shoulders, giving him better access, he buried his face in her sex. Enveloped by her womanly scent. Decadent and mouthwatering.
He parted her nether lips with his tongue and tasted her sweetness. He lapped at her, quick flicks of his tongue against her that had her hips rocking in motion, but it was the latch of his lips on her clit that drew a cry.
She had a hold of his head, fingers digging into his scalp. A painful grip that only heightened his arousal.
He gripped her ass to hold her in place as she trembled with each stroke and suck. As her cries turned into breathless mewls, he knew she was close to coming, and he growled against her, a soft vibration that sent a shiver through her.
Mine. All mine.
He had no doubt on that score. He licked her faster, wanting her to come on his tongue, but she gasped. “I want to feel you inside me.”
The shock almost killed him. He would have been content to pleasure her. He was ready to wait if needed.
She yanked on him, pulling him upright and grabbing his cheeks to drag him in for a kiss.
“Are you sure?” he murmured against her lips, his cock throbbing where it was trapped between their bodies.
“I’m tired of hiding. Tired of not living.” She peered at him through wet lashes. “I want you.”
She made no other demand. No promise, but it was enough for him. The shower was tight, but he flipped her around. She placed her palms on the shower wall, which tilted her butt.
He took his time, sliding his hand between her legs, working her clit until she pushed against him, murmuring, “Stop teasing.”
He rubbed the head of cock against her, slowly pushing in, the tightness of her driving him wild. But he was careful because of his size.
But she was done being careful. She bent over farther and shoved herself onto him, driving him deep. They both cried out and stilled. Him with his fingers digging into her hips. Her taut, her sex the only thing pulsing.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” It was his mantra as he slowly withdrew and then slid back in. The pleasure was almost too much. He clenched tight, determined to not come until he felt her climaxing.
Soon, going slow wasn’t an option. He found himself thrusting into her, over and over, each jab drawing a sharp cry from her and then a panted, “Yes. Yes. Yes.”
He wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer, and then thankfully he didn’t have to. With a strangled moan, she shattered around his cock, her slick muscles squeezing him tight, binding him to her. And then he came, marking her with his seed. He thrust one final time deep inside. Their bodies pulsed in time.
When he slipped out, he turned and pulled her into his arms, holding her against him, feeling her breathing slow as she nuzzled his chest.
“That was…” She paused.
“Epic?” he supplied.
“Will it always be like that?” she asked, looking up at him.
“Actually, I predict it will get even better.”
He basked in the smile on her lips. A smile that, despite everything, didn’t waver as they dressed. She didn’t have anything clean, so she had to borrow from him, the long johns tight on him but loose on her. The sweater he gave her hung down almost to her knees. She looked sexy as hell in it.
“Fuck meeting with Reid. Let’s stay here for the day.”
“He has to be told what happened.” But said with a pleased smile.
“I know. But once we’re done, I am stripping you naked and worshipping every inch of your body.”
“I’d like that.” She blushed and ducked her head.
The thirty minutes Boris gave them were almost up, meaning it was time. They layered on their snow gear, ready to walk, only to find a side-by-side parked out front, keys in the ignition.
She sat beside him, clinging tight to the oh-shit bar as he did a few donuts, her laughter music to his ears. Much more pleasant than the familiar screech that erupted the moment he walked into Reid’s office.
“My bambino! I was so worried.”
Chapter 12
“My baby. You’re alive.”
There was no doubt in Rilee’s mind this was Mateo’s mother.
A normal person would have blanched, perhaps run, but not Mateo. He smiled. “Mamma! What are you doing here?” He wagged a finger as if she were naughty.
And the grown woman giggled.
Whatever image she might have created in her mind, it didn’t match the reality. Mamma, as Mateo called Mrs. Ricci, didn’t look old enough to have a son his age. Sure, she had some streaks of gray in her dark hair, but they lent her an elegance and maturity that was enhanced by a voluptuous figure wearing a knit sweater that hugged her curves.
On a chair next to her was a brand-new parka, startling red in color, a knitted hat with matching mittens, and scarf. Obviously, a family who liked wool, because she couldn’t help but notice how many sweaters were stuffed in his dresser at the motel.
Mateo hugged his mother. Like seriously grabbed her and lifted her for a shake and squeeze. “I can’t believe you’re here.”
“I had to come. When you didn’t call, I got worried.”
He frowned. “That doesn’t explain how you got here so fast. Especially since the storm didn’t end until a few hours ago.”
“Because she bribed someone to drive through unsafe conditions,” Reid muttered.
That drew a snapping glare that was the complete opposite of her expression when dealing with Mateo. Rilee found it fascinating to watch. It was as if Mrs. Ricci became a whole new person. “Perhaps I wouldn’t have gone to extreme measures if you’d taken my phone call seriously. I advised you my son was in trouble.”
“And as I told you, he was fine. Visiting a, um, friend,” Reid stammered. Then shrugged apologetically at Rilee.
“Actually, he saved my life,” Rilee stated.
That dropped a few jaws.
“What happened?” Reid hastened to ask.