“The guys promised to be out all night, and no one can see back here. The side gates are always locked.”
“Does this mean you’re all mine tonight?”
“Tonight. Tomorrow night. Every night.”
My heart swells with love. With gratitude for this second chance that we’ve been granted.
Since I’m warmer now with the heat of the firepit behind me, an exterior patio heater I hadn’t noticed before, and the wall of Rider’s solid body in front of me, I slip off my jacket and Bronco t-shirt until I’m down to my long-sleeved Henley that buttons to the middle of my chest.
I’m not typically a strip-down-in-the-backyard kind of girl, but after a day of so many firsts, I’m feeling bold.
With a grin, I unhook my bra and tug it out through the arms of my shirt. After I pull out my ponytail and shake my hair, I glance up shyly as I pop out each button on my shirt, until it gapes open on my chest.
“You’re fucking beautiful, Gabriela, inside and out. So sexy and sweet. I’m lucky to have you in my life.” He reaches out, tangles his hand in my hair, and places open-mouth kisses on my lips, my neck, down to my chest, where he nudges aside my shirt and sucks one very attention-starved nipple into his mouth.
Groaning, I let my head fall back while he laves my skin, all the while palming my other breast in his giant hand.
“Let’s take care of that swelling,” I tease as I sink down onto my knees.
I graze his muscular thighs with my nails as I slide them against the smooth fabric of his slacks. “You look handsome as hell in this suit, by the way.” But it doesn’t hide a thing when he’s in this state. I outline his thick length with my finger. “This looks serious, sir.”
His heated stare has me squirming even though I’m the one unclothing him. First the button, then the zipper, until I reach his boxer briefs, which are stretched to the brink. When I release him from the fabric, he springs up to greet me.
“Missed me, huh?”
“You have no idea.” He laughs while he runs his hand through my hair.
I lick the drop of moisture off his wide head before I suck it. Softly at first. Teasing with licks until he gives me a pained groan.
Watching him watch me is turning me on so much, I squeeze my thighs together to ease the pressure.
When his jaw clenches, I take him to the back of my throat. Work him over with my hand. Hum in approval when he fists my hair.
I’m surprised when he gently pulls me off him.
“It’s my turn.” His gravelly voice sizzles through me, and I nod. He motions toward the hot tub. “Wanna take a dip?”
“I don’t have a swimsuit.” I laugh when I realize I’m standing there with my shirt open, and his pants are halfway down his hips. “But maybe we don’t need them.”
We watch each other as we strip out of our clothes. I shiver, but then he wraps my shoulders in a thick towel.
He drags the heater closer to the hot tub and spreads out another towel. Pats the edge. “Sit here.”
I do as he says, curious as to what he has planned.
Studying the planes and ridges of his incredible body, I watch as he slowly descends into the water. When he stands between my legs and gently pushes me back to lie down, I figure it out.
He kisses one ankle, then the other, as he places them on his shoulders. A low sexy groan rumbles in his chest when he drags a thick finger through me. “Damn. You’re so wet.”
“What can I say? I’m a giver.”
“I fucking love it.” The sound of his voice gets muffled as he works me over. Long, slow licks that have me arching and groaning. One finger joins in, pushing deeply into me. Then two.
I don’t know if it’s being out in the backyard and mildly exposed, or being splayed out for him, hanging halfway into the hot tub with my legs over his shoulders, or the way he touches me, like I’m the most erotic woman he’s ever been with, but I’m cresting in record time.
“Oh, God, I’m coming.” My legs tremble and my whole body tightens. It feels so good, I can’t keep my enthusiasm contained. A scream rips from my body.
He doesn’t stop, though. Just works me through it. Slows his movements. But the steady rhythm has me panting all over again.
