He growled as he pounded in and out. This time was more intense than any other when they’d made love. Every other moment, he’d been fully in control. This time, he was wild, rough, like a predator, and she was his prey.
She loved it. She wanted more of it. Deeper, harder.
Every sensation combined to take her higher and higher. She was so close to the peak. Just a little farther up, and she would topple over. She thrashed in his arms, the movements enhancing their sex. It sent more thrills through her body.
More, more, more—she climaxed hard and screamed. He kissed her forcefully, stealing the rest of her scream. The sensations continued, one after another, his continued motion drawing them out.
He let out a shout as he came. He kissed her as he thrust a few times more. Then he sank against her, still inside her, pinning her tighter to the shower wall. His harsh breathing made his chest rise and fall against her. She managed to catch her breath, but she was limp in his arms.
When they each found their strength, he straightened and held her as she slid down him, and he made sure she was steady on her feet before he released her.
He kissed her softly, the water still raining down on them. He raised his head and smiled. “I have never enjoyed a shower so much in my life.”
Ellie laughed and smiled up at him. “Ditto.”
They finished showering, and when she got out, she still felt a pleasant hum in her body. She pulled a thick, fluffy white towel off the rack and started to dry herself.
Tucker took it from her. “I’ll towel you off.”
He dried her shoulders and back and worked his way to her calves and feet. While still crouched, he turned her around and dried her from her feet up. He took care to dry every inch of her and paid close attention to her breasts, which were still extra sensitive after such an amazing orgasm.
After drying her shoulders, he rubbed her hair with the towel. He grinned. “You now look like you stuck a finger in a socket.”
Ellie leaned past him and saw herself in the mirror. She laughed, too. “You’re right.” She grabbed another towel. “My turn.”
She dried off what she could reach, and had him bend enough to get his shoulders and hair. She stepped back and surveyed him. “Now you look like a crazy scientist.”
Ellie gave him a comb and then brushed her hair. She put her hair into a damp ponytail and pulled on panties, a bra, jean shorts, and an Arizona State T-shirt.
She felt fresh, clean, relaxed, and ready for a lovely evening with Tucker.
* * *
Tucker slid into his clothes as Ellie headed downstairs in her bare feet. He followed her lead, leaving his athletic shoes and socks off. The carpet felt fuzzy beneath his feet as he walked downstairs and joined her in the tiled kitchen.
He slid onto a stool at the breakfast bar as she asked, “Lemonade or iced tea?”
“Tea sounds great.” He started to slide off his seat. “I can get it.”
Ellie held up her hand. “You sit and relax. I’ve got this.”
She grabbed a pitcher of tea from the fridge, then poured two large glasses full and handed one to him. They both drank, and he was so thirsty that he finished his tea first, and then she filled his glass again.
He wrapped his hand around the cold glass as he watched her. “Anything I can help with?”
Her ponytail bounced against her shoulders as she reached into a cabinet. “Nope, I’ve got it.”
He liked to help her, but he also enjoyed watching her a whole lot, and sitting there gave him the opportunity to do plenty of it. Her skin glowed pink from the shower, or maybe from their lovemaking. Her butt looked sexy as hell in her little denim shorts that barely covered her ass and revealed her long, shapely legs. She only wore revealing clothing when she was at home.
She tended to wear clothing on the conservative side when she left the house, and he appreciated that, especially when she was gathering male fans wherever she went. She was a drop-dead gorgeous woman, and he wasn’t surprised that so many men found her attractive. At the same time, it gave him more reason to be concerned for her.
He folded his arms on the countertop. “What’s for dinner?”
She cast a mischievous smile over her shoulder. “You’ll see.”
After she pulled a stock pot out of one cabinet and a skillet out of another, she soon had a big pot of water on the stove and ground hamburger browning in a pan. She threw together tomato sauce and a bunch of herbs with the meat after it was browned, and soon, he could smell rosemary, oregano, garlic, and the tang of the tomato sauce.
He fiddled with the pepper grinder on the countertop. “My incredible mental powers tell me it’s Italian tonight.”
