“What was that?” he murmured, kissing her neck just below her ear.
“It feels so good.”
“What does? This?” He ran his tongue down her neck to her shoulder. “Or this?” His fingers dug into her scalp.
“Everything. I never…”
“Tell me. Don’t keep anything inside. Tell me everything you’re thinking. Tell me how I make you feel, Raketa.”
“I didn’t know it would be like this.”
“I’m glad.”
She turned her head to try to see his face. “Why?”
“Because I’m the only one who’s made you feel this way.”
—:—
The feeling of possessiveness that washed over him took Gunner by surprise. He was back to being a caveman wanting to claim her as his own and never let anyone else ever touch her the way he was.
Her body responded to his touch like it was made to feel his fingers. With every whimper, every moan, every squirm he felt himself harden to the point where he ached the same way he guessed she did.
“I want to be inside you,” he whispered. “I don’t think I can wait.”
She moved away from him, but he pulled her back.
“Don’t go anywhere,” he said as he reached over the side of the tub and pressed the control for the shower. He hadn’t used the option before, but it was perfect. Instead of water raining down directly on them, the flow encircled them.
“Stay right where you are,” he said, moving her to the other side of the tub’s ledge. “I’ll be right back.”
“Where are you going?”
“To get a condom, sweetheart. Don’t move.” He rested his gaze on her nakedness. It was almost impossible to pull himself away from her, but he had to protect her like he said he would. As much as he wanted to feel her wrapped around him with nothing between them, he couldn’t risk getting her pregnant when she was trusting him to take care of her.
As he padded his way to the bedroom, a terrible thought crossed his mind. Had he used a condom when they were together before? He couldn’t remember, but it seemed unlikely.
Later, they’d talk about it. Now wasn’t the time to bring up the night she’d given him the gift of herself and he was too drunk to appreciate it.
He grabbed the unopened box from the drawer of his nightstand and silently thanked Razor for giving him a gift they both thought was a joke as a housewarming present.
When he walked back into the bathroom and saw her sitting right where he’d left her with the glow of the fire illuminating her through the stream of water, he stopped moving and soaked in every inch of her.
Instead of taking her there like he’d planned, Gunner walked over, turned off the water, and gathered her in his arms. The caveman was back. He wanted her in his bed tonight and every night after that.
He felt the chill on her skin and held her closer to him. “Let’s get you warm.”
“I feel like I’m already on fire.”
“Hang on, baby, soon it’ll feel like an inferno.”
She smiled as he sat down on the bed with her still in his arms. He opened the box and pulled out a foil packet.
“Next time I’ll let you do this, but right now, I feel like I’ll explode if you even touch me,” he said when she reached for it.
He shifted her off his lap, sheathed himself, and then rested his body between her legs.
“Eyes open,” he said when she closed them. “Keep your eyes on mine. I want you to see what you do to me when I’m inside you.”