in and out of her. As the pace increased, the jets pummeled their bodies and the water splashed over the rim.
Ariana rode Dillon, her body tensing as she climbed that slope to the very top.
When he thrust once more and buried himself deep inside her, she shot over the edge, her channel throbbing around him, the tingling electrical sensations rippling from her core outward to the very tips of her fingers and toes. “Oh, Dillon. Sweet Jesus, yes!”
He laughed and plunged once more into her, holding her down on him until he’d spent himself, his cock jerking with each spasm.
When they both came back to earth, they sank deeper into the tub and touched each other all over, exploring the other’s body until their skin shriveled and the alarm on the stove in the kitchen alerted them to check the pie in the oven.
“I’ll get it,” Ariana said, climbing out of the tub.
“I’ll help.” Dillon got out behind her, snagged a towel from a rack and wrapped it around her. He grabbed one for himself, hitched it around his hips and hurried after her to the kitchen.
Ariana pulled the apple pie from the oven and set it on the stovetop to cool.
“Are you ready to eat?” she asked. “The pizza is cold.”
“Mmm. I don’t give a damn about the pizza.” He turned her around to face him, and then lifted her up to sit her on the counter. “I didn’t get to taste the appetizer.” He parted her legs, slipped the towel from around her body and stepped between her knees.
“You left the protection in the bathroom,” she reminded him.
He shook his head. “Won’t need it for what I have in mind.” He captured her mouth with his and kissed her long and hard, sliding his tongue over hers. Leaving her lips, he trailed his mouth over her jaw and down the long line of her throat to where the pulse beat fast at the base. He didn’t linger there but moved lower to capture a nipple between his teeth, rolling it until it hardened into a tight little bead.
Ariana’s back arched, pressing her breast deeper into his mouth.
He sucked it in, pulling hard.
She gasped and clung to him as he flicked the tip and nibbled. Then he moved to the other breast, applying the same technique there before he left to explore her torso, traveling across each rib and lower still to the hair covering her sex.
He dropped to a knee and parted her folds with this thumbs.
Ariana’s breath caught and held in her throat as he flicked her clit with the tip of his tongue.
A rush of air left her lungs, and she threaded her fingers through his hair, dragging him closer.
He flicked that highly sensitive nubbin of flesh again setting off an eruption of sensations so powerful they made Ariana shake with the intensity.
Dillon increased his offensive, taking her with his mouth, conquering her with an orgasm that shook her to her very center.
She leaned back on her hands, her head thrown back, her body quivering with her release.
When she came back to her senses, Dillon stood there, a smile on his face and a slice of pizza in his hand. “Hungry?”
“Starving,” she said and took the slice from him. A sun-dried tomato slipped out of the cheese and fell onto her left breast. When she started to scoop it off with her finger, he grabbed her wrist.
“That’s mine,” he growled and bent to suck it off, licking the tomato sauce from her skin. “Now, if anyone asks me what you taste like, I can honestly say pizza.” He grinned and turned her hand to take a bite of her pizza.
For the rest of the afternoon, they ate, slipped back into the hot tub, showered, napped in the king-sized bed and explored every inch of each other’s bodies.
When night fell, they cocooned themselves in a sheet and sat on the floor by the window, staring out at the blanket of lights below that made up the city of Austin.
Ariana sighed, leaning into his naked body. “You must love it here.”
“It was just another place to sleep, until someone covered me in flour, showed me how to make pizza on a stone and added raisins to my apple pie. Who would have thought those things would make this mausoleum of a condo come alive?”
“You really do love the ranch, don’t you?” she said, snuggling into the crook of his arm.
“It’s my home. I feel more myself there. Making