Walker (In the Company of Snipers #21) - Irish Winters Page 0,88

time. Remember?”

“Men. You all seem to think intimacy begins and ends with an orgasm.”

Well, duh.

Persia reached between them, lifting her backside as the water she displaced lapped at his chin, while her fingers curled around him. And Walker thought he’d died and gone to heaven.

“But sometimes, it’s more about you and me connecting emotionally instead of just physically, don’t you think?” That one long, languorous stroke from root to tip got his full undivided attention. Every drop of blood in his brain went south.

“If you say so.” He was all ears now. All cock, too.

“This is just about us, Hotrod. You and me,” she purred, her hair a gorgeous, glossy curtain of ebony spilling off her shoulders, the wet ends of it brushing over his belly and pecs like downy angel feathers from heaven. Tickling. Inciting him. Making him forget… everything.

“We,” she breathed through lips as red and sweet as the first strawberries in spring.

“Yeah. Us.” Oh, God, kill me now… He’d turned into a brain-dead moron. Strawberries in spring? Who thought of crap like that?

Positioning him at the entrance to heaven, where he ardently wanted it to go, Persia lowered her backside slowly. The bathwater stilled. Her eyes fixed on him, she gradually impaled herself to the hilt. Sparks. He could’ve sworn he saw sparks when, at last, her body encompassed his dick, and they melted together. The water wasn’t cold anymore.

Moaning, that sexy sound coming from the back of her throat, she wiggled her beautiful ass and seated him deep. Again they were one. No borders. No boundaries. No in between. Just skin to skin. Lover to lover. Hot, hard heat to slick, warm heaven.

His hips lifted, sealing them more fully together, just like she’d said. With him inside as deep as he could go, he watched her head and all that hair tip backward. With a feminine growl, at the same time, she thrust her plump, beautiful breasts more fully into his icy-cold hands.

Like a heat-seeking missile, Walker took control of the diamond peak within reach. Breathing hard, he sucked her nipple into his mouth and gave her what she needed.

Squirming over his hips now, she straightened and crossed her arms behind his head, trapping his face to her breast. Friction had never felt so damned good. So hot. Nor smelled as sweet. Tingles ran up the back of his legs, urging one hard thrust after another. Bathwater splashed. Walker didn’t care. He had what he wanted, and injured or not, he would deliver this time.

Leaning back under water until his shoulders were covered, he pulled her down to his level, laving her other rosy-hued nipple. He hollowed his cheeks and suckled, flicking his tongue over and around it until—Persia’s legs stiffened. That was what he wanted. Her to scream and smile.

Those amazing pelvic muscles of hers contracted like a fist, and ‘Go time!’ roared up his spine. It was all he could do to hold off and not blow his second chance to pleasure her. He didn’t have to wait long. Groaning now, her frantic body took over, squeezing and melting and—

Persia growled like a wildcat! Man, he loved the throaty, primal rumbles coming from deep in her chest. It vibrated through her body and into his. When the unspoken command resonating from the depths of her body told him she’d reached her zenith, his body obeyed like the slave it was. With one last thrust, he exploded up and into her. Everything. He gave more and more until…

The power of that release all but took the top of his head off. He hadn’t come this quickly or this hard since he’d been a horny teenager.

It wasn’t simply sex, where one woman and one man experienced separate orgasms, this time. This was one magnificent coming. Together. Simultaneously, a cataclysmic clash of two dynamic halves joining into one magnificent whole. The exquisite power of it rippled through Walker. Like a powerful tsunami, it began at his toes, then climbed upward through his body, sweeping every last worry, thought, and care away. The oddest surge of tranquility invaded his soul as it ebbed, replacing his fear. He was a man again.

Like a mermaid out of Neptune’s deepest depths, Persia arched forward, sending the long strands of wet hair over her head in a magnificent arc. Bathwater rained down on both of them as dripping wet black ribbons splattered against his face, and into his eyes. Walker smiled from within the velvet cage she’d just trapped him in. He