I gasped in surprise when he applied enough force to hold me in place. I didn’t squirm. I went completely still beneath his strength.
He slid his cock deep inside me. A moan pushed out of my throat. My eyes rolled back and I gripped the bed sheets.
“Oh, fuck,” I managed.
Peter rocked against me. “You take my cock like such a good girl.”
His husky voice nearly broke me.
“I want you to come for me,” he growled.
My grip on the sheets tightened. My squirming body moved of its own volition. I’d lost control a long time ago. Every sound, every movement, and every breath were subconscious. My mind had taken a back seat. I was nothing but pleasure as Peter fucked me senseless.
His thighs slapped against the back of my legs. Our wet skin was cold in the air-conditioned room, but the blood coursing through my veins warmed me up from the inside out. He drove in deep, and I cried out as my thighs began to tremble and quiver. Seconds later, I could feel my own juices running down the inside of my legs.
Peter gave in behind me. His grip tightened on the back of my neck. I saw stars in the best way, arched my back, and mumbled against the pressure under his hand for him to come.
He filled me up with a deep groan. The tension in my body vanished and I melted against the mattress when he released me and stepped back. I stayed where I was, face down, ass up, heart racing, until he patted my ass and told me the bath water was still warm.
Chapter 31
Peter
I grabbed two bottles of cold water from the mini fridge in the room and joined Katie back in the bathtub. She’d already sunk down to her chin and rested with her neck against the foam pillow mounted to one side of the tub. Her eyes were closed, her cheeks were flushed, and her mascara was even messier now than it had been when she started crying on the veranda.
She looked sexy as hell. And a little wrecked.
Wrecked in the best way, I mused to myself as I got comfortable at the other end of the tub.
She cracked open one eye and I held out the water to her. Katie twisted the cap off, tilted her head back, and drained half the bottle in five gulps.
She came up for air with a smack of her lips and a satisfied smile. “Thanks, I needed that.”
“I figured you’d have a sore throat after all that screaming.”
She smiled coyly. “It was worth it.”
“That’s what I like to hear.”
She giggled and settled back into the water to run her arms over the surface and through what little bubbles remained. We’d sent most of them over the edge of the tub. There was now a giant pool of water to be soaked up.
That’s what the extra towels in the closet are for.
I wasn’t oblivious to the fact that the conversation Katie and I started on the veranda wasn’t over. There were still some things I wanted to say, and I hoped we’d started on the right foot by being intimate.
“You know,” I said slowly, hoping I didn’t put my foot in my mouth again, “biological children aren’t the only way to have kids of our own. Should we get to that point, of course.”
She stopped playing with the bubbles.
I continued. “I’ve always been curious about adoption.”
Katie licked her lips. “Are you just saying that?”
“No,” I said earnestly. “I’m not. It’s a good option, I think. Especially for someone who has always worried a little bit about passing certain genes down to their children they would rather avoid.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, Alzheimer’s for starters. Heart disease. Cancer. It’s all thick in my bloodline, especially among the men.”
Katie swallowed. “So… are you saying this isn’t a dealbreaker for you?”
I shook my head. “It’s absolutely not a dealbreaker for me.”
“You mean it?”
The hope in her voice lit a bright light in my soul. “I mean it,” I promised.
Katie smiled. I’d seen her smile a thousand times over since bumping into her at the St. John local market, but I’d never seen her smile quite like this. Her eyes were bright and almost glittery, like a child’s eyes full of wonder and excitement the first time they saw a lit Christmas tree in front of the window on a snowy night.
There were a thousand things I wanted to do with her and for her.