their bodies together as he stroked her back, his touch loosening every connection in her body when he began massaging the base of her spine. She arched and moved against him, the rhythmic, kneading pressure setting off pinpoints of sensation that saturated her with tingling weakness.
“It benefits both of us but will require a bit of work on your part.”
His fingers tangling in her hair, Hemingway turned her head, leaving a trail of drugging kisses up her neck, pulling her deeper into a swirl of sensation. He lingered at the pulse point below her ear, tasting her skin, then he shifted his hand. He eased into the cradle of her thighs.
The hard jut of his erection pressed against her and he rasped, “I’m in no position to negotiate.”
She wrapped her fingers around him, her palm stroking him all the way to his velvet head, enjoying it as his eyes glassed over. She kissed his soft, slack mouth, loving having this powerful man in the palm of her hand as water poured over their sweat-slickened torsos. He groaned so deep and beautiful in his chest, she stroked him using both hands, her thumb gliding over the tip of his cock.
Her pulse caught when he grabbed her by her upper arms, pressing her against the warm, slick tiles and his rock-hard body. “Babe, please,” he whispered with nothing short of desperation.
Shea lifted her hips. With two words, he’d negotiated himself where he wanted to be as she let go and slipped her hands around to his taut ass and pulled.
Pleasure ripped through her, and she flexed her knees, urging him on as she held on to his butt, his powerful muscles clenching and releasing. How could she be so sensitive to him? It was as if everything connected in a golden way. It was as if he knew the secret of her body, her sexuality, her…soul.
His response was to settle himself deeper between her legs. He lifted her under her backside, hoisting her up until her back wedged against the tile. She wrapped her legs around his hips. Bracing his weight on his arms, he framed her face, then thrust. This time her eyes glassed over, everything going foggy as her world narrowed down to him between her legs.
The pleasure intensified with each flex of his hips, building so fast in the steamy moisture. She wanted to slow down, remember every moment, saturate herself in every feeling, every sensation, but their collective desires were fast moving trains on a collision course, and she could only ride out the powerful emotions locomoting through her.
This was just sex. Just sex with a skilled, physically buff sailor, she thought again, but she wondered if she was reminding herself of that fact because there was an irrevocable bond being forged, a union like no other. And it absolutely had nothing to do with sex. Damn this man.
He was relentless, his thrusts increasing in a tempo that was nothing but hot, hard flesh, deep gasps and rumbling growls. She clung to him, crying out when he slicked his thumb over her engorged core, setting off an explosion as she came hard. Following at the peak of her release with his own.
He was shaking as he slid from her body and let her legs drop from around his waist. He rolled them both, so his back was braced by the tile, and he held her tightly against him as they both fought for breath. Her knees were loose and wobbly, her muscles pliant, on the verge of uselessness.
He shut off the water, blindly reaching down and pushing on the knob. He didn’t move, and she didn’t either. The steam slowly dissipated as their heartbeats eased to a more regular pace.
His arms were sheltering, his chest wide and nice to ease against. Resting so comfortably in his embrace was against her nature. With a Navy Admiral as a father, he’d taught her to stand on her own two feet, and the ranks of NCIS had made her even more independent. Those hard lessons had been carried over into all aspects of her personal life, including intimacy. She could barely put two thoughts together, so trying to understand why she was acting this way was beyond her. Maybe it was seeing him working so hard today after hours of physical abuse that he took in stride, his bolstering of his teammates, and his indomitable spirit. Maybe coming home and connecting with her brother again had shaken something loose.
She must have