Page 80 of Fake It For Love (Faux Love)
I wanted a hot shower. I walked to the bathroom and hoped like hell the hot water would work. It wasn’t exactly hot, but it was better than cold. I stepped under the shower spray and let it flow over me. I wasn’t sure why I was craving a shower after being in the rain for hours. I leaned forward with one hand on the shower wall.
I was alive and well. It was one of those feelings that couldn’t be explained. After that kind of experience, I wasn’t sure I would get to do a lot of things again. A hot shower was one of them. The water turned cold a little too soon. I stepped out and dried off. The bandage on my face was still clinging to my cheek. I had to laugh at the sight of it. I looked like an idiot, but it made her feel better. I reached up and pulled it off. I wouldn’t be seeing her until tomorrow. She only said I had to wear it tonight.
I brushed my teeth and pulled on a pair of underwear. I was just about to climb into bed when I heard a knock so soft on the door, I almost didn’t hear it. It could only be one person. I didn’t bother pulling on my robe. When I opened the door, it was to find Claire. She stared at me with those beautiful green eyes.
I grabbed her wrist and pulled her inside. I didn’t have to question why she was there. We both knew exactly what she was doing. I grabbed her face and kissed her. The door closed behind me. I backed her against the wall and my hands ripped at her shirt. I jerked it up and over her head. Her hands rubbed over my chest.
“You’re alive,” she breathed.
“I’m alive.”
My mouth slid over her jaw and then her neck. “I thought of doing this while I was up there. I didn’t want to die without knowing your body. Tell me I can fuck you.”
“Fuck me,” she demanded.
I unhooked her bra and tossed it out of my way before diving between her breasts. I groaned into the pillowy softness. My mouth opened wide, lapping at her perfect, pebbled nipples while my hands cupped and groped the generous mounds. I wanted to touch her everywhere at once. If only I’d been born an octopus.
My hands dropped away from her breasts with my mouth landing back on hers. She grabbed my head and attacked my mouth with her own. My hands jerked open her shorts before pushing them down her hips. I pulled away her panties next. Her head leaned against the wall with her chest heaving up and down as she looked at me. “I couldn’t die without having you at least once,” I breathed.
“You’re not going to die.”
“Not today,” I replied.
I pinned her body against the wall with my own. Lush curves welcomed me against her. My mouth was once again on hers, hungrily searching for something. I didn’t know what it was, but I knew I needed her. I reached for her hands and pulled them up and over her head. With one hand, I secured her hands against the wall and lowered my mouth to her breasts. I couldn’t get enough of the fullness. I could die a happy man with my face buried in her cleavage.
My free hand slid between her legs and found her hot wet center. That was better than finding gold at the end of a rainbow. She wanted me. “You’re wet,” I breathed.
“And you’re hard.”
I smirked and rubbed my nose against hers. “I guess that’s a go?”
“If you don’t touch me, I will implode. There is such a thing as spontaneous combustion and I’m about to experience it.”
Hearing her say it nearly had me exploding without ever getting inside her. I cupped her pussy and relished in the heat before I began to stroke my fingers over her folds. I teased her while listening to her little gasps of desire. She writhed against the wall. The hands I held pinned above her slid lower until I pulled them back up.
“Ryan,” she whispered.
“I feel you, baby, I feel you.”
I pushed a finger inside her wet heat. She cried out with her hips lunging forward. Her sweet sounds floated around me. I plunged my finger deeper inside her. The wet heat pulled me deeper. It demanded more. I pushed a second finger inside. I dropped her hands and massaged her breast. Her nails scored across my back. That was when I knew I hit the spot. I pushed deeper and felt her juices slide over my fingers. I caressed inside her with my mouth taking hers once again. Every gasp, whimper, and moan were swallowed.
I teased and titillated until her body gave me what I wanted. She broke open with the first orgasm squeezing my fingers inside her sweet, tight body. Feeling her orgasm fueled my desire. I had to have her. This alone was worth flying through a fucking hurricane for.
