Ice (Elite Forces #1)(45)
He's coming through the door before I can pull my shirt off. I knew he would. If there’s one thing I can say about our relationship, it’s that our sexual chemistry toward one another topples anything I’ve experienced before. Hell, we could set a room on fire just by looking at each other.
“You sure about this, Jade? My intentions tonight were to hold you while you slept. After walking in and witnessing your nightmare—” I cut him off right there.
“I’m going to have nightmares, Kaleb. I’d give anything not to have them, but trust me, please, when I tell you I’m dealing. You know me well enough by now I hope to know that if I didn’t want you in this shower with me, I would tell you. Besides, if all you do in here is hold me, then that’s enough.” My back is to him when I speak. I adjust the water in this huge walk-in shower.
I do turn around while I pull my tank top over my head, then I slip out of my boy shorts and walk to stand directly in front of him. Our bodies are so close, and I hunger for him to touch me.
“You’ll get through it. I want you to know I’m here if you want to talk.” The last thing on my mind right now is to talk. My fingers caress over his inked, tanned, toned skin.
“Someday I want you to tell me if these all have special meanings to you.” I lean in and kiss the skull tattoo in the middle of his chest; it’s surrounded by a set of wings so intricately designed.
“Anything you want, Jade.” His eyes capture mine, his muscles flex under my touch. His cock presses against my stomach. My * clenches at the thought of how he feels. He has no idea, but he’s exactly what I need right now. I need to feel cherished and wanted.
“Get your ass in that shower before I bend you over this sink and f*ck your sweet ass again.” Well damn, I was beginning to wonder when dominating Kaleb was going to come out and play.
“Yes, Sir.” I smirk and drop my hands from his chest, then spin around and step into the shower, stifling back the laugh when he hisses loudly.
I lean my head back and let the hot water cascade down my back. I close my eyes briefly then snap them open when I feel him in front of me. His hands skim across my nipples, causing them to peak and scream for his attention. When he takes one in his mouth, I moan. The way he works my body sends shivers down my spine in spite of the fact we’re standing in a scorching hot shower. His hand flicks and toys with one nipple, while his mouth nips at the other. “God, Kaleb.” I arch into him, begging for more. He changes positions, working the other breast with his mouth, while his other hand plays with the one his mouth left. Before I can speak, I’m being hoisted up, my legs wrapped around his waist, as he steps backwards and sits on the long marbled seat. His cock is so close to where I need him to be. Where I am now beginning to believe he was meant to be.
“Ride me, baby. Wrap me in your sweetness. Take what belongs to you.” His voice is gruff and full of desire.
His hands move up and down my inner thighs to the round curve of my ass, pressing his long erection into my core. The urge to have his mouth on mine while I sink down on him drives me to nip at his bottom lip. I’m desperate to let him hear what he does to me through our mouths when we connect.
When my tongue sweeps across his, our mouths open up. I lift my hips and trace my finger up the length of his cock, then grip him firmly in my hands, placing him where I want him. My greedy * opens up as he stretches me wide, while I moan my pleasure into his mouth, tasting his animalistic growl. God, he consumes me and fills me completely. My hands go to his head, and his hands stay on my hips, gliding me up and down so that I feel every inch of him.
Between the flush from the steam coming from the shower and my sexual desire to fulfill us both, I feel like I might melt into the damn floor at any minute.
“Fuck. You feel so good. You have no idea what you do to me. Watching you take what you want. Riding my cock. The f*cked look of your wet hair and the beautiful glisten of your skin have me so hard I’ve got your tight * gripping my cock like it’s so damn thirsty.” His words undo me. I press him back until his head lies against the tiled wall. I ride him until my legs sting. I say his name every time he hits the spot that tempts to send me over the edge. He knows I’m close. So is he.
His lids hood over his eyes, and he lifts me, placing me up against the opposite side of the spray. He slams into me and f*cks me hard. I can feel his cock pulsing and my heart screaming with the urgent need to tell him how much I want him. I need to feel the way he makes me feel; instead, I holler out his name when I feel him release inside of me. His warmth then sends me over the edge. My fingers burn from gripping his shoulders as we both come so hard our breathing is out of control.
“I’m glad you're here,” I speak honestly after he pulls out of me and turns me around to stand under the hot spray. “Me too. Even though I have no f*cking clue what the hell to do on a ranch.”
“Me either, but getting away and spending time together is what we need. There are so many things I’m dying to know about you,” I say as I reach for the soap and start to run it across his chest. I continue to clean his body from head to toe while sorting out in my head about where to start with my questions. I want to know everything about him. Our relationship started as backwards as one can get. It’s time to move forward. I want to know the real Kaleb Maverick. What makes him tick? What are his likes and dislikes? What all his job entails. Everything.