Page 61 of Luck Be Mine
“Hello, frogman. You going to share your water?”
“In a minute.” He took her mouth, unleashing the desperate want he’d kept in check for too long. They said make-up sex was the best, but the coming home kind was his favorite.
She stroked his body with nimble fingers. His skin simmered in hot bursts where she touched, and her mouth enticed a deeper dive.
She pulled away and kissed the middle of his chest. A small kiss on a random spot on his body seized his attention.
“Everyone get home okay?”
“Yes.” He didn’t want to talk about the team or the mission. He didn’t want to focus on what he could tell her and what he couldn’t. But sometimes she needed to talk, to settle herself. “All good.”
Her hands shifted to his waist while he waited for another question. One always came. Except, this time, it didn’t.
He drew in a sharp breath as her hands closed over his erection. His heart jumped in time with a spike in his adrenaline. She covered him with both hands and used the water trickling down his chest to lubricate her fingers.
He groaned, struck mute by her soft hands.
She smiled and explored, using her knowledge of anatomy to stroke him until the air backed into his lungs. The pleasure onher face kept him from protesting, but fuck if he didn’t want her under him.
Anticipation tightened his nerves.
He tried to coax her out of the shower and to the bed, but her hands slid over his body. She dropped to her knees on the shower floor and took him into her hot, wet mouth.
His knees wobbled, threatening his balance. He slapped a hand onto the side shower wall to keep upright. With all his away time and Cait’s injuries with dead nerves affecting her hand, oral sex wasn’t a frequent thing in their lovemaking. She stunned his senses with the ebb and flow of her mouth over his cock until he couldn’t be sure he was breathing. He had the record on the team for holding his breath the longest under water, but this choppy, ragged sensation knocked him sideways.
She pulled back and blew gently across the tip. She followed with fingers touching and tongue tasting until he was seated firmly in the warmth of her mouth. The suction and quick strokes of her tongue shoved him to the edge, too long with no sex triggered a tingle down his spine in warning. She gazed at him, obviously enjoying the moment from the satisfaction in her eyes, then she moved her hand to fondle his balls with firm strokes. He shouted her name, tipping into a hard orgasm that spilled into her mouth. Jesus!
He kept a hand on her shoulder and collapsed against the side of the shower, lost in sensation with words jammed in his brain and nerve endings not transmitting.
Finally, he opened his eyes. Her smug grin left him stuttering before finding his center again. “You planned this?”
She bit her lip to hide her smile. “Possibly.”
He helped her stand and pulled her into a deep kiss. She tasted of peppermint and sex, and he mimicked what he wanted to do to her. Switching places with lips sealed together was acareful maneuver, but he succeeded. She groaned as the water hit her back.
He lifted her soap and shampoo, resigning himself to smelling like lavender and vanilla. She kept her eyes closed, staying under the spray, while he washed all of her.
“We need a house with a bigger shower.” He turned off the lukewarm water on her protest. He pulled back the curtain and grabbed two towels from the rack.
“Are we ready for home ownership?” Her sneaky hands stroked the scar down his leg. Her scar.
The long-ago memory of her surgical care on his sliced open ass mellowed him. “It’s what I promised.”
“So I’m told,” she teased.
He dried her back and let her do his. “We’re going to need a house – with a big kitchen and a porch, and a backyard to barbecue,” he quoted. “You asked for those.”
She shut her eyes. “We’ll make memories there, and we’ll know all our neighbors. We’ll have lots of friends, a big yard front and back, flowers and a green, green lawn. And a dog and an iguana and some frogs. There will always be cookies in the cookie jar.”
“Safe harbor.” He kissed her forehead. “But no iguana.”
Her eyes narrowed, calculating. “Niles offered to help search. I’ll call him.”
“Quaid’s butler?”
“Oh, he’s so much more.”
Hunt finished drying her off. “Whatever works. We only have to figure out what we want.” He held a towel for her hair and enjoyed taming the strands.
