The kiss wasn’t soft and finessed at all. It came through quite clearly just how much he’d needed her in the slightly less-than-graceful way he took her mouth. She sighed into him, running her hands all over wherever she could reach.

“I need you.” He broke the kiss and looked her up and down. “Five seconds after I’ve come and I need you again. I think about you arched and moaning, bent over my c**k as you suck me off. I think about how tight your cunt is when I push into you. You make me feel like the luckiest man on earth.”

She didn’t blush for once because the water was so warm, but she would have at such beautiful praise from him.

“Take what you need then. I’m all yours, whenever you need me.”

“I know. It makes my hands shake sometimes, not only just how much I need you but how instantly you give yourself over.”

She found his cock, fisting it as he kissed his way down her neck.

“On your knees on this bench here. Face the outside.”

Gillian moved to obey, shivering not at the cold but at his tone of command. She was sure she held the rim of the hot tub so hard it would break something. But that didn’t matter. All that mattered was him inside her. Her pleasing him.

He moved behind her and wrapped her ponytail around his fist. She stuttered a breath at the way he used it to angle her just right, even as she arched her back to get her ass closer, to push back against him.

“I love it when you do that. When you can’t wait for me to f**k you and your reserve falls away with all your impatience.”

He pressed in. One stroke, hard and deep, bringing a grunt from her lips. Her ass and cunt were out of the water, which was good. Fucking underwater was not fun. But he’d moved her near one of the jets. The foam and enough of the bubbles brushed against her clit as he began to move.

“Your pu**y is on fire. Hot and tight. I love being in you this deep. I love f**king you this way, the sound of the pine trees hushing over those little desperate sounds you make. I know the jet is near your clit. Mmmm, is it making you hot?” He licked over her shoulder and then bit her. Not too hard, but enough to make her give him another one of those sounds he was just praising.

That he knew without a doubt he was not only ringing her bell, but that she’d never done anything like this before, only made him hotter for her.

“Yes,” she managed to gasp out.

“Good. Don’t come yet. I want your cunt grabbing my cock, squeezing until I can’t hold off any longer. And I want to f**k you for a while longer before I blow. And I will.”

She writhed, pushing back to meet his thrust.

Her br**sts called to him so he slid his hands up her sides and around to tease her ni**les. Rolling and tugging, just this side of rough. Her ni**les were very sensitive and he knew just how to touch her. Another thing he loved about her—the way she responded to him.

The only one. She was the only one for him. The only one who’d ever make him feel this way and he knew that to his toes.

“Do you have any idea how you look from my perspective? Your back is curved, your skin beaded with water, flushed with sex and the heat of the water. I could write a dozen f**k songs every time I think of you. Your hair wrapped around my fist as I hold you exactly how I want and you not only give in to it, your pu**y gets juicier and even hotter. Your ni**les, oh, English, so hard in my fingers. The only drawback of taking you from behind is that I can’t lick them and suck on them until you start to pant.”

Her needy sounds began to gain urgency and he knew exactly how she was feeling.

“And then you let that first please go. Please, Adrian, make me come. Please put your c**k in me. You’re so pretty when you beg and use your manners all at once. Though sometimes”—he paused to grab at control, which seemed very insubstantial just then—“sometimes you go another route and you boss me in that haughty way you have and I like that just fine too.”

“If you don’t let me come, I’m going to die. Please, Adrian. Please.”

“Not ready to leave your pu**y just yet.”

That’s when she squeezed her inner muscles and added a tiny swish from side to side when she slid back against him.

He snarled a curse. “Not fair!”

“Hm.” And she did it again. He knew she was close. Her cunt spasmed around him a few times, the way it did right before she came.

He’d gone through his schedule for the next week, had mentally counted all the picks he’d collected and tried to remember the book he’d heard about that morning on NPR, but it didn’t work. That little swivel was more than enough to send him over the edge.

“Siren,” he murmured into her ear. “Go on then, let go and come.” She gulped in a deep breath of air and used her grip on the side of the hot tub to push back harder, her movements getting less and less coordinated as her little pants began to have a soft moan at the end.

And then she was pulling against the hand restraining her hair, needing more. He braced his other hand, the one that had been on her nipple, next to hers on the tub’s wall and gave it to her. Fucking her hard, sending waves of water all over the place, and she broke on a gasped whisper of his name and shoved him right over in her wake.

He came and came and came some more until it nearly began to hurt. He wanted to crawl into her body at these moments, wanted to be closer, wanted to wallow in that heat.

No  p**n , no show, nothing he’d ever done with any other woman had affected him on such an elemental sexual level. Or at all. Nothing and no one could have compared to what he shared with her.