Chapter 501 Chapter 501
A low growl rumbled through his chest, and she found herself lifted up into his body. Letting go of the towel, she put her hands behind his head and accepted the assault on her mouth. His muscles were rock hard against her, but his touch was gentle. He wasn’t gentle in his kiss, a heat went through her, and he knew how to play the game too.
Her back hit the door as he walked her backward without breaking the kiss. Amari dropped her hands to the waist of his jeans, fast and frenzied was fine with her. She preferred that to slow, emotional, feely romps. The abundance of feelings trapped inside her from being abducted needed a good purge and this man was going to do the job just fine.
Jerking the towel out from between them, he shoved his pants down off his body and then lifted her as he stepped out of them. Her body was already shaking with need, and she chastised herself for denying it so long that she was acting like a virgin as he kissed her again. When another rumble went through his chest, she moaned in response to it.
He gripped her hips and hiked her up higher, bracing her shoulders against the wall, and then thrust into her without that awkward fumbling that usually happened with two strangers. Amari tore her mouth from his and moaned as he slowly lifted her up, as he slid out of her body. This was what she needed, a man to do the driving for a few minutes and just let her ride along. The gentle touch combined with the hard entry had her almost off the charts as far as being turned. When he thrust into her again, she threw her head back, knocking it against the wall, and didn’t care at all.
Slowly, he pulled out again and she was too busy trying to remember to suck air in that she didn’t realize he moved away completely until her feet touched the floor. Her eyes popped open to see him watching her, a focused look of promise on his face. Normally she wouldn’t trust a man for anything, but she sensed with him he meant to follow through.
Wrapping his arm around her, he moved to the shower, pulling her along with him. Yanking the curtain back, he leaned down and turned on the water, his eyes stayed locked on hers the entire time and she was almost squirming with anticipation and need.
She heard the spray of the water hit the tub but was too caught up in him to care whether she got that shower now or not. He turned and pulled her into his body again, kissing the side of her neck gently, it sent shivers through her. Grasping her hips, he lifted her back up against his body and stepped in under the spray.
Ten minutes earlier her only thought was to have a shower, now that she was under the spray, bathing wasn’t a priority. Tripp nipped her neck with his teeth and then moved back to her mouth. Amari wasn’t usually big on the kissing part of this, but his mouth she couldn’t get enough of. She took a hold of his hair this time and held onto it, so she could stop him from pulling away from her again. The little prelude before the water was barely a taste and she loved it—needed more of it.
Tripp shifted so she was completely under the spray as he kissed her, his tongue stabbing into her mouth and stroking hers. The taste of him felt more intimate than she’d ever felt before and it accelerated her need even more.
Later when she was clear-headed, she would blame it on being so long since she’d been close to someone or that it was the adrenaline from being taken—but right this minute, right now she knew it was the man and not any other circumstance. Her whole body was going into overdrive, his hands moving over her, the cool tile against her back, the heat from the water pelting off her and his mouth, it was almost more than she could stand right now.
Tearing her mouth from his, she gasped for a breath and then lowered her mouth to his shoulder, she bit into it lightly before continuing down his chest. Her mouth followed her hands as they traveled over the taut muscle. His hand moved to her hair and gripped it, but he didn’t pull her away, just held it and let her explore his body. When she gently bit one of his nipples, his hand tightened, and he pulled her head back. The kiss she was rewarded with was rough and consuming.
Her cat was going crazy inside her and Amari couldn’t think through the lust haze to figure out why. She wasn’t objecting to him; it was almost the opposite. When Tripp lifted his mouth from hers and boosted her up higher on his body, her cat went completely still. Anticipation filled her and she wasn’t sure if it was her own or combined with her animal.
A deep growl came from him, and it was more animal than man, the sound turned her on even more than she already was. She needed him to touch her, everywhere, now. She needed to feel him fill her but didn’t want this part to end either. She rarely lost herself in someone’s touch, often she yearned for just that and now, this right now was more than she’d ever felt before.
He turned them so the spray was at their backs and then she found herself looking at the tiles. With slow, but not too gentle movements, he placed her hands against the wall and ran his down her arms, then over the front of her. His mouth moved roughly over the side of her neck and shoulder. She shuddered with anticipation.
The slow movements ended when he lifted her one foot to rest on the edge of the tub. He entered her from behind with a hard thrust, lifting her leg as he did. Amari moaned with each movement from him. She was spiraling fast from the sensations. He was pressed against her back, one hand holding hers in place on the wall, the other hand exploring the front of her. She could barely focus to stay standing.
Each stroke grew faster, and harder and she was so close to the edge of the promise of sweet release that she frantically tried to move with him to obtain it. He pinned her with his arm, lifting her just enough that she couldn’t. His lips traveled roughly along her neck and even her cat went crazy. “Use your teeth,” she gasped needing that painful-pleasure sensation.
Tripp complied with her prompt and everything inside her blurred as she crashed over the edge. She may have cried out, but she couldn’t be sure, the feelings rippled through her in never-ending ecstasy that rendered her helpless and unable to think. He growled with her flesh still clamped in his teeth and then went ridged.
Amari almost slid down the tile when he released her and stepped under the water. She wasn’t a cuddler, but normally her partner at least let her catch her breath. She sucked in a breath and then realized her neck was stinging. Touching it she felt the warmth from blood and the outline of teeth marks on her neck. Eyes wide she looked at him, “what did you do?” She smirked, not even caring. He looked like someone had stabbed him in the gut—not the look she expected after that shattering moment.
Tripp put his hand over his mouth and then held it out toward her, “I’m sorry.” He flipped the wet hair back from his face, “you told me to use my teeth, and,” he motioned to her neck, “I got carried away in the moment.”
Struggling through the fog to suck air into her lungs, she closed her eyes for a moment as an aftershock rippled through her. That was the most satisfying release she’d ever had. She smiled and opened her eyes. The guy still had a shocked look on his face, “it’s not the first bite I’ve gotten.” She smirked, “no biggie. It will heal up next time I shift.” After what he’d done for her, she could forgive him for just about anything.
Tripp opened his mouth and then snapped it shut. “I better go check on our friend.”
Amari blinked; she’d completely forgotten about the tranq’d man in the other room. “Yeah, I’m just going to scrub the gas smell away.” She wanted to kiss him again, knowing that as soon as he got out of the shower it would be back to business. It was too damn bad this was the only opportunity they were going to get; she wouldn’t mind a repeat with him at all. “Thanks for the assist, special operations.” She stepped under the spray with him and stretched up to kiss his mouth softly. He returned the kiss and even lingered for a moment, making her think he wouldn’t object to another few rounds at some point, but then he lifted his head and stepped out of the tub, closing the curtain behind him.
Her body was buzzing and content, and she refused to overthink his reaction. She didn’t need attachments and she knew the job he had didn’t leave room for any of that relationship stuff either. Picking up the sample bottle of shampoo, she squeezed some into her palm and decided her hair needed the scrubbing of a lifetime after the last few days.
Her cat was quiet and content right now, making Amari smile, he was good enough to settle her uptight cat down. “Bonus points for you, special operations.” She whispered and then lathered her hair up.