“Don’t care,” he growls.
“But—”
I gasp as his hands grasp my leggings and panties, shoving them down in one quick motion. He reaches around and slides his fingers through my wet folds. Grabbing the edge of the sink to steady myself, I press my lips together, trying to hold back my cries as he sinks two fingers inside my pussy.
“Christ, you’re soaked.” He moves them in and out, and it takes all my power to stay upright. “Were you thinking about last night? Remembering how my cock filled you? Fucked you? Gave you more orgasms than you knew what to do with? You want that again?”
I slap my other hand against the mirror and our eyes lock in its reflective surface, so full of lust and desire, I swear the mirror fogs from the heat we’re emanating.
“You need me to fuck you again, Delaney?” he rasps. I hear his zipper go down and then feel the press of his thick cock from behind. I rub my ass against his erection until he groans.
“Is that whatyouwant, Ryder?” I challenge right back. He starts playing with my clit and I bite down, trying not to give in to the sensation attempting to break me apart. Not yet, anyway. “You want to feel my pussy squeeze around your cock? Milk you hard?”
We stare at each other, waiting to see who gives in first.
“Fuck, yes,” he finally grits between clenched teeth, then slams inside me.
I try to stifle my cries as he thrusts in and out, hard and fast, so dominant, but it’s near fucking impossible to stay silent. Huffing out a whimper with every plunge of his cock, his powerful thrusts push me against the sink. I’m going to have bruises on my thighs, but I don’t care. All I care about is the way he fills me, stretches me, claims me.
But I’m claiming him, too. He’s surrendering to me as much as I am to him. The last thing I want is for this to be a one-sided romance. I’m not sure I could handle the loss.
But after last night—and after this powerful exchange—I know it’s not. It’s something so much more.
I can’t stop the pulsing waves that suddenly ripple like electric currents throughout my body as I come hard. My head falls back against his strong shoulder as he stiffens, going up on his toes, his hips jerking against me, and his hot release filling me.
“Fuuuck,” he breathes. His lips brush the side of my neck and he slowly pulls out. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“No,” I whisper. I grab a paper towel, wet it and clean his cum from between my thighs. Fuck is right. We just had sex without protection.
No barrier. No condom.
Those words flash through my head like a blinking neon sign. Pulling up my panties and leggings, I try not to thinktoo hard about what that could mean. Try not to think about the potential consequences.
“We should get back out there before someone comes looking for us.” He’s staring at me in the mirror, and I can tell he’s on the verge of saying something more, but he doesn’t. Instead, he zips his pants back up, unlocks the door, and steps out.
“I need a minute,” I tell him, pulling the door shut in his face. I don’t mean to be rude, but I’m shaking, and I don’t want him to see me uncertain and… scared. For a long moment, I study my flushed cheeks. Heaving out a sigh, I pinch the bridge of my nose and squeeze my eyes shut.
Things just went from playful dalliance to danger zone.
Chapter Eighteen: Ryder
Ifucked up.Those three words keep echoing in my head as I feel Delaney pull away more and more with every mile closer we get to landing in Botswana.
How could I be so fucking stupid? So damn reckless. I lost all control and fucked her in the bathroom without protection. Totally unacceptable. Goddamn disrespectful. And I’m pissed at myself for being so careless. I was on the verge of apologizing, starting a conversation we should have had before that kind of intimacy ever became a reality, when she shut the door in my face. Now I just feel like the world’s biggest jerk.
I really want to talk about what happened before she can stew too long about it, but it’s impossible to have aprivate conversation with my team surrounding us. I’m almost tempted to pull her back into the bathroom to talk, but I don’t think that’s the best idea.
It’s time we sat down and had a long conversation, anyway. I need her to see how good we are together. That it’s so much more than just sex—which obviously is so fucking amazing I can’t stop myself from being a damn caveman around her. It’severythingabout her. How well we work together, understand each other, complement each other’s skills, see each other for who we really are. Yes, I lost myself in the moment, but it’s only because I literally can’t see myself with anyone but her ever again.
And if I need to grovel, I will. Because I’m not losing this woman. No fucking way. Whatever I have to do to make her see our potential, make her see how much I care about her, I’m going to do it.
“Once this is all over, we need to talk,” I murmur under my breath. She looks over at me, blue-green eyes carefully blank, and I hate it. She’s throwing those goddamn walls up again, trying to keep me out. But I’m going to tear them down. Every last one. From this point forward, I belong to her, and I need her to know that.
For the first time in my life, I’m all in.
I’m in love.
Christ.I rake a shaky hand through my hair and hope she doesn’t break my heart. That would really fucking suck. All I know is I will never break hers. I’ll always protect her, shield her. Love her fiercely. If only she’ll let me.