When my foot was slipping on the tub, he lifted the other leg over his shoulder too, and I was caught. Pinned between Hayes’ large body, his mouth and the tile.
My fingers tangled in his wet hair as I writhed on him then clenched as I came because he’d not only fucked a finger into my pussy, but carefully slid one into my ass, at least partway. That bold action, where it had been unexpected and without any gentle finesse, had pushed me over the edge. I cried out his name as I came and came. He didn’t let up, tugging on my clit and curling a thick finger over a magical spot inside me until I was wrung out, thankful he was holding me up.
“Just sex, Hayes,” I murmured, realizing I was in big trouble here. A thirty-second orgasm and a finger in the ass. I could get used to it.
His fingers stilled then slipped from me. The next thing I knew, the shower was off, I was over his shoulder and tossed onto my bed. Dripping wet.
I was in a far from seductive pose, legs spread, but awkwardly, and I pushed up on an elbow.
“Just sex? This is how I do just sex. Rough. Wild. No holding back. Think you can handle that?”
I couldn’t help but lick my lips and nod because all of that sounded really good. Especially coming from a guy as perfectly formed, as perfectly rugged and manly as Hayes.
“I like to be in control, baby doll.” He held up his hand. “I think you like it, too. Your pussy’s wet. I can see it from here. You were creaming all over my face.” He brought a finger to his mouth and sucked on it. “Tastes fucking good, too.”
“Hayes.”
“I won’t ever do something you don’t want. You don’t like it, you tell me. But don’t lie and say you don’t like me in charge when it comes to sex because I know otherwise.”
I snapped my mouth closed because he was right. I’d already come. He hadn’t.
“Fine.”
“Fine from a woman means anything and everything but fine. Say yes, Hayes, I want you in charge.”
I looked at the ceiling and gave a humorous laugh. This was what I got for craving a guy like Hayes.
Of course, he wasn’t doing anything wrong except coming up alongside all my insecurities and hot buttons and pushing every one. But I didn’t care. Ultimately, I was still in charge. He may think he was getting a submissive baby doll, but I was getting what I needed.
“Yes, Hayes, I want you in charge,” I lied.
Or maybe it wasn’t a lie–at least not for these sixty seconds.
He nodded once then stalked toward me, taking a gentle hold of my ankle and pulling me close. “Now, the one thing we didn’t do the other day, or earlier, is kiss. I want those lips, baby doll.”
I put a hand on his chest when he crawled up over me and shook my head. “I told you, I’m not your baby doll.”
His eyes crinkled. “You did, didn’t you?” He slanted his mouth over mine and slid his lips ever so slowly over it. I was expecting rough. I thought he’d be quick with the tongue. But he took his time. The unexpected softness set off flutters in my belly. He continued to taste me this way, with soft exploration, even while every other part of him–particularly the part I wanted most between my legs–was hard and insistent.
I lost my breath, looping my arm behind his neck to deepen the kiss. Kisses often bored me, but there was nothing boring about Hayes or the size of him above me. I liked his focus. The intensity. The way he went slow and soft enough for me to register every tiny nuance.
“Mmm.” He rubbed his lips when we broke apart. “That was even better than I imagined.”
He’d imagined kissing me? For some reason, it seemed out of place with the guy who’d shoved me up against the barn wall and screwed me senseless. Out of place but not disappointing.
Still, I wasn’t going to go soft and senseless on him. “You going to kiss me all night, or can I get some action around here?”
In a flash, Hayes had my wrists pinned beside my head and his knee shoving my thighs wide. I arched against him, not to fight the restraint, but to get more of my skin in contact with his.
“Come on, Hayes. Show me what you’ve got,” I dared.
“It’s Rafael.”
“What?”
“My name. Call me Rafael. Or Raf for short.”
Rafael. It suited him–strong and protective. “Show me, Raf.” I rolled my hips up to meet his.
He lowered his head, and I rolled my eyes when it seemed like he was coming in slow for another kiss, but he bit my lower lip and pulled it between his teeth before releasing it with a pop.