Page 43 of Accidentally Mine

He knelt down on the fluffy bathmat beside the tub, took the washcloth from my hand and dipped it in the water.

He hooked a finger at me. “Come closer.”

I sat up from the curved lip of the tub and moved through the water. He leaned over the tub, running the cloth slowly over my back. I sighed, leaning into his touch. “You’re tense,” he noted.

I sighed. “Very.” What I really needed was a full-body massage. And not from a salon.

I wanted his hands. Only his hands.

After a moment, he stopped. “This isn’t ideal,” he said as he surveyed the tub. “I know how to make it better.”

“So do I.” I grabbed his shirt-covered arm and tugged as if I were going to pull him into the tub with me fully clothed.

He laughed, low and sexy at my eagerness, stood, and began unbuttoning his shirt and stripping it off.

He kicked off his shoes and pulled off his belt, going for his zipper next.

His pants hit the floor with his briefs, and next were his socks, and all the while I watched, practically drooling.

“You okay?” he asked me when I hadn’t said a word.

I nodded. “I’m just an old jailbird. It’s been a long time since I experienced the pleasures of the flesh.”

The corner of his mouth raised in a half-smile. “Poor thing.”

I moved forward as he stepped in, sliding into the tub behind me and pulling me back against him. The skin on skin contact sent an electric thrill jarring through my body.

“You feel good,” he whispered into my wet hair as he wrapped his arms around my waist and hugged me close to him. His hand trailed up my leg and fingered the ankle monitor. “That new little piece of jewelry you’ve got is kind of a turn on, Rebel. Told you you were a bad girl.”

I leaned my head back against his broad chest, feeling like this was heaven. He ran his hands across my stomach, tickling me lightly. Then he dipped his head forward and licked my neck, murmuring, “And you taste good too.”

He sucked my earlobe gently into his mouth and ran his tongue over it. I wriggled against him slightly, feeling his cock pulse as it hardened against the small of my back.

Turning my head, our gazes locked as I met his lips and kissed him softly. I pushed my tongue into his mouth, tangling with his, letting out a little moan. “This is,” I said when I tore my mouth from his, “way better than the slammer.”

I reached up with one hand and held his now stubbly jaw while I continued the kiss, deepening it, opening my mouth wider and stroking his tongue with mine. Under the water, his hand slid down my abdomen, brushing softly between my legs.

“I want to do something I’ve never done before,” I whispered against his lips.

He licked my lower lip with his tongue. “You have my attention, angel girl.”

I guided his hand between my thighs. Spreading my legs even more, I brought his fingers inside my folds. His other hand slid up and cupped my breast, the pad of his thumb slowly stroking the nipple.

“I want to ride your cock,” I said to him.

He was silent for a moment, sensing the way my body had tensed. “You’ve never…”

I closed my eyes against the memory. “He thought it made him weak. Having me on top.”

He laughed a little. “Asshole. Well, I’ll tell you something. You can make me look as weak as you want.” He pushed my wet hair off my shoulder. “In here?”

I nodded. “Can I?”

“Rebel, there’s no such thing as can’t,” he murmured as his toe found the drain lever and flicked it, and water started gushing down the drain.

He kissed me hard on the mouth, pushing his tongue inside.

He was ridiculously sexy in the dim light, dark and handsome and beautiful, and he felt so, so good.

I sighed and melted against him, kissing him back, tangling my tongue with his while his hand delved deeper between my legs. The fingers of one hand stroked inside my folds as the other hand gently cupped my breasts. I moaned into his mouth.

He lifted his lips from mine and began kissing my neck, licking down to my shoulder. I tilted my pelvis up, encouraging his fingers to slide lower. My head fell back against his shoulder as I whispered, “I’m nervous.”

Even before the word had evaporated, his finger circled my clit. I arched my back and my breasts upward, the water now swirling around our hips. He tweaked my side. “Come on up, cowgirl. Don’t be afraid.”

I kissed him again, lingering on his mouth as the water finished going down the drain, because embarrassingly, I was afraid to get the ankle bracelet wet.

When the water was only toe deep, I pulled away from his mouth and rolled over so that I lay on top of him.

I slid my body up his, his cock pressed against my abdomen, between our joined hipbones.

My nipples puckered against his hard chest. I smiled up at him and touched his face, feeling just…yummy. Warm and loved and…yummy. God, he was so sexy, watching me with those dark eyes in the candlelight.

I spread my legs over his and slid upward, sitting on his thighs, placing my hands on either side of his stubble-covered cheeks as I kissed him gently on the lips. “It’s nice, just like this,” I said, cocooned in the warmth of his body, with his arms around me, his hands on my ass.

“It is,” he agreed.

I thought he might have stayed there with me forever, just waiting for me to be ready.

But when I rose up and straddled his hips, he let out an audible gasp. I could tell from the way he scraped his top teeth over his lower lip that this was something he was looking forward to and knowing that gave me a rush of courage.

He licked his lips in anticipation. His gaze swept over my breasts before catching on my eyes, penetrating me. “All you,” he said, but his body was a mass of controlled tension.

Tentatively, I reached down and glided my fingers over the head of his very hard cock. I wrapped my hand around the thick shaft and lifted it. “Is this all right?”

“I really don’t think you touching my cock can be wrong. It’s all all right,” he said, resting his arms on the ledge of the tub.

His cock twitched in my palm. He maintained such a smooth, calm demeanor all the time, it was nice to get that little rise out of him.

I lifted up onto my knees a bit, guiding his cock until it was under me.

Biting my lip, I moved slightly, adjusting, then found the right spot.

I paused with his cock, right there, at my opening.

“Roselynn,” he whispered, his hands falling into the tub, circling my waist.

“Rebecca,” I breathed. “Call me Rebecca.”

“Rebecca,” he said, testing the name out. “I want to be inside you. But…no condom?”

Right. Of course. Condom.

I knew what he was thinking. The attorney Brent had hired for me had explained that the charge I was dealing with—leaving the scene of an accident where injuries were involved— carried a maximum sentence of five years in prison. It would really suck to have a baby in prison.

But it wouldn’t suck to have Brent’s baby. In fact, that would be kind of amazing. I knew the kind of man he was, and that he’d make an incredible father.

“Why don’t we leave it in the hands of fate?” he whispered.

I nodded. “Yeah. Fate’s been pretty sweet to us so far.”

Taking a deep breath, his gaze on me, heavy-lidded and full of adoration, the heat in his eyes urged me on.

I slid the head of his cock into my opening, feeling it pushing its way through, into my core.

Trembling, I slid down and took him inside me, all at once.

Placing my hands on his chest, I could feel his heart beat, and I leaned my forehead against his, gasping.

“This is okay,” I said. It was beyond okay. It was exquisite.

“Yeah.” He snorted and caught his breath with a hitch. “Yeah, it is…okay.” A smile broke out on his face. One that I returned. I’d been above him for all of ten seconds, but already I was loving the view from the top.

He laced his hands around my ass. “You know what you do now, right, baby?”

“Um…” I knew, but I’d never had this much control, and the nervousness rushed back in a hurry.

“Whatever feels good.”

A giddiness fluttered into my chest. Me, doing what felt good? That was a new one. But one I knew I was going to like. Especially with him. I trusted him. Trusted that whatever we did together, he’d make sure I was taken care of.

Bracing my palms on his shoulders, I rose upward and let him slide almost all the way out, then slipped back down.

Yes. Yes, this.

I adjusted, moving up and down, impaling my body on his.

When I got more comfortable, I rubbed myself shamelessly against his pelvic bone, using his cock as my fuck-toy, finding just the right recipe.

A pace, a rhythm, a movement that made my whole body sing.

As tired as I was from the past few days, I found my energy renewed by every guttural groan that was torn from his throat.

“That’s right. That’s my good, bad girl,” he said through clenched teeth. “Ride me.”

I smiled against his mouth and repeated that perfect movement over and over, squeezing his cock inside me, hard, every time I crashed down onto him.

“Nice, Rebel. That’s it.” He ran his hands over my breasts, licking and kissing my lips.

He slid his hands lower, to my hips, urging me to go faster.

Tangling his tongue with mine, he stroked it into my mouth in time with my movements.

His body twitched, and I knew he was close.

So was I. “Just like that. Make yourself feel good.”

I cried out against his mouth and pumped faster, up and down over him, clenching my inner muscles tight around him. I wrapped my arms around his neck, reached behind him and grabbed the side of the tub, crying out as the orgasm crashed through me.

He jutted his hips upward as he grabbed my ass and thrust himself up into me.

Groaning into my mouth, he pumped in hard, straight to my center, coming apart inside me.

I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and held on to him as he came, feeling his every shudder, and the heat blooming inside me, fully prepared to never, ever let him go.

He fell back against the tub and cradled me against him, panting into my ear. I laid my head on his shoulder as he stroked his fingers up and down my back. We lay there for a long time, catching our breath, not saying anything.

He reached down and cupped my knee as he kissed me gently on the shell of my ear. “We may have invented bathtub burn.”

I laughed, just realizing that my knees did feel a little raw. “But it was worth it.”

It was all worth it. Every little fucked up thing that I’d been through, that we’d been through. Because in the end, it had brought us together. It had brought me to the man who’d officially put an end to the nightmare.

The man I loved.