Page 30 of Feral

“I like this,” I panted, my fingers splayed wide against the tile. I did. Hard. Deep. Rough. Wild. I loved everything he did.

He gripped my hips and glided slowly in and out. Every stroke was a wave of sensation. I panted just to assimilate it all. His size, his angle, how good it felt to have him so deep.

“More,” I croaked when I’d grown used to it.

“Yeah?” He bumped into me harder.

“Yes,” I encouraged. Damn, it felt good. It was hard to believe how good sex was with Rob Wolf. Beyond any other experiences I’d had.

His breath grew ragged, his grip on my hip bones bruising. He shifted his angle, so he could drive up into me, instead of straight in, and I cried out with the pleasure of it.

I loved feeling him so deep in me. Loved the wet sound of flesh against flesh, the feel of him pounding. Driving. Pushing me to take all of him.

Lovedit.

“Yes, more,” I crooned, even though it was already quite rough.

He braced his hand on the wall beside mine and jackhammered into me, making my vision go hazy.

“More,” I croaked again. I couldn’t get enough, as if no matter what he did, I needed even more of him.

“Fuck,” Rob muttered. He gripped my nape to hold me still and slammed into me with the upward thrusts that felt so good.

I moaned and sobbed with pleasure that built and built.

“I’m going to come,” Rob warned. “I can’t help it—you feel so good.”

“I’m ready!” I cried out.

"Fates, yes," he roared. I barely registered the strange word choice because I was coming too, my channel squeezing and pulsing around his thick manhood. His breath felt warm on my shoulder, and I felt the scrape of his teeth against my skin before he abruptly pulled out and released me. The hot spray of the shower couldn’t replace the warmth of his body.

“Whoa!” I moaned at the sudden loss of contact.

“Sorry,” he muttered from the other end of the shower. “Hang on a sec, I’ll… get cleaned up and find you a towel.” He was facing away, cleaning up under the spray and disposing his condom.

His huge shoulders were bunched up in tight knots. I took a moment to admire him from the back—so muscular. Perfect.

I hadn’t known I had a type, but I realized now, I did. And he was it. A big strong cowboy. Manly but discreetly gentle. Rough in bed, cocky and dirty talking, but still kind and level-headed. Ridiculously smart, quietly observant.

At least that was my impression of him. I didn’t know him that well yet. His sister-in-law’s praise fit that view.

He turned off the water and left the shower without looking back.

It seemed strange, but I couldn’t figure out why the sudden distance. Maybe he’d gotten dizzy with his orgasm too, and he was too much of an alpha male to admit any weakness.

That was probably it. He had stumbled back quite quickly. I could relate.

He reappeared in a moment with a towel spread wide for me. I stepped into it and let him wrap me up like a burrito.

Funny. I didn’t usually let people take care of me. But with Rob, it didn’t make me feel vulnerable. Maybe it was the sex that was making me weak. Making me…gasp, a girl.

I needed to get out of here. Sex with Rob was turning into more than a distraction. It was dividing my focus from why I was here. Not in Rob’s bathroom but in Cooper Valley. Vaughn wanted me over at Markle’s trying to get more information, and I’d already been screwing around—literally—with Rob for too long. I dried off and pulled on my clothes.

“Thanks.” I stood on tiptoe to brush my lips across his. “I gotta get back to the house. Can I see you tomorrow?”

His eyes clouded at my manlike post-sex behavior, but he nodded. “Yeah. Tomorrow, when?”

“Um.” I rubbed my lips together. I really needed to keep my schedule open for the investigation. It was my job, what I was being paid to do. Making social commitments would be a big mistake. “Can I call you?”