resting back on her shoulders. He watched her face, saw conflict spreading across her pretty forehead and knew he had her, even if she refused to admit it.
Her hands went to the sides of the tub, gripped them so tight the knuckles turned white, and she lowered herself down, finishing the job he’d started.
Fully embedding him inside her, Makayla took the lead. Darius laid back in the water, watching it all, feeling everything while she moved herself up and down on him. Water swayed around them both, and the faster she moved the faster it moved until it started to splash on the floor.
All care went out the door. The need, the pleasure took over them both. More water splashed out of the tub. Hell, from the look of things he’d bet that over half of what was in the tub was now on the floor.
“I can’t do this.” She stopped so suddenly that for a moment Darius didn’t know what the hell was happening.
She stood up and got out of the tub, leaving him there. He saw her grab for the towel, and his reasoning and good sense left him. Just as fast as he could he got out, grabbed her and slipped on the floor, giving a shout as he went down.
They wrestled on the wet floor, slipping and sliding all over the place. It took a bit before he got the upper hand and found some sound footing. Once he did, Darius had her up on her knees gripping the side of the tub. One powerful thrust and once more, he buried himself to the hilt inside her.
He didn’t hold back. The power of his thrust, the power of the drug left him powerless to do anything but give into his body’s demands, and needs.
And then it all came to an end.
A rush unlike any he ever experienced tore through him and he climaxed again. Darius was breathing hard and fast, resting his forehead on her back, unable to move, unable to withdraw from her. She was the one that finally moved, pushed him away and stood up, reaching for the towel. He stayed on the wet floor, watching her wrap it around her body, her back to him, ignoring him. She left the bathroom and he sighed, not sure what to do or what to say at the moment, feeling a bit guilty over how he’d just taken her. He smiled. Just a bit.
* * * *
Makayla dropped the towel next to the bed, crawled in under the covers, lying down on her stomach. She sighed, tired and sore, eyes so heavy she didn’t think she could keep them open if she wanted to.
She heard him, felt the side of the bed give under his weight but kept her mouth shut. She didn’t want to talk to him. What she wanted was some sleep and time to think about how she was going to handle this situation and him.
Unable to stop herself, she had to ask the question on the tip of her tongue. “So are you expecting me to play house now?”
He sighed and the bed moved again. Turning her head, she saw him lying on his back, staring up at the ceiling. “I’ve been alone longer than you or the others could even know about. I don’t want to be alone anymore, Makayla. Is that so hard to understand?”
“You don’t act like a man alone.”
He turned to his side, facing her, and she did the same. “I’m more alone than you know.”
“So why’d you do this?” She tucked her arms up to her chest, covering her breasts. He brought the blankets up, covering their hips.
“Because I knew without a doubt the moment I saw you, the moment I carried you out of that shithole you were in that you were the one for me.”
“Are you trying to say you fell in love with me the very first time you saw me?”
“Why? Would you believe me if I did?”
She snorted, “No.”
“You don’t think someone can be in love with you?”
“I don’t think you can lie here and tell me you love me after only being with me for a few hours.”
He smiled. “What about like?”
“That would be more believable.”
“Then I like you very much.”
Rolling her eyes, sighing, Makayla pulled up the sheet to her chest and rolled onto her back, staring up. “You’ve really