Favoring Fortuna

Chapter 8

When she woke up she was still wrapped in his arms, the sun filtered softly through the blinds across the bed, and though she couldn't move she didn't really want to. This was...nice. Too nice, but it was impossible not to enjoy it.

She felt him stirring behind her, and his arms tightened around her. He started kissing her lightly on her neck, then nuzzling her with his face and he said,

"We probably need to get up and get going."

"Yeah," she said and started to move away, but he was holding her too securely.

"I said we should, doesn't mean I want to." She fell back against him. She didn't really want to move either. She couldn't remember the last time she'd felt this kind of affection. She'd forgotten how it made her feel-safe, secure, happy-and she wanted to enjoy it while it lasted.

Neither said anything for awhile, savoring the moment, before he asked,

"Shower?"

"Okay," she answered, and he finally released her. She didn't even think about the fact that she wasn't wearing any clothes this time as she got up until she heard him make a sound that was half way between a growl and a moan. She turned back to see him coming around the bed his eyes almost feral as he came up to her and backed her up against the wall between the bathroom door and what she'd assumed was the closet.

He grabbed her wrists and pulled them above her head, holding her in place as he threaded his fingers with hers, then his lips were on hers, and she was completely lost in him again. The kiss was aggressive, his tongue finding hers, demanding she keep up with him. He pressed his body into hers, the hard length of him nestled against her sex, and she felt almost faint from the pleasure of it. When he broke away so they could breath, she couldn't help the,

"Oh, God," that slipped out of her, and he grinned looking like the cat that swallowed the canary before kissing her again. He seemed to take great pride from being able to make her weak and wanting, but she couldn't find it in her to be annoyed with that because it felt so damn good. When he broke away the next time though, it was he who seemed to be affected. He was breathing hard and he released her hands so he could run his down her arms and over her body. He pulled back a little and said,

"You are so fucking gorgeous, such an amazing, beautiful body. How any man could even want to look at anyone else when he had this masterpiece is beyond me."

She wasn't sure what to say to that, but it made her breath catch, made her want to kiss him again, made her want to do whatever it took to ensure that he kept looking at her that way.

"Fuck, we've really got to get going. Go ahead and get the shower started, I'll be back in just a second."

"Okay," she said as he released her, feeling a little unsteady on her feet as she went in the bathroom. She'd just stepped under the hot water when he returned. He placed something on the ledge next to his shampoo and she realized he'd retrieved her things from his guest bath. She'd barely had time to process that before he pulled her back into his arms, his hands running over her, the warm water adding a whole new dimension to everything. She returned the favor, her hands moving easily over the slick, wet skin as she ran them up his chest, over his shoulders and down his back making him moan in appreciation. He'd talked about how beautiful her body was, but she couldn't help but think the same thing about him. He was so firm, his skin so smooth, every inch of him tight, toned perfection. She knew the kind of dedication it took, knew the kind of work ethic you had to have to to stay in that kind of shape, and it only made her admire him even more.

He grabbed her shampoo and helped her massage it into her hair then rinse it out, and as she stood under the water, feeling him run his hands through her hair getting out the last of the soap, she looked up at him through damp lashes. He paused staring back at her, both of them feeling the electricity that seemed to spark between them, and then they were kissing again, his tongue tangling with hers, fueling the fire.