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“One guy acted like he didn’t know me, which is fine because he’s an asshole. Another wanted to take me out for a drink to brag about how well he’s been doin’.”

Rory sipped her drink. “Did you go?”

Dalton’s hungry gaze roved over her, from her soft pink mouth to her pink toes peeking out of the bubbles on the opposite end of the tub. “When you’re nekkid in a hotel room waitin’ on me? Uh, no way in hell.”

That curl to her lips got a whole lot sexier. “Why don’t you come in and play?”

“Don’t mind if I do.” He shucked his clothes. His cock, already onboard with the bath idea, bounced against his belly as he started to climb over the wide ledge of the tub.

Rory said, “Wait. Grab some drinks first.”

“Good thinking.” He snagged a beer and a can of premixed margarita mix out of the fridge in the bar area. He noticed two dome-covered trays on the counter. Back in the bathroom, he refilled her glass and said, “Did you order room service?”

“I wasn’t sure what time you’d get back and I doubted we’d want to go out for food, so I ordered in, figuring we could heat it up later.”

Dalton grinned. “The only thing I wanna heat up right now is you.” He threw his leg over the edge of the tub and immersed himself in sweet-scented water. He hissed. The water was hot.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?”

Not as good as you’re gonna feel
. “Mmm-hmm.” Sitting opposite her, he set his beer aside and wrapped his hand around her ankle. “How long have you been marinating in here?”

“About thirty minutes.”

“What’d you do before that?”

“Wandered around. Watched the fire. I might’ve dozed off in that puffy bed, which is heavenly by the way.”

“Which is ironic since we’re gonna sin like motherfuckers in it.”

Rory laughed.

He lifted her foot out of the water, pressed his mouth to her instep and lightly bit down.

“Got a foot fetish, McKay?”

“Only if the feet in question are attached to you.” He kissed her anklebone. Her instep by the ball of her foot. Then he ran his tongue across the pads of her toes.

Rory groaned softly.

He set that foot down and picked up the other. He grazed his teeth across her instep and dropped kisses on the top of her foot. He slipped his tongue between every toe.

Another soft groan.

Dalton slid his hands up her legs and floated toward her until they were groin to groin. Keeping his eyes locked on hers, his hands traveled up her body, over the curve of her hips, her belly, her ribcage, over those beautifully full breasts, her collarbones, up the column of her neck. He pulled her mouth to his, licking his way past her lips to kiss her with heat and patience, which drove her crazy. Rory wanted ferocious kisses. As much as he loved the passion that ignited in both of them so quickly, he liked the seduction.

Then he pulled back, gazed into her eyes.

Rory’s wet fingers traced the outline of his lips. “This mouth…” She sighed. “I’m crazy for this mouth and all it can do.”

He sucked her fingers and swirled his tongue around the tips.

She circled her legs around his hips and she canted her pelvis. She caught him off guard when she spun them around so his back was against the tub. “I’m pretty good with my mouth. So why don’t you hop on the edge and I’ll prove it.”

Dalton created a mini-wave he jumped up so fast.

Rory moved in, her fingers digging into the tops of his thighs. The delicate way her breath drifted over the wet head of his cock, caused him to shiver.

She fondled his balls and kissed the crease of his hip. Her lips traveled from his left hipbone to his right, straight across his shaft. Her hot little tongue licked away droplets of water on his skin as her lips headed down.

Then her mouth engulfed him.

“Jesus.”

He cursed again when she worked him in deeper and held him there.

Rory released his cock an increment at a time until just the head remained in that warm, wet sucking haven. She repeatedly flicked her tongue over the sweet spot, her teeth holding his dick in place so he couldn’t push forward or pull back. She was in total control.

And he loved every second of it.

Dalton braced his hands on the ledge and let her have her way with him. Wanting to close his eyes and lose himself in the sensations. But watching her was a huge fucking turn-on. She seriously got off on the power she had over him when his dick was in her mouth. He could see it in the feminine tilt of her lips. The dark challenge in her eyes. The little hums and moans told him that she loved winding him up tighter and tighter until he begged for her to let him unravel completely.

She jacked his shaft slowly. Then quickly. Her tongue mapped every inch of his dick from root to tip. She sucked his nuts until they were hard and tight. Then she returned to deep throating him while her thumb swept over his anus. His thighs quivered. His abdominals were straining. His vision wavered.

Motherfucking hell, could she suck cock. This was epic.

Then her finger breached his asshole and she stroked the spot inside that sent a jolt of pleasure zipping through his entire body.

“Don’t stop. So fucking close,” he panted. His heart raced and he pumped his pelvis, trying to match her rhythm.

“Hold still.”

“I’m tryin’… Oh, sweet lord, do that again.”

Her hand stroked as rapidly on his shaft as her tongue flicked on the cockhead. Her mouth stopped long enough to say, “Watch me.”

Dalton’s eyes were starting to lose focus but he kept his gaze on her.

She rubbed that spot inside him; the
slap slap slap
sound of her hand working his cock bounced off the bathroom tile. When she used her teeth on the underside of the rim—that kicked him over.

“Fuck.”

But Rory didn’t hollow her cheeks and swallow that first spurt. It landed on her lips. Then she angled back and aimed the come shooting from his cock at her tits. Milky drop after milky drop hit her creamy flesh and clung before slowly sliding down the slope of her breast.

His body shook from her intimate touch, but also from the sexy way she closed her eyes and arched back. Biting her lip and softly moaning as if she were coming.

And she didn’t let up. Her hand pulled every last twitch from his cock, her finger rubbed every last pulse in his ass, and those actions together milked every last bit of seed from his balls.

Even as he struggled to regain his sanity, he stared at the uninhibited woman who took as much pleasure out of giving it as she did receiving it.

Then Rory opened those stunning green eyes. She slid her finger from his ass as her tongue darted out to capture the pearly drop of come clinging to the edge of her lips.

Unfuckingbelievably hot.

Dalton practically leapt off the edge and on top of her. Fisting his hand in the messy topknot, he took possession of her mouth. Tasting himself, tasting the passion that exploded between them.

With his other hand he wiped his come from her chest. His fingers plucked her nipples. His palms smoothed over the heavy swells of her tits. He couldn’t touch her enough. He ate at her mouth, sucked on her tongue, nibbled on her velvety lips. Then his hand followed the plane of her stomach, past the tight curls, straight down that juicy slit. He swirled his middle finger around the opening several times and pushed it inside that tight channel. The heat and slickness of her pussy already stirred his cock for round two. He fucked his finger in and out slowly, kissing her in the same purposeful way.

“More,” she said against his lips. “Please.”

“You are wet.” His mouth slid to the tip of her chin. “Did you touch yourself while you were waitin’ on me?”

“No. God that feels so good.” Rory tipped her head back, allowing full access to her neck.

He slipped in another finger, pushing a little deeper, moving a little faster. His tongue lapped at the water beaded on her skin. He released her hair to toy with her nipples. Pinching and tugging the points—until her gasps became soft moans.

He swept his thumb over the edge of her pussy, stopping at her clit. “I wanna hear you when you come.” Then Dalton slid the pad of his thumb over that bundle of nerves, his fingers inside her rubbed her pussy wall behind her pubic bone.

Rory tensed, knowing he hadn’t put his mouth on her yet and whatever he did next would send her flying.

Dalton pinched her nipple hard and latched onto the pulse point in her throat; his tongue mimicked the cadence of his stroking thumb.

A husky wail drifted from her mouth—he felt the vibration on his lips as he sucked on her neck. Her body went rigid as her blood pulsed beneath his thumb and her pussy clamped down on his fingers.

Sexy as hell.

When Rory moved her head forward, Dalton backed off and slipped his fingers from her. Sliding his lips up the strong column of her neck, he rubbed his cheek along her jaw and swallowed her shallow breaths in a long kiss.

He finally released her lips and smiled. “Takin’ a bath with you is some fun, jungle girl.”

Rory smiled back. “You know it.” She snagged her margarita. “Wanna stay in a little longer?”

“Yep. I hardly touched my beer.” He reached for it and cranked on the hot water. Then he reached for her. “I love the feel of your wet body against mine.”

She settled between his thighs, her back to his chest. She sighed and turned her head to kiss his jaw. “Thanks.”

“For?”

“Bringing me here.”

“Anytime. I just hope you’re not too bored tomorrow.”

“So I can’t stand behind you while you’re at the table and offer advice?”

Dalton snorted. “You already offered your advice in song form, remember?”

“But you have to admit the luck of the draw plays a part.”

“Some. But card strategy and the ability to bluff are more key. There are two types of card players who win consistently.”

Beneath the water she absentmindedly caressed his left thigh. “What types are they?”

“Methodical. The ability to gauge the worth of an opponent’s cards by watching the betting strategy they use.”

“Are you methodical?”

“I’m an instinctual player. I don’t figure the odds in my head of winning or losing if X card is flipped. I don’t go in with a plan. I just play my gut.” He laughed softly. “I have had bouts of indigestion where my gut was totally off.”

She laughed.

“Then there are the reckless players. They have some wins, but never consistent. They tend to play in local venues. So I’m hoping to be playin’ against a lot of players like that tomorrow night.”

“How often do you bluff?”

Dalton kissed the top of her head. “Whenever I have to.”

“That’s not an answer.”

“It’s an unanswerable question.” He sipped his beer. “What kind of poker player would you be?”

“Boring. I wouldn’t take any chances. I’d be too embarrassed that I’d get caught bluffing to actually try it. I’m not reckless. And I don’t have the math skills to be methodical.” She poked his leg. “I would’ve guessed you were the reckless type.”

“Never when it comes to cards.” Dalton put his lips on her ear. “And not when it comes to you.”

They were quiet for a bit.

Then Rory said, “What do you see yourself doing in Sundance after you finish the house renovations?”

He’d wondered if she would bring this up. Like he needed to have a plan. Or another job lined up. But he didn’t want to talk about the elk farm possibility specifically, so he hedged. “I’ve got an idea, something I’ve been working on. But it’s out of my control, which makes me crazy.”

She gasped dramatically. “No. You say you have a need for control? I never noticed it.”

Dalton growled, “I got a couple of ways I can remind you if you like.”

“Like what?”

“Both my ideas involve rope. And you bein’ nekkid.”

“What would you do?”

“Anything I want,” he said silkily. “Because I’d have the ropes. But I’d make you come at least three times before I untied you.”

Rory shivered and whispered, “Yes, please.”

Setting aside his beer, he grabbed that mass of hair and angled her head to the side so his lips could barely skim the surface of her skin. “You want me to let that kinky and rougher side of myself out?”

“Have you been holding back with me?”

“Not at all. Why? Have I left you wanting more?”

“More hot sex with you? Absolutely. I’d just hate it if you think I’m some special butterfly that needs to be handled with kid gloves. When maybe…I’m the type that wants to get tangled up in the net.” She slowly flipped around so they were chest to chest.

Dalton cupped her chin in his hand. “We can play all the sex games you want, Aurora, but what’s goin’ on between us is not a game to me.” He pulled her closer, taking her mouth in a savage kiss. His cock swelled and she groaned softly as it pressed into her belly. He broke the kiss to command, “Outta the tub.”

Rory pushed back and stood. Water and soap bubbles rolled down her lush body. She let him look his fill as she unpinned her hair and shook it free.

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