Kyle tore his mouth from the sweet heat of hers, panting for air. “Now. Goddammit. I need you. Right. Fucking. Now.” He pushed back and unzipped his coat, flinging it aside. Next came his shirt. He popped to his feet and lifted a brow in challenge as she hesitated.
“Strip out here in the yard? Where anyone could drive up and see us?”
“Be adventurous, little wife of mine.” Kyle removed his boots and started on his jeans.
Celia’s eyes were firmly on his crotch as he slid his jeans down. “I love your body, Kyle.”
He froze because he had the vague hope she’d intended to say she loved him.
But not another sound exited her mouth.
Brusquely he said, “Same goes, so get up, and lemme see you. All of you.”
“You’re hard,” she said when his briefs were off.
His feet were freezing. He held out his hands and pulled her upright. “Take ’em off or I tear ’em off.”
“Help me.”
“Baby. You’re shaking,” he murmured.
She toed her boots off and was jerking her overalls down her legs. “You do this to me. Every time you touch me.”
“Are you wet?”
“Besides where you shoved snow down my shirt?” She shivered after she peeled down her yoga pants. “Yes. So wet my panties will probably freeze once you rip them off me.”
Kyle unhooked her bra, tossing it aside.
As soon as her underwear and socks were off, he swept her into his arms and walked across the snow to the hot tub.
Celia peppered his cheek with kisses, making needy little moans.
He shifted his hold on her to remove the hot tub cover. Then he gently tossed her into the water.
She hissed as her body absorbed the temperature shock.
Kyle flipped the jets on and hopped in, taking a moment to bask in the heat and steam. When he opened his eyes, he found an owl-eyed Celia watching him.
They stayed on opposite sides of the hot tub as the veil of night fell around them. Reflection from the snow offered the only illumination.
When Celia started toward him, he met her halfway. As much as he ached to return to passion, he needed a moment to savor her.
Celia seemed strangely hesitant to touch him as they faced each other on their knees.
Kyle circled his arm around her waist, bending his head to her neck. “I love the way you taste, right here.” His tongue followed the tendon down her neck to her clavicle. “I see that trickle of sweat and I get hard. I wanna put my mouth there and catch every droplet on my tongue.”
“Kyle.”
“Mmm?” He nuzzled her ear and filled his lungs with her scent.
“Fuck me. Hard and fast. Bend me over. Do me any way you want, but do me now.”
Dirty words drifting from that angelic mouth did it for him in a bad way. “Wrap yourself around me, baby, and take me in.”
The buoyancy of the water allowed her to hold on to his shoulder with one hand and circle his c**k with the other as she guided him inside.
No slow start for his eager kitten. As soon as his shaft was fully seated, she pushed her body up and plunged down until his balls swung into her ass.
Kyle groaned, loving how she’d just taken control, hating how this wouldn’t last long for either of them. Her ankles were locked beneath his bu**ocks and her chest brushed his in a sensual tease as water sloshed over their shoulders.
Her wet lips skimmed his ear and he shuddered at the hot and cold sensation.
He gritted his teeth against his instinct to push her against the edge and plow into her. Kyle reached for the side of the hot tub and held on as she gained momentum. Wrapping her braid around his hand, he tugged her head back to bare the section of skin at her throat that had become his obsession.
The heated water kept their bodies below the surface warm but the air temp, after the sun went down, turned frigid. After lavishing attention on that wet skin, he realized his face was icy, as was hers. Kyle snared her mouth in a blistering kiss. Which increased the frenetic pace of her movements.
“More. Harder.” Celia changed the angle of her pelvis and rode him faster, rubbing the top of her mound and that sweet little clit against his pubic hair. “So close.”
“What will get you there?” he murmured in her ear.
“That. Oh God. Just like that. I swear I can come just from your voice whispering in my ear.”
“Fuckin’ sexy as hell when you tell me what’ll get you off. I’m addicted to that sound you make just before you come.”
Celia’s nails scored the back of his neck and then she was gasping, her body rigid as her pu**y spasmed around his cock.
He was nowhere near close to coming; he greedily watched her face as the orgasm consumed her. She was so beautiful lost in passion. Until she winced.
“What’s wrong?”
“Cramp in my right side. Oh shit. That hurts.”
He eased out of her and unwrapped her legs from his body. “Lay back in the water. Relax and let me rub it.”
She rested her neck against the edge. Her chest came up, her ni**les constricted the instant the air hit them. Then she was floating, eyes closed, entrusting herself to him completely.
Kyle found the knotted muscle. Celia groaned when he began to work the spot. He couldn’t take his eyes off this complex woman he’d married. There were times when she looked at him that he swore she felt the same way he did. Should he be the first one to take a chance and tell her he loved her?
Right after she said, “That’s good, it’s gone,” he refocused on the physical pull between them. He suckled an icy nipple into the heat of his mouth, rubbed his cheek between her br**sts. Then he climbed out and lifted her into his arms.