Ricochet (Renegades #3)(81)
Author: Skye Jordan

She gritted her teeth and reached for the door, sliding it back even harder than he had. It banged against the wall and rattled. “Knock it off—” was all she got out before he fisted her tank top and dragged her to him. His mouth covered hers, and his other hand closed on the back of her head, holding her to him as his tongue drove between her lips and took everything he wanted. A sound of surprise popped from her throat, but Nathan drank it, fisting her hair and eating at her mouth until she couldn’t breathe. Until she was soaked from his body, from the splashing water.

He pushed her away as suddenly as he’d yanked her close, his eyes heavy and hungry and so very needy on hers. “Last chance to leave,” he rasped. “I’m not feeling friendly, so what you’re going to get if you stay isn’t anything like I’ve given you in the past.”

A thrill snaked down her spine and flooded her with heat.

“Stop giving me those hungry eyes, Hart,” he said, growing angrier. “You don’t want this. You don’t want me like this. So get the fuck out of here before I do something we’ll both regret.”

Oh, but she did. She wanted him exactly like this. Twisted or not, she craved a look at the most damaged part of him.

She didn’t bother with her clothes, just pressed a hand to his chest and pushed him backward, making room for her to step into the shower.

“You stupid girl,” he growled.

She pressed her fingers to his lips as the water soaked her. “I may be foolish, I may be naïve, but I’m not stupid, Nathan. Nor am I a girl. Nor am I near as fragile as everyone thinks. And I know what you want.”

She held his gaze, which glittered as he stared at her with a mixture of disbelief and relief, hunger and regret.

With the water spraying off his shoulders, she stepped back and gripped the bar on the door with one hand, pressed the other to her hip. His gaze slipped over her body—the white tank, now plastered to her breasts and belly, her soaked shorts almost falling off her hips. His jaw muscle jumped, and his eyes turned dark. The raw hunger on his face was a potent aphrodisiac, and she wasn’t about to let him out of here without one of them ending this encounter with a screaming climax. “Are you going to take what you need? Or did I call your bluff?”

His gaze jumped back to hers and held only a second before his arm snaked out and clutched her waist. He pulled her toward him so fast, her back arched with the momentum. Nathan’s head bent, and he pulled the nipple of one breast into his mouth, sucking at it through the cotton tank. Sensation bolted through her body, spreading through her breast and slamming her sex. Rachel cried out and fisted his hair.

His mouth was wickedly unrelenting, sucking and biting until the edge of pain joined her pleasure. With both his hands at her back, his mouth forcefully attacking her breast, Rachel bowed and gripped the bar on the door for support.

His hands groped lower, gripping her ass and pulling her up to rub his erection between her legs.

“Jesus,” she murmured, eyes closed, absorbing the wild whirlwind of passion. “Nathan.”

He growled, pulled his head back, and shoved her tank roughly up her chest, exposing her before lowering his mouth to the other breast. The feel of his hot mouth on her tender flesh shot lust through every cell in her body, and she moaned at the delicious sensation.

His hands lowered, squeezing her ass, dragging at her shorts until they fell in a slosh to the tub. Then Nathan dropped to his knees, turned her, and pushed her against the cold wall. The chill shocked her.

“Oh my—” she started, then Nathan’s mouth opened over her sex, and she finished, “God,” with a whole new thrill.

Nathan jerked one thigh up and over his shoulder, then the other, taking her completely off her feet. Being trapped between the wall and Nathan’s mouth made her feel completely out of control, giving her an uneasy kick of excitement. His hands gripped her ass and pulled her into his mouth even as his lips and tongue covered and ravaged her. A blast of heat and pressure rocketed through her.

“Ah, fuck…” She squeezed her eyes shut and dropped her head against the wall as his tongue stroked every millimeter of her folds, his lips dragging her clit between them to suck until she arched and lifted into his mouth. “Fuck, Nathan…”

Almost there…she rode the orgasm’s sharp edge. Nathan pulled back, curled his tongue, and plunged deep. Pulled out to stroke her entrance roughly, then plunged again. Pulled out to stroke, then drove his tongue home again. The wet, hot pressure was maddening, erotic, naughty, decadent, wicked, everything she’d labeled as a “shouldn’t” all her life. And if this was a “shouldn’t,” she was definitely abandoning them.

“Nathan… Jesus… Please…” She clenched her glutes, lifting into his mouth, and he growled against all the sensitive tissues. She slapped one hand against the wall, searching for leverage, but it slipped. Her palm landed on something hard and round—the handle on the soap dish. She gripped it and used it to push her hips up and into his mouth. “Yes, yes. God…”

Closer. Closer. Closer… She inched toward orgasm. He was so proficient at keeping climax just out of reach, and when she finally reached the pinnacle, she exploded. And she needed to explode now.

He gripped her ass with a growl, pulled her pussy to his mouth, and feasted without relief. Rachel immediately climaxed again, the orgasm slamming through her pussy, pleasure rolling through her hips, her legs, her belly.

Before she’d even stopped shivering, Nathan stood and pushed his cock into her pussy. Rachel gasped, and her eyes flew open. She wrapped her arms around his neck, but he kept her pressed against the wall.

“Condom,” she breathed, her mind still spinning.

“I won’t come,” he said, looking directly into her eyes. “I want to feel you wrapped around me, pumping me. I want to feel your pussy begging me to come.”

He brought his mouth down on hers before she could respond, and immediately thrust deep inside her. She made a sound of pleasure and pain in her throat, but Nathan didn’t pause. He stroked her tongue with his, his hips forceful and steady as he drove himself deep on every thrust. And while he was inside her, he ground his pubic bone against her clit. With all her tissues already swollen and sensitive, she climbed fast, and before she even knew it was coming, the orgasm hit—stronger and sharper than the others.

She tore her mouth from his and pressed her face to his neck, muffling her scream of pleasure. Then, as fast as it came, the ripping pleasure eased, and Rachel found her legs too exhausted to remain wrapped around his hips.