Jake let Anna take the lead down the hallway, and not just because of the view. He really was looking forward to a shower, and to having the woman who’d been driving him crazy all day off the back of his bike and in his bed. At this point, he didn’t give a shit about whether or not they went out tonight. As long as he was with Anna, he was good.
“Jake!” Anna’s exclamation drew his attention sharply ahead. She’d opened the door with the card and burst into the room, and the heavy door was already beginning to swing back toward him. He stopped it with his booted foot, but by the time he cleared the foyer of the suite Anna was back in front of him, reaching for the bag. “It’s so nice! It’s all so nice!” she said, peeling the saddlebag away from him to throw on a chair. She grabbed his hand. “And you’re not going to believe the—”
“Hey, hey, hey,” Jake said, catching Anna’s wrist and bringing her back around to face him. “We’ve got all the time in the world, babe. Seems like there’s a lot of things we can do right here without moving an inch.” He leaned down and kissed her, and she held still for all of three seconds.
“But you have to see this!” Obligingly, he let her drag him toward the bathroom, though he already knew what was waiting for them. He’d asked for a basic room, but after one look at Anna standing there looking windblown and road weary, the desk clerk had given him a conspiratorial smile. He’d gotten an upgrade to this room for no extra charge, and the benefits of it were mainly—
“Just look at that!” Anna called out. The centerpiece of the luxury bathroom was an oversized jetted tub, separate from the shower. Thick, rich-looking towels were piled up along one side of it, and Anna was already peering down at the faucets and dials. She glanced up and fixed on the shower, then back at the bathtub. “I don’t know which to choose.”
“Who says we need to choose?” Jake asked. “You get that thing started, then meet me in the shower.”
She grinned at him even as he was pulling off his shirt. “Deal,” she said. She ran back out of the room and he shook his head, turning toward the glass-walled shower. He wasn’t sore—the day’s ride had been easy—but he wasn’t kidding about wanting the shower. Riding with his leather jacket wasn’t always comfortable, and the helmet had damn near suffocated him. He stuck his head under the stream of water and groaned in appreciation as the hot water pounded down on him. Anna shouted a warning when she switched on the Jacuzzi’s water, but it didn’t make a dent in the heat or intensity of the shower, or his enjoyment of it. He was well past finished when Anna finally opened up the shower door to slip in behind him, but he wasn’t moving from the shower anytime soon. He wasn’t going to miss this.
“My turn,” she said, and he turned around, angling backward to get her fully under the spray. “You want to check on the—”
“Nope, I’m good right here,” he said. “Let me.”
He took the little bottle of shampoo she was holding and emptied almost all of it out over her head, working her tangled curls under the pounding water. Anna seemed to freeze beneath his hands for a moment, a rabbit not sure about her captor, then she sagged against him, letting out an earthy groan. “You have … no idea … how amazing that feels.”
Jake smiled, more than aware of how a woman’s body needed to unwind after a long day on the road. Anna wasn’t the first woman to ride with him, but this was not the time to point that out. As she reached up to help him unravel her hair, he moved his hands down, gently massaging her shoulders, marveling at how soft her skin was, how smooth and supple. When his hands began tracing a hard, kneading trail down her spine, her moans intensified. When they splayed out over her lower back, he thought her knees were going to buckle.
“I thought you were going to tell me if you were getting sore,” he said, his words coming out a little more sharply than he intended as she braced herself against the wall. “I didn’t mean to cripple you.”
“I’m not sore. That just feels really good.”
“Yeah, well, I’m doubly glad we got the tub, then,” he said. “You’re going to need it.”
“Looking out for me?” She half-turned and looked up at him, her hair slicked back off her face. She wore no makeup and her cheeks were slightly pink from both the wind and the sun, her eyes crinkling under the splash of water. Beautiful.
Something of what he was thinking must have shown in his eyes, because Anna’s cheeks grew a little more flushed, her hands coming up to unconsciously shield herself.
“Oh, no you don’t,” Jake whispered. “I want to see all of you.” He turned her all the way around to face him, and stood her slightly away, his eyes raking over her body as if to sear her image into his brain. She was pure woman—full breasts, hourglass waist, round ass, and long legs, her wet mass of curls swept back from her face so that not even her hair veiled her beauty. She tried to shift away and he reached out—not to draw her close, but to secure her hands at her sides while he drank in the sight of her naked. “So goddamned beautiful,” he murmured.
If anything, Anna’s flush deepened. She stretched up to Jake, and as her lips reached his her breasts grazed his chest. His already erect cock twitched hard just as Anna’s body molded itself to his. A strange hissing noise caught his attention and he glanced to the right, then stopped. “Holy Christ, Anna, what did you put in the tub?”
Anna’s eyes fluttered open, then reality hit her with a slap and she scrambled out of Jake’s arms, managing to get the door to the shower open on the second try. She skittered across the tile floor and slammed off the faucets on the tub, fighting her way through mounds of fluffy, white bubbles to do so.
“It was a gift! Spa stuff. A bridesmaid’s gift, from Kristen!” she managed to say, while trying to beat down the suds with blanket-size towels. “I only put in a little!”
“Well, thank God. But here.” Jake took the wet towels out of her hands and tossed them on the counter. “You’ll be just as effective inside the tub.” He reached down to test the water, which was draining out of the top of the Jacuzzi through holes apparently designed for people who left the apparatus unattended. When he grimaced and looked up at her, she tensed.
“What?” she asked nervously. “What’s wrong?”
“It’s like a million degrees,” he said. He put one leg into the tub, then the second, but his jaw was set. “You’ll definitely feel better if you do this, though.”
“Mmm.” Taking advantage of his precarious position, Anna came around to the side. Despite the interruption and the heat of the Jacuzzi, Jake was clearly still turned on, his erection jutting out as he leaned over to grip the sides of the tub, preparing to lower himself down. Steam unfurled from the roiling water, but the hissing noise was drowned out by Jake’s own gasp as she leaned forward and drew her mouth over the tip of his shaft.
“Anna,” he said, warningly, and she just smiled.
“Shhh,” she said. “You’ll definitely feel better if you do this.”
Bracing her hands on the side of the tub, she leaned into his body and took as much of his shaft into her mouth as she could in one quick rush. Then she slowly pulled back, all the way to the tip, before plunging back down, even more deeply this time. Jake’s breath choked in his throat, and she grinned. Thank you, Kristen.
Kristen, being Kristen, had not been able to resist adding a non-PC item to the girl’s spa package. The erotic peppermint-flavored mouth spray was supposed to dull the throat’s gag reflex just enough to give you the oral sex moves of a porn star, a gift that had resulted in gales of laughter among all the girls. So far, Anna had to admit, the product was living up to its billing.
Jake, for his part, peeled his hands off the sides of the tub and buried them in her hair. “Anna, this was not …”
She loved doing this to him. She loved the stress in his voice, the bitten-down control, knowing that he was trying—unsuccessfully—to resist the urge his body was demanding of him to release. As she scooted onto the edge of the Jacuzzi, her hands were freed up, and she reached out to feather her fingers against the soft skin of his balls, lifting their weight up and away from the churning water. With her other hand, she snaked her fingers around the base of his shaft, forming a tight, slick ring. She’d Googled this move during one of their road stops, and she’d read about its effect on male anatomy. Jake was doomed.
“Anna!” He shuddered beneath her hands and mouth, his own grip on the sides of her head trembling now. She went in for another long plunge and felt the pressure of him against the back of her throat, the telltale tensing of her own gag reflex, and she pulled back just as Jake cursed out low and hard, and his body convulsed against hers. Wet heat filled her mouth for just an instant and then was gone—she barely realized it was happening, the peppermint spray was that strong—but even as she tried to pull away from Jake, he halted her with a tight grip on her upper arms.
“The water’s perfectly fine now,” he said, half-lifting her into the tub. Her feet hit the steaming hot water and she squealed, but he held her to him as she got used to the temperature. “And I’m afraid you’ve just aced yourself out of a night on the town, sweetheart.”
She blinked at him. “What do you mean?”
“I mean you’re going to be tied up for a while right here in this room.”
Anna felt her eyes go wide at Jake’s words. Surely he couldn’t mean—but when Jake glanced back at her, understood where her mind had gone, his smile got a little more intent. “Well, well, well. You want to try everything this weekend, don’t you?”
“No! I mean, I—I didn’t mean—” Anna shook her head sharply, even as Jake eased her down into the tub.
“Shhh,” he said. “First, we need to see what we can do to get you relaxed.”
Anna let him wrap her in his arms as they both sank into the deep-sided tub. The bubbles were everywhere, spilling over the sides of the tub, piled up on the ledges, but the water was heavenly once she got used to the shock of the heat. And the jets—
“Here.” Jake adjusted her body until she was positioned directly in front of a fan of nozzles, the spray pounding on her lower spine and backside. Her eyes just about crossed, and Jake laughed. “I thought you might like that. You relax while I get this mess a little more cleaned up. If our neighbors downstairs have water running into their lights, they may take exception.”
Anna’s eyes fluttered as she stared at Jake. He pulled his magnificent body out of the tub, and she took in the full length of him as he moved through the bathroom, not self-conscious at all, sopping up the spilled suds and tossing towels into the sink. To define his body as beautiful wasn’t quite right. He was too rough for real beauty, his hands scarred, his muscles corded, his back inked with a spray of tattoos. He moved with a loose ease that belied his efficiency of action—everything for a purpose, everything in place. She thought of his orderly garage, how he’d not slept until that space was ready for him and his bikes, primed to do his work the way he wanted. And now, he was taking on cleanup duty when she was the one who’d created the mess. She should feel bad about that, but instead she felt …
“Hey, you.” The water rolled higher up her neck as Jake returned. “You’re not falling asleep on me, are you?”
“What? No. What are you doing?”
“Making us both more comfortable.” Jake settled beside her, then reached for her, moving her body over his. His arms went around her, his hands instantly finding her breasts, cupping their weight like he was born to the task. “That feel okay?” he rumbled in her ear, and she sighed, letting herself relax against him.
“That feels amazing.”
“Well, I don’t know about amazing.” He wrapped his left arm around her more securely, but his right hand apparently had other territory to explore, and Anna flinched away reflexively as she felt a sudden touch of his fingers at the juncture of her legs. “Now this,” he whispered. “This should feel amazing.”
He angled her body again, and with a sudden shift of his legs, Anna felt the blast of jetted water slide along the backs of her thighs, the shocking intimacy of Jake’s fingers pressing against her from above. Then his fingers moved, and she felt desire shimmer inside her, hot and impossibly close to the surface. “Jake, you don’t need to do this,” she all but whimpered, even as her body arched underneath his hand.
“There’s very little I need to do in life,” Jake said, the smile in his voice telling her he was taking in her every shiver and sigh. “This, however, I want to do. So just let go, Anna. Let it happen.”
His fingers roamed farther down, finally touching the aching nub that was all but pulsing with need. He glided his fingers over her gently at first, then more quickly and with greater intensity, until she felt herself moving against his hand, teaching him how to touch her, her mind and body a whirl of sensation as he guided her to her inevitable climax. Jake was bent forward, kissing her neck, tugging on the sensitive shell of her ear, and he moved his fingers just slightly—infinitesimally slightly—and that was all it took to throw Anna over the edge, her body twisting, squirming, trying to jerk away from Jake’s hands as she rode out a climax that seemed to start up again under his careful, patient fingers whenever it started to recede. “Jake!” she finally gasped. “Jake, you need to stop!”
“I told you there’s very little I need to do,” he whispered, pulling her up to kiss him. “And stopping is very much not one of them. Get ready for a long night, sweetheart.”