His gaze captured hers. “Hungry?” he asked, his voice more of a low growl.
“Yes,” she said, her eyes narrowing a she stalked toward him.
“Want some pizza?”
“No.” She took his hand in hers. “We have an hour of baking time before the apple pie is finished.”
His brow wrinkled. “You want to wait for the apple pie to be done before eating dinner?”
She shook her head. “No, I want you to show me the rest of your place.”
He slipped his arm around her and pulled her up against him to nuzzle her neck. “Did I tell you there’s a hot tub in the master bedroom?”
“No, you didn’t.” She looked up into his face as she reached for the hem of her tank top and pulled it up over her head. “Show me.”
“It would be my pleasure.” He scooped her up in his arms and carried her through the living room to a set of double doors that opened into the master suite.
A king-sized bed was centered against one wall and there was a sitting area with a couch, a chaise lounge and a gas fireplace in the corner. Again, windows stretched floor-to-ceiling with another glorious view of the city below. On the other side of the room was another set of double doors leading into a bathroom that was bigger than Ariana’s house. On one side was a sunken hot tub surrounded by white marble tile and more windows.
Dillon set Ariana on her feet and turned on the jets in the hot tub.
Ariana reached for the hem of his shirt and dragged it up as high as she could reach. He took over from there and pulled it over his head, tossing it to the floor. Then he hooked his thumbs in the elastic waistband of her yoga pants and panties and slid them down her hips and thighs, dropping down on one knee to take them to her ankles.
She shivered as cool air hit her naked skin. Her nipples puckered, not from the chill in the air, but in anticipation of what would come next.
Dillon stood, his hands trailing up her calves and thighs as he came to his feet.
Ariana slid her hands into the waistband of his shorts, pushed them over his hips and down his legs. His cock sprang free, hard and straight as she dropped the shorts to the floor, and he stepped out of them.
They stood before each other, completely naked.
“You are a beautiful woman, Ariana,” he said.
“You’re a beautiful man, Dillon.”
“What are we waiting for?” With a grin, he lifted her up and deposited her into the hot tub.
The heated water enveloped Ariana as she sank down until she was in up to her shoulders.
Dillon reached into a nearby drawer and extracted an accordion of foil packets, dropping them on the surface surrounding the hot tub. He joined her in the water and pulled her into his arms.
“I’ve never done it in a hot tub,” she admitted.
“We don’t have to do anything but enjoy the water,” he said.
She laid her hands on his shoulders and straddled his lap. “It’s been a long time for me.”
“We’ll take it slowly,” he said. “If this is what you want.”
“I want,” she said and reached for one of the little packets. She tore it open and stared down at the bubbling water. “Please don’t let me make a disaster of this like I did with the fishing.”
“Let me.” He smiled, kissed her lightly, took the condom from her and rolled it over his engorged shaft.
She let go of the breath she’d been holding and lowered herself over him until his sheathed cock nudged her entrance.
His brow dipped. “Don’t you want to take it slow? Maybe indulge in a little foreplay?”
“Cooking with you was all the foreplay I could stand and not take you inside me. Please,” she whispered.
His hands resting on her hips pushed downward as he thrust upward, sliding into her.
She drew in a ragged breath, liking the way he filled her and made her feel a part of him. She pressed her heels against the bottom of the tub and rose up, letting him slide back out of her all the way to the tip of his shaft. Then she sank down again with the pressure of his hands bringing her back to him.
Dillon took control, guiding her up and down as he thrust in and out of her. As the pace increased, the jets pummeled their bodies and the water splashed over the rim.
Ariana rode Dillon, her body tensing as she climbed that slope to the very top.
When he thrust once more and buried himself deep inside her, she shot over the edge, her channel throbbing around him, the tingling electrical sensations rippling from her core outward to the very tips of her fingers and toes. “Oh, Dillon. Sweet Jesus, yes!”
He laughed and plunged once more into her, holding her down on him until he’d spent himself, his cock jerking with each spasm.
When they both came back to earth, they sank deeper into the tub and touched each other all over, exploring the other’s body until their skin shriveled and the alarm on the stove in the kitchen alerted them to check the pie in the oven.
“I’ll get it,” Ariana said, climbing out of the tub.
“I’ll help.” Dillon got out behind her, snagged a towel from a rack and wrapped it around her. He grabbed one for himself, hitched it around his hips and hurried after her to the kitchen.
Ariana pulled the apple pie from the oven and set it on the stovetop to cool.
“Are you ready to eat?” she asked. “The pizza is cold.”
“Mmm. I don’t give a damn about the pizza.” He turned her around to face him, and then lifted her up to sit her on the counter. “I didn’t get to taste the appetizer.” He parted her legs, slipped the towel from around her body and stepped between her knees.
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