She was a strong woman, and no matter how much she cared about him, she wouldn't settle for a man who relied on something else before her to get through life.
To distract her from diving into his past, he took the washcloth and dipped his hand under the water, between her legs. She shivered and slid her upper body deeper into the water.
Quickly dropping the rag, he used his hand to explore her pussy. The water gave him no resistance. She only welcomed his touch.
Her pussy was the softest thing he'd ever touched. Bare of hair, she hid nothing from him.
His cock hardened. With one hand between her legs, he cupped the back of her head with his other hand. A perfect blend of strong and vulnerable, she gave him free access when it came to her body.
Her breasts bobbed in the water. Every few seconds, her nipples peaked through the bubbles. He damned the soap for spoiling what he wanted in his mouth."
"That feels so good," she whispered, breathing heavier.
She brought him to his knees beside the tub. He captured her open mouth. His thumb slid into her pussy, and he swallowed her moan.
Rubbing the heel of his palm against her clit, he fed her arousal and pacified himself with her tongue until he could sink himself inside of her.
Josie grabbed the edges of the tub, arching into his hand. His balls tightened. The warmth in the room suffocated him. He wanted more of her. The urgency to be inside of her that constantly validated his need for her, thrummed in his veins.
Finding her had turned into sweet torture. He fought with himself until he swung the other way, knowing he couldn't let her walk away from him.
He needed to make her world safe for her. Nobody had ever given that to her. Not her dad. Not her people.
He would be the one who gave her life. As long as she was with him.
He was doing it for her.
But somewhere, in the back of his head, in a hidden area he never shared with anyone, he was doing it for himself.
He hadn't saved his sister, and he wanted to succeed for Josie.
Whatever needed done, he'd do it.
She sucked on his tongue, gasped, and went back to kissing him. The irregular rhythm of his heart pounded in his chest.
He circled her clit, concentrating on only heightening her pleasure.
She pulled her mouth away and panted. He pressed his cheek against the side of her head.
"You like that." He kept moving his middle finger, around and around. "Show me how much you want my cock."
She moaned as her thighs softly clamped onto his wrist and then let go as she thrust her hips up off the bottom of the tub.
She rode his hand. Slow, beautiful, and sexy. Fuck, he loved her.
No one understood him or accepted him the way she had. He found himself wanting to be a better man for her.
As her breath quickened, he held on to her head, feeling the second the orgasm rippled through her body, causing the water to slosh at the sides of the tub.
He pulled away from her before she could catch her breath. She blinked up at him, confused. His chest swelled, and he reached behind him.
It wasn't going to be pretty. He wasn't in the mood for soft and slow.
Chapter 24Josie
Paco stripped off his jeans. It barely registered with her that he'd put on a condom when he picked her up and set her on her feet in the tub of water. She grabbed onto him, unsure if her weak legs would hold her upright. The warm water. The orgasm. The attention. Everything had wiped all the stress away and left her a limp noodle.
He turned her around and bent her over in front of him. She grabbed for the wall, her hands sliding down the Formica until she found purchase with the edge of the tub.
He slid his cock into her already wet pussy. Her arms gave out at the force, but he dragged her back by her hips before her head hit the wall.
The orgasm he'd already given her held her in a state of bliss.
He stretched her, accommodating his size and giving her every inch of him.
In a good place, feeling the love between them after sharing parts of herself with him that she hadn't spoken about before, and hearing his sad childhood and the heartbreak of losing his only blood relative bonded them in ways that she craved.
This was exactly what she needed.
He was a hard man, but a dedicated man. A strong man, but an understanding man.
A complex man, but a simple man.
Her insides quivered. She hung her head, unable to do anything but take, take, take everything he gave her.
His fingers dug into her hips, keeping her from slipping out of his grasp. Her wet body slid against his with each thrust. Another orgasm built and tormented her.
She honestly had no idea if she held any control on how her body reacted to him. Paco orchestrated each heartbeat pounding in her body. Nothing, and no one, had ever done that to her before. Not her beliefs, not the Rez, not her job, not her independence.
Shaking and breathless, chaos strummed through her. She needed to see him. She needed to hold him. She needed to tell him.
Her spine curved, and her body spasmed into a full-blown climax. Paco grunted, pounding into her with a force that would've knocked her down into the tub if not for him holding her on her feet.
Lost in her body's victory, she subconsciously became aware of him reaching his pleasure behind her.
He wrapped his arms around her from behind and hugged her back to his chest, straightening her body. She closed her eyes, catching her breath and wanting to slip into the rapture
