“And now? Are you still closed off and sometimes cold?”
“That was five years ago. I’ve done a lot of growing since then. I’m still a work in progress, but I’m here.” Allowing his hands to glide up her body, he cupped her breasts and squeezed. “Don’t you feel me?”
Tressa moaned a sound of satisfaction. “Yes,” she said in a sultry tone. “I feel you all through my system.”
Pinching her nipples through the wet fabric caused her to shiver against him. When he rolled them simultaneously between his fingers, she moaned. “Woman, I want to kiss you so badly I can taste it. But since I can’t right now, I’ll find pleasure in making you come. Can I make you come?”
After a couple more minutes teasing her taut nipples, he peeled the shirt from her body and dropped it into the water with them.
“You’re not wearing any panties,” he said, his tone laced with desire. “I like that.” His hand snaked between her legs, gliding between her folds. When he started to massage her clit—first slowly, then with much more gusto—she gripped the sides of the tub.
“Yes, Roth. I want to come. Make me—”
She cried out, her body jerking forward. Water sloshed as if they’d activated jets. By the quickness of which he’d brought her to a climax, she’d wanted this. When she settled, her hand slinked into the water, her fingers wrapping around his painful erection.
“Shit,” he growled through clenched teeth. She pumped up and down. Slow, then fast. Her grip tightened and a lightning bolt of pleasure sparked through his entire body. When her thumb swiped back and forth over the head of his shaft, he exploded.
His seed spilled into the water. Tressa continued to milk him. Several expletives flew past his lips as he throbbed in her hand.
Once they’d both gathered enough energy to move, they got out of the tub and moved into the bedroom to dress. Something had been missing from his life for a long time and he knew what. More like who. Tressa was that missing something. How did he know? Because he’d never felt so whole in his entire life.
Still, somewhere in the back of his mind, a tiny amount of doubt about whether or not she was truly over her ex lingered. But a relationship required taking chances, and he was willing to take one with Tressa. He just hoped he wasn’t making a mistake.
Roth admired everything about this strong, vibrant, gentle woman. His gaze followed her around the room and watched as she dressed in a purple sweater and jeans. What he admired most about her wasn’t the strength she displayed, her vibrancy or her gentleness. What he truly admired about her was her gigantic heart.
He’d always heard when you’d found “the one,” you’d know.
But despite all of that, all of the deep emotions she elicited, he still had to be cautious.
“What?” Tressa asked, a warm smile curling her lips.
He shook his head. “Nothing, beautiful. Nothing at all.”
She neared him, then playfully tugged at his red long-sleeved shirt. “There’s something. You just don’t want to tell me. But you will.” A look of triumph split across her pretty face, then she sauntered away.
Yep. The one.
Tressa wasn’t sure how she felt about leaving Silver Point. Usually when she traveled, her desire to return home grew after two days of being away from her own bed. But this time she wouldn’t have minded a few more days at the cabin with Roth.
She eyed him as he locked up the cabin, then headed toward the SUV. The man resembled a sleek and sexy black stallion. When he opened the driver’s-side door, the scent of his cologne rushed in and triggered all kinds of wicked memories.
“So, are you ready to explore Silver Point a little before we leave tomorrow?”
Tressa shifted toward him and bit at the corner of her lip. “Yes, but first…”
“I want to try the Mile High Swinging Bridge again. I think I’m ready.”
Roth arched a brow. “You sure?”
She nodded. “As long as you’re with me, I’m good.”
“I’ll be right there,” he said, leaning over and placing a gentle kiss on her lips. “Let’s do this.”