She laughed and squealed as Reaper reached over and hauled her onto his lap. Funny how he had a way of making things fade into the background.

The attack on the hill already seemed like a distant nightmare. She knew she’d have to deal with it.

Soon. But first, she wanted one more night with Reaper. More of the bliss to carry her over for when she left and started anew.

His callused hands caressed her body, sliding over her skin, slick and slippery. She squirmed, the buoyant water making it easy for her to move on his lap, teasing his erection. He groaned.

A deep groan. He was also quite hard for her. It was nice to be wanted.

“You’re a naughty woman, Annie.”

“Only when inspired.” She turned to fully straddle him, pinning his cock under her, looping her arms around his neck.

“You drive me crazy.”

“Ditto.” She cocked her head. “Apparently, you were right. We are compatible.”

He laughed. “Maybe I’m the one who should be running your company.”

“And have all the female clients panting after you?” she scowled. “Not happening.”

“Is that jealousy I detect?”

No point in lying or hiding it. Not with so little time left to them. “I’m not into sharing.”

“Neither am I.” He rubbed his nose against hers. “Wanna be selfish together?”

“Depends. Does selfish mean I can’t give you pleasure?”

He growled. “It’s not selfish if I am pleasuring you right back.”

“Good point. Speaking of which, when does the pleasuring start?”

His lips caught hers, turning her simmering arousal into full-blown passion. She bounced on him, teasing him, their mouths tightly meshed. His hands roamed her sensitized skin, bringing about shivers, and a tremor centered between her legs.

Pulling away from him, she leaned back and presented her breasts. A dewy offering that he took heed of. He cupped her mounds, and his thumb ran over her puckered nipples.

A soft moan escaped her, and she squirmed. Writhed and felt him hard and rigid against her. It would be so easy to shift and take him inside.

“Not so quick, honey.” He wouldn’t let her take what she wanted. “I’m not done playing.”

He leaned forward and cradled her back that he might have better access to her breasts. He licked the tip of one.

Annie shuddered, and it led to more licking. Touching. Sucking.

His hands disappeared under the water and stroked her. Rubbed across her skin, teasing the fullness of her cheeks, tormented her by dipping lower, just barely skimming the edges of her sex.

Heat coiled inside her, and she shifted on his lap, looking for relief.

“Is this what you’re looking for?” he asked, teasing her with the tip of his finger.

She mewled, and he slid it between her lips, right up to a knuckle.

Did he feel her channel pulsing? Did he feel her need?

She bounced on his finger a few times, driving it deeper, drawing a moan from him finally.

“Annie.” He practically sighed her name.

“I need you,” she whispered.

“Not as much as I need you,” he growled. Sliding her to the side, he stood in the tub, a dripping god that only served to make her hotter.

He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist before he offered her a hand to get out of the tub. A fluffy bath sheet was wrapped around her body, soaking up some of the moisture, but not the wetness between her legs.

He dragged her close for a kiss, a long, sweet embrace that she felt down to her curling toes. Their bodies pressed, and yet the terry cloth between them prevented her from having the full effect of his skin on hers.

Screw that. She didn’t want to miss a single moment of touching. She tugged at his sarong, letting it drop to the floor, along with her damp towel. She pressed her nude body against his, loving the friction of his skin against hers.

Standing on tiptoe, she rubbed her cheek against his soft beard before letting her lips trail down the side of his neck. His heart beat fast, the pulse a rapid flutter at the base that she kissed.

She kept up her exploration, placing her hands flat against his bare, muscular chest, the soft fur of it enough to rake her fingers through.

It was salt and pepper like the rest of him. A hot silver fox for her to stroke. He shuddered as her lips approached his nipples. He uttered a sound when she nipped one.

His hands, which loosely caressed her, turned rigid. Grabbing her firmly by the waist, he lifted her for a torrid kiss as he carried her the few paces to the bed.

He dropped her onto the mattress, and she squeaked. She almost giggled, too, until she caught the frenzied look in his eyes.

No hiding his desire. He wanted her.

She wanted him.

Positioning herself on her knees, she beckoned him.

He drew close, and she lifted her arms to grab him around the neck and tug him down on the bed with her. Beside her, because then she could straddle his waist and tease them both.

His shaft bobbed hot and hard against her ass while her moist sex pressed against him. Could he feel it pulsing?

Leaning forward, she licked around his nipples before nipping them and sucking. He gripped her cheeks, his fingers digging into her soft flesh while she played.

And teased…

She angled her body enough that her slick cunt rubbed against his cock, wetting it with her honey, teasing him with what was to come.

“Annie.” The word emerged tortured.

Perfect.

A slight lift of her hips and his cock bounced under her. Lowering herself just a bit, the tip of him nudged her. She dropped down a little farther, and the head of his shaft penetrated her lips.

She stopped; he growled.

It was a sexy sound.

She wiggled down a bit more, taking him into her slowly, enjoying the stretch as he filled her completely.

When she was fully seated, the hard length of him pulsing inside, she paused, eyes closed, head back, one hand braced on his taut stomach.

“Look at me,” he demanded.

She opened her eyes and saw him staring at her, his features flushed, his eyes stormy with desire.

Holding his gaze, she began to rock and saw his jaw clench. His nostrils flare. His hands gripped her around the waist.

The rocking put pressure on her clit—intensely sweet pressure. She leaned forward and kissed him, still grinding and pushing against his cock.

His hips shifted, changing the angle. Annie gasped and sat upright, hands splayed on his chest.

“Look at me.”

She’d not even known she closed her eyes, lost in the pleasure. She stared at him while matching his rhythm, lifting and lowering herself on his shaft. His hands helped when she would have faltered. The hard length of him slid in and out, deep thrusts that caused a jolt each time.

The pace quickened, their rocking motion in rhythm, their bodies moving as one. It was beautiful.

Intense.

With a cry, Annie came. Waves of pleasure rippled through her, fisting his cock. Reaper bucked wildly underneath, calling out her name as he also came.

Came pulsing hot, and without anything between them.

She should have been appalled.

She wasn’t. Even kind of hoped something would take root because, as he carried her from the bed, swathed in the comforter, and cuddled her by the fire, she could finally admit to herself she loved him.

Loved him, yet would leave him on Christmas morning. Ensuring that he lived and didn’t get drawn into her nightmare would be her present to him.