Chapter 3: Chapter 3

Everything happened so fast. One moment they were in the storage room at the bar and Ana was coming down from her climax. And then, after Miller had fixed her skirt he'd taken her out to the parking lot and helped her into his fancy sports car—she had no idea what the make or model was. All she knew was that before today, she'd never even seen a car like his, much less ridden in one.

Now standing here in the middle of this posh hotel room, Ana had the urge to flee. There was only one problem with that: If she ran she wouldn't get the chance to feel all those things she'd felt less than an hour ago. Miller wouldn't be able to do all those things he'd done to her that had made her feel like she was going to explode. And she wanted to explode. She wanted to feel him inside of her again! The sooner, the better. But she was new at this…too timid to ask for what she wanted.

"Ana?"

His voice was soft, as if he were afraid of frightening her. She turned toward him and was once again taken aback by how sexy he was. His dark green cable knit sweater molded perfectly to his upper body, but his jeans left too much to the imagination. She couldn't wait to see him in nothing.

"I started a shower for you," he informed her.

"Oh," she said in a small voice, struck by his thoughtfulness. The hot water would be heavenly. Her muscles were achy, and her legs still felt like jelly. If nothing else, it would give her a bit of time to recover. "Are you hungry?" he asked as he led her to the bathroom.

Ana bit her lower lip as she shook her head no. She was famished—but not for food. It amazed her how much she already wanted him again.

He left her alone in the bathroom and Ana made her way over to the shower, sticking her hand under the spray. The temperature was perfect. She made her way to the vanity that was in the room and sat down on the upholstered stool in front of it. Studying her reflection in the mirror, she turned her face from side to side. She didn't look any different…a little glow, maybe, but she had a feeling that was for what was to come and not what had already taken place.

Ana's eyes never left her reflection as she opened the buttons on her shirt. When she'd popped the last one, she pulled the hem from her skirt and let it slide down her arms until it reached the floor. After one last look she stood and turned away from the mirror as she reached for the zipper on her skirt. She pushed it down over her thighs and when it pooled at her ankles she reached for the waistband of her panties. She eased them down over her legs until they reached the floor, then rid herself of her bra and stepped into the shower and beneath the streaming water.

Eric's gaze never left her as the water droplets flowed down Ana's lush body; he was mesmerized when she tipped her head back to let the water rinse the suds from her hair. Her breasts thrust upward with the motion, and he felt his breathing hitch.

Once the water ran clear, Eric removed the thick, black robe he'd put on after his own shower and hung it on the hook behind the door, then made his way noiselessly to the shower. He stepped in behind her and was graced with a generous view of her backside as she bent at the waist to lather her legs. Once she'd straightened, he took the single step separating them and reached around to splay his hand over her belly, hauling her back against him.

He chuckled when she gasped, but when his hand snaked upward to palm her breast, her head fell back against his shoulder and she groaned. His cock—already hard as a rock—throbbed at the sound and he gripped her flesh, kneading and teasing. Anything to hear that sound again.

"Ana," he whispered huskily as he leaned down to kiss her neck. He nipped at her flesh as he used his free hand to reach behind her knee. He lifted her leg until her foot was resting on the built in seat, and while one hand continued to toy with her breast, the other came around to reach between her folds.

Her steady breathing immediately turned to panting, and as his fingertip made its way from her clit to her opening and then back again, she thrust her arms out in front of her, bracing her palms against the granite tiles on the wall to keep her balance.

"What do you want, Ana?" Miller hissed as he took her earlobe between his teeth.

"You!" she cried helplessly. It was like her body didn't know what to do. There was so much going on at once: his hand teasing her breasts, his fingers hovering just over her core, his teeth tugging on her ear. Heat coiled in her belly when he pressed his fingertip inside of her, but she sobbed when he pulled away. "No!" The thought that he was holding back, that he knew how he could make her feel, was sheer torture as Ana stood there powerless.

"Tell me what you want, Ana," Miller commanded.

"Fuck me," she said breathlessly. "Oh, God, Miller. Fuck me." She could feel her skin heat at the admission. Ana could count on one hand the number of times she'd used that word, but it was the only one that could convey what she wanted…what her body was craving.

Before she could stop herself, Ana's hand fell from the wall and she reached between her legs. Clutching his wrist, she shoved his fingers inside of her as she sunk down onto him; a sound she'd never heard before made its way from the back of her throat.

"That's it, Ana," Miller coached. "Ride it out."

He wrapped his arm around her in an attempt to keep her vertical, and Ana whimpered. Her hips moved frantically as she sunk onto his fingers again and again, matching the desperate pace he'd set for her. Her body bucked against his as her climax hit, and when it slammed into her full force, she fell against him. His fingers kept working until her spasms subsided, and Ana completely lost the ability to function.

Miller swept her up in his arms, and then managed to turn the water off. As he stepped out of the shower, the cool air hit her and a shiver made its way through Ana's body.

"Tell me again what you want, Ana," he told her.

She rested her cheek on his shoulder as he carried her to the bed. "I want you to fuck me," she whispered.

The declaration came more easily this time.