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“You’re the toughest girl I’ve ever met and I’ve known a few girls who were rough around the edges.”

“Is that so?” she says, playing with my beard, intrigue suffusing her gaze. “I don’t mind about your past and I don’t want to think about tomorrow. Let’s enjoy the moment.”

“It’s like you’re speaking my thoughts,” I say. “But if you knew the things I want to do to you, you wouldn’t dare say them.”

“Tell me,” she says.

“I’d rather show you.”

The sound of thunder rumbles through the clouds and we look out at the horizon and see the clouds rolling in. Rain slowly begins to fall.

“Shit. Just when it was getting good,” I say.

“We don’t have to let a little rain stop us.” Her eyes are as animated and electric as the lightning zapping through the clouds.

I crash my lips onto her and grab her by the ass and lift her against my body.

My girl is so right because even though I know what’s coming is more than a little rain, I know there’s no chance the incoming storm is any match for the furious force of emotion and passion that she rouses in me.

I don’t take her to the car. I feel wild and untamed, the desire to be free and animalistic is overwhelming. I don’t want to be contained in my truck. I carry her to the forest and push her up against the nearest tree and I fucking kiss her. Kissing her like crazy, I expose my true feelings. That there’s no faking our deep connection, and that I’ve wanted to give her my heart and soul from the moment I saw her.

We become lips, teeth, and tongue, she claws my back as our mouths collide frantically, desperately.

She’s a wildcat, pulling at my shirt and running her hand up my chest, clawing and caressing me at the same time. I know I’mbeing rough as I press her into the tree with my body, but I can’t help myself. It feels like I’ve been waiting for this forever.

From the moment I saw her, I wanted to claim every inch of her and now I get to give her the best pleasure she’s ever felt.

We lock lips and her hands leave my chest for what feels like an eternity, but they take my hand and bring them to her chest.

I break the kiss and track my gaze down her sensual, curvy form to see her bra. I kiss her neck and move around her back to unclasp it and find myself getting pissed—frustrated and angry as I struggle to undo it, my hasty fingers quivering with eagerness and fervor.

And then I hear the snick of her bra opening, a sound of triumph that blasts through the hiss of the rain like a sonic boom. She turns around to display the most erotic sight that I’ve ever seen in my whole life.

“You’re fucking incredible,” I growl before I close my mouth around the spiked nipple and feel a shudder pulse through my body as I lash at it with my tongue.

I cover her body with mine as I fondle her, clutch her sensitive flesh and coax out half-sighs that morph into moans from her sweet lips.

And even though we’re alone, I suddenly feel a pang of jealousy that another man almost got to do this with my sweet Delilah, that he almost saw the erotic image of her with her head back as she writhes with pleasure and cries in ecstasy, her melting in delight like she does now as I trail kisses down her stomach.

I’m fucking jealous. I want her for myself. She’s mine. Mine to hold, to protect, to look after, to make laugh, and to bring happiness to. I want to stake my claim and not just with my fingers and mouth, but with my tongue, teeth, and cock.

I want the clouds in the sky to witness me claim my woman, to tattoo her with more kisses than drops of rain in a storm.

I’m dead set on putting a baby in her sweet tummy, consuming her with my lust, desire and love as she has done to me.

Through the savage storm of wild emotions, I find her and devour her lips with a savage kiss. And she responds, hooking her arms around my neck and falling back, drawing me down with her.

I belt my arm around her waist as I fall on my knees and lower her into the wet grass. I should put my shirt under her, I suppose that would be gentlemanly, with all things considered, but I’m not thinking straight.

She can’t leave, I won’t let her. The thought rings through my head and possesses me. I want her to feel every lick and caress and stroke, and to know that she’s mine. That no matter what happens tomorrow, she’ll forever know that I’m the only man who’ll be this intimately familiar with her body, its sensual rhythm, how it reacts, and how to fulfill her.

I don’t even know when I get her panties off, but I’m clutching them between my fingers and staring down at her pussy.

Then I go down on her.

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DELILAH

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