Page 4 of Thunder Thighs
The kiss started out chaste. Just a pressing of skin to skin, his hand warm against my cheek. But it quickly escalated, his lips seducing mine, tilting my head this way and that for better access. His tongue teased mine, wet hot and achingly demanding. I fell into a cloud of desire, asking for more, wanting more, desperate for him to take all that I had to give.
He eased back; his eyes molten. "You wanna go to my yacht or your place?"
"Mine's closer." I answered without hesitation. I slipped from the bar stool leading him through the bar to the door.
The heavens had finally opened, rain poured down, thunder and lightning crackling around us, electrifying the air.
"Come on," I snatched his hand, pulling him into the downpour. We ran, him following me, around the back of the bar to the small cottage at the far end of the property. We stomped up the steps of the cottage, pausing on the stoop so I could unlock the door. I pushed through, spilling into the small entry, laughter filling the silent room.
We dripped on the wood floor boards.
"Lights?" He asked.
I reached out flicking the switch. Nothing happened. I frowned, trying again.
"Damn, power must be out." I muttered, kicking off my shoes.
"Was fine in the bar."
"We have our own generator," I replied. I headed to the kitchen, pulling out the drawer I had dedicated for just this kind of moment. "Here," I handed him a torch. "Hold that while I light the candles."
I walked around the living area and dining, lighting the multiple candles already sitting in hurricane glasses.
"You get power outages often?" Gunnar asked, switching off the torch as the warm candle glow lit the room.
"Often enough to be prepared."
"But you don't have a generator?"
"No, the bar came first. I'll get one eventually." I blew out the flame on the long match stick, putting it to the side. "There," I dusted my hands on my wet skirt. "We should probably get out of these clothes." I pulled my top away from my body with a grimace.
"You got anything I can wear?" He asked.
I quirked a smile, "I may have a dress or two."
He followed me to the linen cupboard.
"Here," I handed him a towel. "Shower is through there." I nodded at the door across the hall.
He headed over, pausing in the doorway. "You coming?"
My breath caught.
You coming?
So easy. As if everything before this moment hadn't already been a life changing event.
"Y-you want me to…?" I gestured at the bathroom.
"Oh yeah." He turned to lean against the door jam. My gaze flicked down, noting the giant bulge at his crotch. His wet clothes did nothing to conceal it from me. A crack of lightning outside briefly lit the interior of the house. Smashing thunder followed, so loud it rattled the frames on my wall.
Well, you heard the god.
I tried to inject careless confidence into my movement, trying to brazen my way through this moment. This was unchartered waters for me. Kissing I could do. Getting naked? Not so much.
He shifted, allowing me to pass by, our bodies brushing. That spark crackled between us, the awareness filling the space.
"Take it off." He ordered, crossing his arms, watching me.
