Page 28 of Rainstorm

All around us.

Blazing.

Everywhere.

Burning my skin, igniting the gunpowder of my desire for her. Of my need. Her tongue dancing with mine, caressing, stroking. Every time deeper, every time sweeter, every time determined. Yes, determined for this night never to end.

To make her mine.

The kiss changed, no longer soft, no longer gentle.

Demanding.

My heart drummed in my chest, fast and hard.

My lips traced the elegant line of her throat.

Oh, the things I wanted to do her.

“Come home with me,” I murmured. My hips ground against hers, my rock hard dick proving I was more than ready to claim her as mine.

“What?” She was lost in passion, drowning in a rain of kisses, dazed in a storm of cravings.

“Come with me, come to my house,” I pleaded, already certain that just one night with her wasn’t going to be enough. “Spend the weekend with me.”

“I’m not sure...”

A kiss, my mouth chasing after her excited pulse. Fast, voracious.

“Go and get ready, Rose. Come home with me.”

“Chase, I don’t know...” But I do, baby. I know. I know you’re special. That’s the reason I want you so bad. So don’t worry about falling, I’ll be falling right alongside you.

My soul begged, my whole being pleaded with her silently between kisses and harsh breaths.

“Please. Just come with me, babe.”

My hands searched under the hem of her dress, exploring her gorgeous body, playing with the tiny scrap of lace at the apex of her sexy legs.

Ready to make her moan.

A magician showcasing some of his tricks. Enrapturing his audience.

My very exclusive audience.

I just wanted her.

Alone. To myself.

For hours and hours.

In the shadows of my bedroom. In the steam of my shower. In the brightness of my living room.

In every corner of my life.

And then the light shone.

Not in my imagination. In reality.

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