Page 36 of Rainstorm

My hands griped her slim waist as I pulled her closer to my chest, ready to explode in a turmoil of lust and passion as I let her feel how much I wanted her, how my whole body was waiting for her, with the evidence of my achingly hard cock wedged between us.

I had imagined our first kiss would be sweet, soft and full of tenderness, but this kiss did not have any of those qualities. It was more like touching a live wire.

A bolt of lightning followed by thunder.

A rain of lust.

A storm of love brewing.

Looming in the darkness of her apartment.

Filled with the anticipation that’d been simmering between us from the first moment our eyes met in that restaurant.

I surrendered to her in that kiss.

I became her captive.

Captivated by the bond forming between us.

I was enraptured, relishing those lips, flavored by magic and mystery.

Stumbling around her apartment, we somehow ended up on her white couch, our fingers engaged in a war for skin, ravenous to touch all our hidden places.

Digging deep.

Exploring.

Opening doors.

I was drunk on her.

I needed to show her.

Show her how much she meant to me.

Show her she was the only woman I wanted.

Show her she was the only woman in my universe.

“Chase, take off your shirt. Now!” she moaned, grinding her center on my lap. That ignited me.

Never before had my fingers undone the small buttons of my shirt so quickly.

“This is insane, you’re crazy wicked,” she whispered as her eyes took in my chiseled torso, her fingers following the trail of hair below my navel.

“Wasn’t easy growing up on a farm like I did. I’ve always had to work hard for everything I’ve wanted, everything I have. And that includes working hard at taking care of my body.”

“Show me.” She didn’t need to ask twice. Underneath my civilized appearance lay a bad boy, just waiting for the perfect moment to emerge and take control.

And that moment had arrived.

My eyes didn’t know where to look first, my greedy hands unable to keep up with my eyes as I wanted to touch her everywhere. I was dumbstruck, the words stuck in my dry throat, as the tiny scrap of sexy black lace underwear blocking my access was killing me. Overwhelming me. Propelling all my blood through my cock which was the only thing in my body functioning properly.

I’d forgotten how to think.

Only instinct guided my fingers over her pale skin, luminescent with the shallow light shining through the open slats of the window shutters.

Her little red nipples peeked through the lace like cherries on my favorite sundae.

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