Page 37 of Rainstorm

Her disheveled hair swung loose around her flushed face. All I wanted was to spend hours tracing lines with my tongue over her sexy little body from top to toe and lose myself everywhere in between them.

I was stunned by her beauty. Honored that she had chosen to be with me.

Me.

A man determined to give her the very best I could.

And that meant all of me.

Starting that night.

“God, you’re beautiful.” She was without doubt the most precious thing I’d ever had the pleasure to touch.

“Chase...” she murmured. Her eyes were dazed, as lost in me as I was in her.

“Yeah?” I wasn’t sure how I was even capable of conjuring just those couple of words.

“Will you wake me in the morning? You know, before you go…” Her mouth was so close to mine, our breaths mingling, becoming one.

A soft chuckle left my lips. “Oh no, babe.”

Her face morphed sourly for a second.

“Because in the morning I’ll still be here with you.” I smiled.

Twining her arms around my neck, she kissed me. Fiercely. Pulling me against her.

Skin to skin.

Our bodies converging, mouths open, our tongues dancing lazily together.

But the combined barrier of my pants and her underwear was way too much between us, when I desperately craved contact with every single part of her. I’d spent all day getting drunk in thoughts of her and now I was hungover with passion.

Primed.

Ready.

To make a statement. To make my claim.

My hands were running over her silken skin, up her slim legs to the apex of her legs, my fingers seeking paradise.

Eden was hidden inside her body, coated with warmness.

Inviting me.

Calling me by name.

She was like a siren.

I eased one of my fingers inside her silken depths, her excited gasps thrilling me, urging me on.

My mouth craved a taste of her sweet honey. “I want to kiss you here,” I whispered as her hips rocked toward me, begging for more.

There were so many things I wanted to do to this woman, and in that moment I knew one night with her would never be enough.

“I need you inside me, right now,” she panted.

She was drenched, her body was screaming for mine, and mine gladly hearkened.

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