Page 55 of Rainstorm

My words seemed to placate her. “Okay, I suppose I can wait,” she sighed. “For a little while anyway.”

I’d made reservations at a quiet, luxurious hilltop hotel with an unhindered view over the bay. I’d previously been there for a work conference, so I knew it was a really great place.

As soon as we’d checked in, we headed off hand in hand along a narrow terracotta tile path, where a small Spanish style house hidden among the trees and bright flowers awaited us.

Rose was as bright as the sun above us, her smile had not faded even for a second. My dark haired goddess carried the light inside her and when she smiled she looked so beautiful that it hurt to see her.

So unique, the woman that fate had put in front of me.

And only a fool would ignore that treasure.

And I was not that stupid. No freaking way.

“This is just... wow!” she said when the bellboy closed the door behind him.

Finally we were alone.

Electricity pulsed in the air.

So powerful.

So vibrant.

Lust and need swirling around us.

Two clouds ready to collide.

To explode like lightning.

A storm with the fierceness of thunder.

The beauty around us was nothing compared to her. She was so fucking gorgeous. In two seconds flat my mouth had claimed hers, drinking from those lips like a parched man.

Lips searching.

Teeth nipping.

Tongues entwining.

My hands seeking out her bare skin.

Her denim jacket falling to the floor, my mind focused on making her dress magically disappear.

The soft morning light played over all that glowing ivory skin as my lips began tracing fire trails across it.

It was our dance to the finish line.

The bed.

Desire guiding us, stealing the air, forcing us to breathe it in.

Craving more.

The hunger for more.

She pushed on to her toes, her soft lips searching for my mouth, as I quickly ditched my hoodie.

A trail of clothing and kisses left behind us.

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