“Oh God, it’s true. I want you,” I admit, not caring about anything or anyone, just how good his hands and mouth are making me feel.
He kisses the corner of my mouth, then moves his lips to nibble at my ear once again. “Say it again, tell me how much you want me.”
With his finger now circling my entrance, I moan and bite down on his bottom lip. “I want you, Trigger.”
All of a sudden my feet touch the ground, and his hand withdraws from my panties. Gasping for breath and confused, I ask, “Why did you stop?” Rain begins to fall, soaking my clothes through to my skin, but I’m not cold; my body’s on fire, and now frustrated.
He curses and runs his hand through his now wet hair. Then without any further warning, he fixes my dress so that it’s no longer up around my waist, grabs my hand, and walks us quickly back toward the clubhouse. I pull on his hand, though, forcing him to stop, and wait until he turns to look at me. Droplets of water run down his face, and his white tee is now pasted against his body, giving me a glimpse of his muscled chest and abs. I shake my head to refocus. “Where are we going?”
Clearly irritated, he growls, “Back to my room, so I can fuck you until you get it through your goddamn head how much I want you.”
Not needing any more words, I just nod my head and give him a small smile.
He smiles back at me and starts leading me to the clubhouse.