Page 87 of Dancing in the Rain

“And what?” He took off the shirt and she couldn’t help but look at his amazing chest and abs.

“I’m a little nervous.”

He made a rough noise then muttered, “Shit. Be right back.”

He used the head and returned moments later, now wearing only a snug, black pair of boxer briefs. When he pulled back the covers and climbed into bed with her, she stilled in a moment of delicious, buzzing anticipation.

“C’mere,” he said in a low voice, reaching for her.

She rolled into him, all that warm skin and hard muscle, but since she was covered from head to toe it wasn’t quite the erotic experience she anticipated. Nonetheless, he wrapped his arms around her and, God, it felt good. So good.

“It’s okay,” he said, rubbing up and down her back. “Jesus, woman, what are you wearing? A ski suit?”

She choked out a laugh. “No!”

She felt his smile. “You couldn’t be more covered up.”

“I wanted to be warm, and I didn’t know where I’d be sleeping.”

“Even so, you’re shivering.”

“I know.”

“Let me warm you up, Peyton.” His hands roamed over her, spreading heat through her clothes. Heat that turned to tingles and a faint ache low in her belly. “I’m sorry. Just want you to feel good. Just for a while.”

“I’m okay.” She snuggled in, loving the heat of his body. The strength. The safety, even though some of her trembling was now due to excitement.

Time slowed and stretched out, Drew’s touch over her back and hips and hair and the gentle rocking of the boat mesmerizing. Her lips were so close to the soft skin of his throat. She breathed in his scent, clean and spicy male, filling her head with it until she was a little dizzy, and her mouth longed to taste him. She knew she shouldn’t, but at that moment it didn’t seem to matter what else was happening in their crazy fucked-up lives; all that mattered was right now, this moment, this man…and she touched her mouth to his skin.

She felt the faint rumble in his chest. Felt the tension in his muscles, his hands going still before resuming their sultry strokes. Felt the hardening of his cock against her hip.

“Peyton.”

“Mmm.” She kissed him again and he tasted so lovely.

His hand slid up into her hair and tugged it, sending pinpoints of sensation sliding from her scalp down her spine. In the low light, their eyes met, a nexus of heat and desire and wordless questions. Her lips parted and she saw his gaze drop there, felt his breathing change.

“Peyton,” he whispered again.

He slid his hand around the back of her neck and drew her to him, their mouths nearly meeting, their gazes connected in a scorching lock. He waited. She didn’t pull away. And he closed the breath of distance between them to kiss her.

She melted against him, a soft groan rising in her throat, opening to him in both surrender and conquest. She wanted to touch him, too, and slid a hand over his upper chest then his shoulder, the bones strong and hard, the muscles there firm.

They kissed for long, endless moments, his tongue sliding deep into her mouth, hers touching his bottom lip. Their bodies shifted, moving together in a flow of sexual heat, coming together in a perfect fit of arms and hips and legs.

That ache in her lower belly intensified into a burning coil of need. Her breasts swelled and her nipples throbbed. She caressed the back of his neck, rubbed her fingers through his hair, and kissed him back over and over until she was rocking her hips into him.

“Christ, baby,” he panted against her jaw. His teeth scraped there and she shivered. “Peyton.” He kissed her again, his tongue sweeping inside her mouth and she needed more.

“Yes,” she whispered, hand gliding down his back over satiny skin. She let her fingertips learn every rise and dip of muscle and ribs, kept going until she encountered the elastic of the boxer briefs, and lower still to curve her hand around his magnificent ass.

“Fuck,” he muttered, his body jolting.

“That’s what I want,” she whispered, squeezing his taut flesh.

“Oh, Christ, me, too.” He pressed a hard, fast kiss to her mouth. “Wanna make sure, though, baby…”

“I just want this.” She licked his stubbled jaw. “Right now. Right here. Just us. Please.”

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