Page 59 of Tempting as Sin
He watched her take it all. He watched her drink him down.
By the time she finished, he was shuddering. She stood up, took him by the hand, led him to the bed and pushed him down onto it, where she climbed into his lap, took his head in her hands, and kissed him exactly the way he’d kissed her. Long, and slow, and deep, her tongue exploring him, and he could feel her reveling in the aftershocks that were still running through his body. When her mouth left his, she kissed her way to his ear and whispered, “We’re even, wolf boy. Wait here.”
She left the room, came back with the bottle of wine and both glasses, handed his to him, set the bottle on the bedside table, and drank hers down in long, luxurious swallows, as greedy for it, as unexpectedly erotic, as when she’d taken him straight down her throat. He watched her do it, then told her, “We’re taking a shower, and then we’re starting over. This time, I’m in charge. We’ll see who’s even.”
Standing with her in a clawfoot tub, kissing her again, lifting her against the wall to kiss her better as the water rained down on him, straight over his hair, his back. The look on her face when she begged, “Hold me tighter. Kiss me harder. Do it like that.Rafe.”
The shock, a visceral, primitive thing, when the light was suddenly gone, then flashing again.Lightning.Lily’s face. Lily turning, shutting off the water, as a crack of thunder made her jump. Lifting her out into pitch darkness and a low, angry rumbling like the very earth was moving, keeping his hand on her as he stepped out himself, took the towel she offered him, reached for her and used it to pat her dry.
She was doing something. Drawers opening, closing. Another flash, and she grabbed something from a drawer with a“Yes!”Another crack of thunder, and her hand found his arm, his hand, and she said, “Come on.”
Ten thousand wind-driven drops of water battering a metal roof. The whistles and groans of wind in evergreens. The wind chimes on Lily’s back porch spinning and clanking in full discord, mingling with the hammering rain like a post-modern symphony. The light in the bedroom wild, too, the candle’s flame flickering hard for a long two seconds. Until the curtains billowed like ghosts and the flame sputtered and died.
Darkness complete. Wind at gale force, out of control. The crack of a tree limb falling, and another flash of lightning. Lily was headed for the bed, and he was going with her, falling onto it with her, shoving her onto her back.
Flash.His mouth on Lily’s full breast, his hand wrapping around her wrist, pulling her arm over her head. The wind howling at banshee level, and he was moving down her body, navigating by touch, settling in. His hand finding her thigh, shoving it high as his mouth closed over her.
No patience this time. His fingers inside her, his mouth working her over, taking her the same way she’d taken him, like she was his to enjoy. His to eat. She was shifting under him, calling out, part of the wind and rain.
Flash.Lily halfway off the bed, her back arched into a bow, her hands on the floor. He stopped, tried to pull her up.
“No.” It was a wail, and he didn’t know if it was the thunder shaking her, or him. “No. Don’t stop. Oh, God. Don’t stop.”
She went up the same way the thunder did. A hard jolt, then endless rolling waves that went through her body like the lightning. Like she was electrified.
“Now,” she said. “Now. Oh, God, Rafe. Now. Please. Fuck me now.”
He was going to die. But he had to say it. “No…condom.”
“Bed,” she said. “Packet. I dropped it when we came back.”
Another flash, and he saw it. A blue square against the pale-green comforter. He grabbed it, then grabbed her, but he missed in the dark, and they both tumbled down onto the floor.
She was on her knees. He could make her body out in the darkness. Barely. Three seconds, and the condom was on.
He got a hand behind her head, another around her back, and took her down with him.
Flash.Sliding into Lily, seeing her mouth open, hearing her call out over the rolling thunder. Feeling her around him, so tight he could barely get inside, gripping him hard.
Flash.Her hands fluttering like birds, making him need to lace his fingers through hers, to drag her hands over her head, to hold her there. Her legs coming up, then up some more, as he plunged into her again and again. Her sobbing breaths, and the heat of her.
She was saying something, and he needed to listen. He needed to…
“More,” she said. “Rafe. More. Harder.”
He swore, let go of her hands, and got his palms on the back of the thighs that were straining. Straining. Needing more. He pushed them higher, felt himself sink deeper, and just about lost it when she said, “Yes.Yes.Please.”
When her legs were over his shoulders, she was wailing. He gasped, “Hurts?”
She didn’t answer.Flash.Her face upturned, eyes closed, mouth open. His palms on either side of her head. He was driving deep, her voice, the howling wind, the pounding rain filling his ears, the thunder and the pleasure in his chest, his belly. And the absolutely primitive satisfaction of filling Lily to the brim.
The storm rocked and rolled around them, and he rocked and rolled her right over the edge. He flew her high, and he took her home.
Electricity spiking through them. Thunder penetrating to their bones. The storm flinging them into the wind, carrying them with it. Past thought. Past words. Past all comprehension. Shaking them, tossing them. Letting them fly.
The thunder was gentler, the lightning lessening, and Lily was as shaken as if she’d been out there in it. Rafe detoured into the bathroom, and she thought dimly,Condom.Then he came back, lifted her off the floor, groped for the comforter and pulled it back, climbed in with her, and pulled her close. Her back to his front, the way they’d started. Rafe kissing her ear, stroking a hand over her hip, down her thigh. Rafe’s voice, quiet behind her, full of wonder.
“Wow.”
