Page 30 of Rainwater
She protested with a soft sound of objection. She wanted to taste his salty skin again. She craved him like some women craved chocolate. An all-encompassing need for which there was no substitute.
The fierceness with which his mouth claimed hers took Jennifer’s breath away and quieted her complaint. His mouth and lips were a different taste altogether. It was wild, savage kiss, telling of a man who’d been alone for all his life. A man who desperately needed her. She felt consumed, overpowered, safe.
“Ellie?” he whispered against her mouth.
“She’s sleeping,” she whispered back. He wasn’t going to pull away this time. She was primed for him, had been primed for a long time.
“Ah, hell.” He pulled away from her and sat up.
“Corey?”
“I don’t…damn…I don’t have any protection.”
Jennifer swallowed hard, gathering her courage. “I do.”
He looked at her then. The shock on his face would have made her laugh if she dared.
“What did you say?”
“I bought…some…a little while ago. I thought I was ready to get out there again.”
“Thought? You weren’t sure?”
“Everyone knows me in this town. I was worried they only cared about my assets.”
Corey laughed softly and leaned his head on her shoulder. “Jennifer, I’m interested in your assets, too.”
“Yeah, but you’re interested in getting into my jeans and I’m interested in letting you.”
“Where is it?”
“What?”
His laughter sputtered again. “The protection.”
“Oh.” She laughed, the humor diffusing her tension. “Upstairs in my bedroom.”
He rose in one powerful push of his thighs, cradling her in his arms. “Well, want to go get it?”
“Yes.” She licked her lips. “I want to get it real bad.”
He climbed the stairs effortlessly and walked into her room, kicking the door closed. He dropped her onto the bed and looked down at her. “I can’t sleep because I want you. I have a hard time working, knowing you’re in the house. Every time you come near me, I get hard.”
“Corey,” she breathed, excited beyond words, aching to join with this lonely, stubborn man. “Then don’t wait another minute. Why don’t you get rid of your clothes first?”
“That’s what I like. A woman who speaks her mind.” He leaned down, placing both hands on either side of her shoulders and without preamble took her mouth in a searing brand of heated flesh, burning his delicious taste and compelling scent into her senses until her world was filled with him, until it encompassed only him. She reached up, sliding her hands into the hot silk of his hair, tangling around the smooth strands.
He moved his mouth from hers, and his turquoise eyes burned with a seductive smoldering desire that spoke volumes. He searched her eyes. “Say you want me, Jennifer. Tell me, darlin’.” His voice was a raw whisper edged with a need that vibrated in the still room, vibrated through her, making her skin hum, her flesh burn, her heart melt like molten gold.
She had never even had a chance.
With all honesty, her voice hushed out, “I want you, Corey. I fought it, but it was too much for me.”
He sighed. “Ah, Jennifer,” he said, lowering his mouth to the soft skin of her neck and nuzzling her gently. “I know. God, how I know. It’s like trying to shoulder a mountain.”
“Speaking of shoulders, I’d like to see yours. Now.”
“Pushy little thing, aren’t you?”
