Page 90 of Riding the Storm
“Don’t even think about it, cowboy,” I say, taking a step backward.
“What?” he says innocently as he stalks toward me.
He reaches for the hem of his soaked shirt and tugs it over his head. My eyes skim over his glistening skin.
“Like what you see?”
I shake my head. “Nope. Hate it.”
One side of his mouth quirks up as he reaches me. He wraps a hand around my hip and tugs me forward. “Hate this too?”
“Yep. It’s the worst,” I breathe.
“Really? What about when I do this?” He leans in and runs his tongue over the pulse point just below my ear.
“Terrible.”
“And this?” he asks as he pops the button on my jeans and slides his hand inside.
I whimper as he moves his fingers against me as his mouth sucks at my neck. Warm lips, cool skin. The contrast steals the air from my lungs. He kisses along the curve of my throat, slow and deliberate, and I swear my knees go weak.
“Bryce—” I start, but he just grins against my skin, and then he’s lifting me off my feet.
I gasp as he carries me across the barn and sets me down on a bale of hay. The scent of rain and straw mixes around us, the world outside nothing but sound. The heavy rain shielding us. His hand is still caressing my pussy, his eyes dark.
The next thing I know, his lips are on mine.
It’s not a gentle kiss. It’s deep and thorough. I grab at his hair, wet and clinging to the back of his neck, pulling him closer. When we break the kiss, he drops to his knees.
“We can’t,” I say. “What if someone walks in?”
“Don’t care,” he says as he removes my boots before peeling the denim down my legs.
He kisses my stomach, swirling his tongue in my belly button, and then he clutches my ankles, guiding my feet up onto the hay bale. My knees fall apart. I shudder as he runs his knuckles between my legs, my panties growing damp at his touch.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he whispers.
I plant my elbows behind me so I can watch as he kisses his away up my calf.
Brushing the silk aside, he glides two fingers through my center, coating them in my wetness, and then brings them up to swirl around my throbbing clit.
“Ry,” I sigh as he nudges them inside of me.
His eyes find mine as I rock against his palm.
“That’s it, Chuck,” he says as he watches me ride his hand.
I can feel the tension coiling at the base of my spine as I circle my hips. My hands go to his hair again, and my head falls back as his mouth finally wraps around my clit.
“Oh my God,” I pant as he licks and sucks the tiny bundle of nerves.
My legs begin to tremble as he devours me. He wraps his free hand around my hip and holds me steady as he continues to lap at my core until the orgasm crests, and waves of pleasure wash over me as I chant his name.
By the time I catch my breath, he’s standing, and I watch as he pulls his jeans off his hips. His cock springing free.
His eyes meet mine as I bite down on my bottom lip, and I drink him in—broad shoulders, wide chest, and the look of pure desire on his rugged face as he stares down at me. I feel so tiny with him towering over me. He settles between my open legs, positioning his tip at my entrance.
“Yes, right there,” I gasp.
