Page 72 of Riding the Storm
He’s already there, hands steady at my back. His fingers brush the nape of my neck before lowering the zipper, slow, careful, almost reverent.
Then I feel it—his lips, soft and deliberate, press against the bare skin just below my hairline.
I freeze.
The kiss lingers as his hand comes up and guides the gauzy material off my shoulder. The gown falls in a soft pile at my feet, and a whisper of warmth slides all the way down my spine.
“Oh, what the hell?” I breathe, turning to face him.
Before I can second-guess myself, I grab the collar of his shirt and kiss him.
He kisses me back instantly, hard and hungry, like he’s been waiting for this since the night in his cabin. His hat hits the floor, then his jacket. I’m not sure whose hands are moving faster—mine or his—as we start undressing each other, but it doesn’t matter.
He tastes like whiskey and heat, and when he pulls me against him,the world tilts. I stumble backward onto his bed, dragging him down with me. We laugh against each other’s mouths, breathless, desperate.
He braces his weight above me on one arm, eyes searching mine as he sweeps my hair behind my ear. “You sure?”
I nod, heart pounding.
“Guess you didn’t quite get it out of your system after all.”
“Shut up, Raintree.”
That earns me a grin before his lips find mine again. The kiss is slower this time, deeper, as his callous hands slide along my skin.
Bryce sits up, and his gaze is searing as it sweeps down my body. I’m naked but for the tiny slip of satin between my thighs.
“Fucking perfect,” he growls, undoing the first few buttons of his shirt before grabbing the back of the collar and pulling it over his head.
Wow.
Everything happened in a blur the night we left The Soused Cow, and I didn’t have time to appreciate the sight of his bare chest. The man is exquisite.
I feel excited yet anxious as he tosses the shirt aside, undoes his belt, and reaches for the zipper of his jeans. I come up on my elbows to watch as I scoot up the mattress to get a better view.
He grabs a condom from his pocket before kicking his jeans to the floor with his shirt, and my eyes trace the outline of his massive cock straining against his boxer briefs.
I watch as he discards the briefs, tears open the shiny packet, and takes his time rolling the latex over his length. His eyes never leaving me.
Hunger radiates off of him as he prowls up the bed, covering me with his big, strong body.
I’ve never felt so tiny.
So sexy.
So wanted.
His lips find mine again. Hot, demanding, and intoxicating.
I tried my best to resist. I did.
But the way he was looking at me when we got back into the elevator tonight and then the way his lips gently grazed my skin …
I’m only human.
Our mouths wrestle for control until he finally breaks theconnection. His eyes are wild and glazed with desire as he sucks in air. Neither of us speaks, but we don’t have to. We both want this.
Goose bumps cover every inch of my exposed flesh. His hand glides down the column of my throat and wraps around one of my breasts. My nipples harden to tight peaks in anticipation of his mouth.
