Page 37 of Forever in the Country

“Why?”

“Because I want you to make me come more than I want to plot your murder right now.”

His lips twitch as his roughened palm travels up my thigh and under the hem of my dress. “Sunshine, I didn’t say I was perfect, I just said I was me.”

“Seriously, stop—” The pad of his thumb brushes over my clit and I moan as my head falls back against the wall. He growls and I don’t know if it’s because he’s finally touching me or if it’s because my panties are soaking wet.

His lips capture mine in a bruising kiss—ravaging my mouth and stealing the breath from my lungs. His fingers slip under my panties, and the feel of his fingers on my sensitive skin has me exploding the minute he plunges one inside me.

He pushes me harder into the wall as I buck against him and ride out every glorious pulse and flutter of my orgasm.

I’m boneless as my eyes blink open, but I’m not prepared for the absolutely feral look on Sorren’s face.

“Again.”

“Wh-wh-at?” I stammer as he fingers me slowly before pressing his thumb to my clit. I yelp but he doesn’t let up.

“One wasn’t enough for me,” he says as he inserts a second finger. “Again.”

My nails dig into his shoulders as my back bows off the wall. I have no control over it and until this very minute, I had no idea I could evenhavea second orgasm at all let alone this soon after the first.

“Sorren—” I plead but the sensation is already starting to build inside me like his sole purpose in life is to bring me pleasure.

“That’s right, Sunshine, don’t fight it.” His other hand kneads my ass cheek and it’s not enough. I want to be naked and completely bare to him. I want… “Do you have any idea how fucking crazy it made me seein’ you with someone else?”

“Yeah, well I’m still mad at you,” I force out between clenched teeth as I try to hold out a little longer, my nails scratching his back through the cotton of his shirt.

“I know. Now be a good girl and come all over my fucking hand, Rhea.”

I don’t know if it’s the command in his voice or the predatory gleam in his eyes but I do.

My scream echoes off the walls mixed with a slew of curses muttered under his breath. I collapse against him—my forehead resting against his as he slowly pulls his hand from between my legs.

“Fuck.” He grunts as he spins us and walks to a folding chair, twisting me in his hold so I’m across his lap as he sits.

“Wow.” I breathe, still dazed and sated as he places a lingering kiss on my temple.

It’s sweet and filled with adoration and completely at odds with the way he owned my body mere seconds ago. I shift on his lap and suppress the whimper that threatens to escape.

Sorren’s erection digs into my leg where I’m sprawled across him andgood Lord in heaven.

“Can I—”

“Not tonight,” he says a moment before his phone starts buzzing in his pocket. Cursing, he digs it out and after a heavy sigh meets my gaze. “I should get you home.”

Home? It sounds a lot like a dismissal and I stiffen. He doesn’t miss it, his arm holding me tighter when I try to stand.

“Let go.” I seethe as the buzzing continues.

“No.”There’s conviction in that single word, like he truly doesn’t want to letmego, but I can already feel his walls going back up.

“You’re busy,” I say even though I know my phone is in the car doing the exact same thing. Undoubtedly, it’s the family group chat making sure everyone is all right. The storm had been a small reprieve from reality. Now that there’s no longer a threat, it seems the sanctuary we found here is gone too.

His jaw clenches as he tosses the phone across the room. It bounces around like a ping-pong ball, but before it’s even stopped, Sorren’s hands are in my hair and his mouth is colliding with mine.

It’s punishing and glorious and claiming.

And I match his fury with my own.

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