She brought her lips to his. “You always do a good job of that.”
COLE TOOK A DEEP BREATH, INHALING SAVANNAH’S scent. It meant something to have her here in his bed. He tried not to think about what it meant, because he was tied up and mixed up where she was concerned. It was enough that she was here and had decided to stay tonight.
Her body was soft and pliant as he shifted to his side, drawing her close so that her breasts touched his chest, her thighs resting against his, and their legs mixing it up together.
He’d enjoyed having her outside, watching her breasts rise and fall in the moonlight as she rode him to one hell of a gut-wrenching orgasm. He’d come so hard he was pretty sure he’d felt it in his hair.
Now, as he brushed his lips over hers, he wanted to take it slow and easy, to love her gently. But the storm outside was throwing slashes of lightning and rocketing deep growls of thunder, and as their kisses deepened, he felt the weather’s raw power mixing with his need for Savannah, a hunger for her that never seemed to go away, no matter how many times they were together.
He climbed off the bed and drew his shirt off, undid the button of his jeans and let them fall to the ground. With a sexy grin, Savannah got to her knees and slid the straps of her dress down, letting it fall to her waist. She undid the clasp on her bra and pulled it off, tossing it onto his dresser. She stood on his bed and shimmied out of her dress, then her panties, then fell to the mattress, beautifully naked.
He couldn’t get out of his pants and underwear fast enough.
Thunder crashed outside, a strike of lightning that knocked out the power, sending the room into darkness.
He crawled onto the bed, jerking the covers back.
“Are you scared?” he asked as he slid his palm over the soft skin of her belly.
“No. I love storms.” She turned on her side, her hand gliding over his shoulder and down his arm, then sliding over to find his hip—and lower. She wrapped her fingers around him.
His cock jerked. He was hard and aching to sink into the wet heat of her *. But when she shifted, sliding down his body to put her mouth around him, he decided he could wait.
Her lips surrounded him and he was content to watch her as flashes of lightning bathed her face in a silver glow. Her mouth was magic, her tongue wet and hot as hell as she wound it around the sensitive head, then engulfed him, using just the right amount of pressure when she took him deep.
His balls tightened, threatening to erupt. He held back, enjoying the silkiness of her hair teasing his thighs as she worshiped his cock, dragging her tongue along the underside, then using both her mouth and hands to suck and stroke him.
Enough, or he was going to blow his load down her sweet throat. He pulled her up, laid her on her back, and kissed her, driving his tongue inside her mouth as the storm battered against the door. She whimpered, wrapping her legs around him to imprison him against her.
He reached for a condom. Then he was back, sliding inside her with one deep thrust. She let out a soft cry as thunder hit, the storm raging outside in the same way it raged within him. When Savannah raked her nails down his back and bit at his bottom lip, he knew she felt the same force that boiled inside him. He lifted and powered inside her again, this time dropping down to roll against her, giving her the friction she needed.
“Cole.” Her eyes widened and he felt her pulse and tighten. “Make me come.”
He loved hearing the ragged edge to her voice. He balanced on the edge, barely holding on. Much as he wanted this surging torment to last, he couldn’t keep release back—for her or for himself. This was going to go fast.
He rolled his hips, giving her what she needed, and she came with a soft cry, wrapping her hand around his neck to pull his mouth to hers in a thunderous kiss that tore him apart.
He let go then, releasing at the same time, groaning against her lips as his orgasm tore from him. As powerful as the storm, it ripped through his nerve endings.
Fuck. He shook as it took him over. The things this woman did to him always surprised him.
He rolled to his side, taking Savannah with him, refusing to let her go just yet. Dampened from exertion, she held as tight to him as he did to her.
He was done for. His limbs wouldn’t move. He could barely get a breath out, could only feel her heart pounding against his chest, her hand resting limply around his back. He took care of the condom, then drew the covers up, letting exhaustion and the storm lull them both into an exhausted sleep.
SIXTEEN
TRUE TO HER WORD, SAVANNAH STAYED FOR BREAKFAST.
And surprisingly, he’d liked having her in his bed last night. Unlike any other woman he’d ever slept with, he’d always wanted Savannah to stay.
He wasn’t about to try to analyze what the hell that meant, or why he enjoyed seeing her sitting across from him at his kitchen table.