She didn’t hesitate, and he wasn’t going to ask again. He swept his hands over her cheeks and pushed her hair away, then slanted his lips over hers, needing his mouth on hers. There was no figuring this out—whatever it was between them that drove him crazy, and probably her, too.
He only knew he wanted her with a primal force as strong as the wind slamming them into each other. He drew his arm around her waist to hold them both steady. And when the first raindrop smacked him on the cheek, he broke the kiss, grabbed her hand, and they ran like hell toward the house as the skies opened, drenching them in the short distance to the deck.
Alicia lifted her gaze to his. Her hair was plastered to her head, her tank top was molded to her chest, and droplets of water slid down her body. He’d never had desire gut punch him like it did right now.
Lightning arced across the sky as thunder clapped around them, shaking the foundation of the house. The skies had grown so dark it was like night. The rain came down so hard he couldn’t even see the water anymore. The force of the storm mixed with his hunger for her, and he pushed her against the wall of the house and fixed his lips to hers.
She met his kiss with equal force. Maybe it was the weather, the storm bringing out primal desires. And maybe he just wanted her that much. He lifted her shirt and swept his hand across her stomach, felt the ripples in her muscles as he wound his arm around her so he could draw her closer to his body. She moaned against his mouth, tugged at his bottom lip with her teeth.
He growled in response, his need for her fierce as he pulled her wet shirt off and undid the clasp of her bra. There was no one outside, no neighbors within viewing distance. Even if there were, no one could see anything in this driving rain anyway. Alicia didn’t seem to care as she helped him peel the rest of her clothes off, then his.
Fed by the storm, the two of them stood outside, leaning against the porch, their wet bodies steaming as the rainstorm cooled the air around them. He didn’t care, but she had goose bumps. He wrapped his arm around her and used his body to shield her from the wind, his lips and hands to give her heat. He grasped her breast in his hand, using his thumb to graze a nipple already hardened from the wet and cold.
She shuddered and wrapped her tongue around his, sucked it into her mouth, and nearly brought him to his knees. He groaned and pulled his lips from hers, gazing down at her face. Her lips were trembling.
“I need to be inside you,” he said.
She lifted her gaze to his. “Yes. Now.”
If it wasn’t for the lack of a condom, he’d have driven inside her right there—on the deck in the pouring rain. But he took her hand and pulled her inside the house, both of them dripping wet as they dashed toward the bedroom. He turned on the shower, waited until the water was steamy hot, and pulled Alicia inside, shoving her under the spray.
“Get warm,” he said. “I’ll be right back.”
He grabbed a condom and set it on the shelf, then met her in the shower. Her eyes were closed, the water pouring over her head. She opened her eyes and smoothed her hair back, then reached for him.
He stepped into her arms, his body chilled to the bone. But her breasts against his chest and her mouth on his heated him up fast. She met his lips in an eager kiss that made him shudder, and it wasn’t from the cold. He smoothed his hand down her back, remembering what it felt like to hold her body against his last night.
It hadn’t been enough then, and now, he mapped her curves as he moved his mouth over hers, wondering what it would take to get his fill of her. Steam enveloped them, and she wrapped her hand around his cock, stroking him with gentle, fluid motions, making him ache to be inside her.
He backed her against the wall and slid his hand between her legs. She was so soft, like the petals of a flower. He wanted to be gentle, but she dug her nails into his arms in response, her body quivering as he began to ease his hand back and forth across her sex.
“Oh, God,” she said. “Yes, just like that, Garrett. Put your fingers inside me and make me come.”
He loved that she talked to him, told him how to give her pleasure. And despite how fragile she felt under his hand, she demanded more than just a gentle stroke. He increased the pressure, resulting in her low moan, which tied his balls into knots and made his cock twitch. He leaned into her, rubbing against her as he moved his fingers and rolled the heel of his hand across her sex, giving her what she asked for.
“Ohhh,” she said, tilting her head back as she shattered against his fingers, her * clamping tight around him. Her lips fell open, her nails scoring down his arm as she tilted her pelvis toward his thrusting fingers while she rocked through her climax.
He reached for the condom wrapper, tore it open, sheathed himself, then spread her legs. “Do you know what it does to me to watch you come?”
She swallowed, then licked her bottom lip. “Tell me.”