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Our mouths find each other right where they left off last night, tongues tangling in desperation. I need to taste him, to have him taste me. I need to punish him for his stunt and reward him for seeing reason. I need him to erase the ghosts of every kiss before this, to let the fire of our connection consume me until I’m born in ash like a phoenix.
His kiss is desperate, and it’s clear that we aren’t just courting one another. Love has no place here. This is lust—dangerous and dark and so hungry that nothing will ever satisfy it fully. He gives me passion and hate that aren’t even for me, his teeth biting my lip with every bit of intention and making my need grow so that I arch into him more.
The rain begins to fall, slowly at first. My head falls back, and the first couple of drops splash upon my face as he presses me into the bench, wedging himself between my legs like his body is magnetized to mine. I reach out and catch his silky hair in my fingers, needing to grip something as he ravages my mouth, his tongue seeking mine again and again.
His mouth leaves mine cold as it trails to my neck, his hot tongue laving at my skin while his fingers work at the bikini strings knotted behind my neck. I can feel the outline of his cock pressing into me through the thin material of his board shorts, and I want it.
Thankfully, we seem to have a common goal because when the knot comes undone, he tugs at my bikini top so that my breasts spill out, exposing them to the warm air. He tosses the fabric aside, unable to be bothered with it and wastes no time filling his palms with them as his tongue makes its way down to greet them. I gasp as his teeth graze one nipple while his thumb rolls over the other, causing them to stiffen further under his touch.
But while my nipples are hard, the rest of me isn't. I’m melting under him, driven into a puddle of lust as his movements send shudders of pleasure through me. A hunger unlike anything I've ever known nearly rips me in two so that when he moves off of me, I open my eyes, breathless, confused, and feeling cheated. Every inch of me feels raw with desire, and disappointment blooms in my chest.
Why did he stop?
"Fuck." He mutters, and it’s not the throaty sound of pleasure I want. He sounds irritated.
I run a tongue over my swollen lips, trying to orient myself to his absence, and follow his gaze up at the sky above me. The sun has disappeared from the sky completely. My head is dizzy with the sudden dam of our need bursting. Have we been out here that long? But no, I realize the sun’s just been edged out by the storm that’s rolling in.
The rain falls a little faster and Remy hurries back to the wheel, leaving me aching and cold again.
I turn around to get a sense of how close it is. Lightning forks through the sky followed, a moment later, by a clap of thunder so loud I feel it echo in my body. The waves in the distance are angry, and they’re riling up the ones closer to us. One crashes against the side of the boat, accompanied by an angry clapping sound. I jump in time for it to just splash against my feet.
I grab my now-wet swimsuit top off the ground and face away from Remy while I knot it in place, attempting to reclaim some of the dignity I threw to the wind moments before. I pull the dress that I'd abandoned over my head and go to stand next to him. "Welcome to Costa Rica." He says, loudly enough that I can hear him over the howling wind. "The weather can change on a dime. We've got to get back to the house."
I nod wordlessly, crossing my arms over my chest. I stay that way as we zip over the waves that roll under the boat, barreling back the way we came. Even under a deck, the rain that follows us pelts me from every which way, soaking me thoroughly.
A glance behind me shows the clouds closing in and the darkness getting deeper. The crashing rain and whistling wind make any further attempt at conversation impossible, which is just as well because I don't know what to say anyway. Clearly, we let passion take the wheel back there, but was it just because we were both so amped up about the fight? What would have happened on the roof if we hadn’t been interrupted? What would have happened just now if we weren’t in the middle of a storm?
I barely notice when we pass his house because all around us seems like nothing but an endless squall. But Remy seems to know the waters well. He docks and climbs effortlessly over the side, then turns to offer his assistance. The boat lurches against the dock as I’m stepping out, and he picks me up before I can fall. Once my feet hit the ground, he grabs my hand and pulls me into the canopy of trees with him.
I don't even remember to grab my shoes, and as we run, the wood slips under my feet.
The cover of trees offers us a temporary shelter, though I can still hear the angry wind howling overhead and the rain falling in the distance. Remy looks me up and down with concern. "You alright?"
"Yeah," I laugh, breathless. I don’t know if it’s the adrenaline coursing through me in the wake of our encounter or just the insanity of the circumstances, but I feel delirious with it.
"Things have been so insane around here that I forgot all about Kate."
The strangest jealousy rolls through me as a peal of thunder rolls over us. "Kate?"
"The hurricane." He laughs, tipping his head back toward the storm wracking the ocean. "Costa Rica is nearly untouchable from a hurricane, but we're getting a taste. Come on, let's get inside."
I let him lead me through the darkness of the trees, clutching his hand still so that I don't fall as my feet slip against the wet wood. The storm is quiet in the denseness of the forest as the animals chatter excitedly, surrounding us in a symphony of their croaking, chirping, and humming. When we break out into his yard, the storm's call overpowers that. His hand on my wrist catches when I head toward the patio we came from, and I turn to see him nod at the front door. It’s a shorter distance to the entrance, so I let him pull me as we dash across the distance to the front door.
We step into the house and slam the door shut behind us as a gust of wind tries to fight its way in. We stand for a moment, breathless, dripping water on the marble floor. My white dress is plastered to my body, and I have no doubt he can see everything, including my still-hard nipples. He'd seen a lot more than that on the boat, but it still makes me blush a little as I feel him watching me. I want to ask him what to do next, but my voice sticks in my throat, so I turn my eyes up to the ceiling. I'd wondered what it would be like to stand below it during a rain shower, and now I know. It’s an incredible sight, but I can't focus on anything other than the rise and fall of Remy’s chest as he stands next to me.
"Rhea may still be busy." He says, casting his eyes toward the steps.
My heart thunders in my chest nearly as loudly as the rain does outside. I don’t think I’ll be able to get the words to unstick themselves from my throat, but then they’re out in the chilly air between us, full of innuendo and need.
"What should we do in the meantime?"
Heat flashes in his eyes as he picks up on the words I don't say. We walk quickly up the steps and turn the corner, both of us deathly silent as we creep past Rhea’s closed door. Her room is quiet as the crypt, and the hall is dark. I feel like a thief in the night, like I’m doing something irredeemable, something wrong. But this is something that I want to do more desperately than anything I've ever known.
Remy's hand drifts down to my waist before I can turn into my room, catching me before I can lead him in there. I see him tip his head toward his own door… a room that doesn’t share walls with Rhea’s. His eyes ask a question that needs no answer. I desperately want to finish what we started.
I've just stepped inside his room and haven't even had a chance to look around when the voice comes down the hall. "Remy?"
I close my eyes as Jovich comes to the door, and then press myself into the wall, hoping we haven’t been caught. He creeps me out enough under normal circumstances; I don't want him to see me so raw and exposed.
