“You’re developing a problem,” she says, her voice husky now.
It’s not developing. It’s already at full power. My cock sprang to attention the second she put the cut on.
I inhale sharply and, without a word, cross the room to the door and turn the lock. Then I face her.
“I know a way to solve my problem,” I murmur, stalking toward her.
“Oh really? And what way might that be?” Her voice is breathless, trembling with a dare.
I slide my hand to the back of her neck and pull her flush against me, letting her feel exactly what she’s doing to me.
“I'm going to eat your pussy on my desk slowly, taking my time, making you come again and again… and then I'm going to shove my cock so deep inside you that you'll feel it for days,” I growl, my voice low and dangerous. “And you’re going to wear nothing but that cut the entire time.”
41. Rain
Ghost
The bike roars beneath us as we carve through the twisting mountain roads, each curve pulling Adora tighter against my back. The vibrations travel all the way to my fingertips, but no ride has ever felt as good as this one, with her arms wrapped around my waist.
Even through the leather, I feel her heat. The woman who’s owned me since the first time our eyes met. Who, against all odds, saved me when I thought I was already lost for good.
She tenses slightly as we round another bend, her grip tightening.
The first fat raindrop hits my visor just as the sky darkens above us. Within seconds, it turns into a downpour, the summer storm ambushing us from clouds that seemed to come out of nowhere. I ease off the throttle, scanning the road ahead until I spot a wide shoulder beneath a canopy of pines. Perfect.
I guide the bike to a stop and cut the engine. Adora shifts behind me, confusion clear in her movements.
“Why are we stopping?” Her voice comes through the comms, slightly muffled.
Instead of answering, I take off my helmet, swing my leg over, and stand, then turn to help her off. Her legs are unsteadyas they find the ground. I reach up and carefully remove her helmet, revealing flushed cheeks and bright eyes. Rain immediately darkens her light brown hair, plastering it to her face.
“Dominic, what are you—”
I cut her off with a deep kiss, unable to stop myself from tasting her in this moment. When I pull back, I point down to where puddles are already forming, growing larger by the second.
“Your Everything List, adorable,” I say, rainwater running down my face. “You said you wanted to jump in puddles in the rain. Now’s your chance.”
Her eyes widen in recognition, then brighten even more. “You remember that? I don’t think I even got to write it down.”
“Of course I remember.” I’ve got a surprise from that list waiting at home too — a brand-new swing hanging from the tree in her backyard, ready to use whenever she wants it.
A slow smile spreads across her face, just as breathtaking as the rest of her. “Are you trying to make all my wishes come true?”
There’s something deeper in her tone, but I can’t quite grasp it right now, so I just nod.
She steps closer, still smiling. “Do you promise?”
I lean in, my lips hovering over hers.
“Yes, adorable. I promise,” I murmur, then kiss her again.
I pull back first, reluctantly. She’s got a mission right now.
Without warning, she steps into the nearest puddle and jumps, sending water splashing in every direction. Her laugh cuts through the rain, wild and unrestrained.
I lean back against the bike, crossing my arms, watching as she moves from puddle to puddle. Her jeans are soaked, her T-shirt clinging to every curve. The leather cut on her back shines, catching every drop.
She jumps into a deeper puddle, water spraying up around her, soaking her even more. Then she turns to me, rain and laughter lighting up her face.
