Connor goes stock still for a moment, his entire body stiffening before his strong arms wrap around me and tug me up against him. That heat I so badly wanted to lean into earlier seeps into my skin where it presses to his.
He groans against my mouth as the sweet taste of bourbon he must’ve been drinking before he stumbled into the cabin tonight hits my tongue.
Fuck, does he taste good…
Exactly as I always thought he would.
Like something spicy, rugged, dangerous, and forbidden.
He reaches down and grasps my legs, lifting me easily to wrap them around his waist, then he turns and takes several steps, pinning me back against a massive tree along the path.
I groan against his lips, moving mine over his greedily as the rain starts to fall harder, the trees above not enough to keep the deluge from washing down on us, but I barely notice the cold.
Not with his hot, hard body pressed to mine and the length of his hard cock pinned between my legs.
He rolls his hips slightly and I gasp, my entire body flaring with pleasure and my pussy pulsing and clasping greedily for something that isn’t there.
This is a terrible idea, to be out here during the storm, to have chased after Connor McBride, who’s still balancing on that precarious edge. To have grabbed his wrist. To have let him touch me. But it seems that maybe I enjoy danger a little too much, because I’m not going to stop him.
CONNOR
I shouldn’t be doing this.
I shouldn’t be touching Raven.
I shouldn’t be kissing her.
And I sure as fuck shouldn’t be doing either out here in the middle of a fucking storm like a raving lunatic, but I can’t stop.
The taste of her mouth and the feel of her breasts heaving and pushed against my chest, my cock pressing against her core, the heat of it radiating through her clothes. It’s all too much and not enough at the same time.
It feels like all the tension that’s built up between us for the last fifteen years has finally reached critical mass, and if it doesn’t all get released, doesn’t all go somewhere, it’s going to explode and eviscerate us both.
Lightning flashes again, followed by a crack of thunder so close that it makes my ears ring.
Before tonight, the sounds of a storm like this would have had me two bottles in already, reliving every time I fired that gun whenever the sky rumbled.
But I’m not thinking right now.
I’m just feeling something other than the guilt and anger and hatred that has swamped me so completely for so damn long.
It won’t last.
It can’t.
Somehow, through the haze of lust and all these other emotions, I know that, but I don’t fucking care.
Raven claws at the back of my neck, shifting her hips and rocking them against me in a way that grinds against the head of my cock.
“Fuck…” The single muttered word against her lips is all I’m capable of.
My brain can’t process anything else but the feeling of her body pressed to mine and wanting to get even closer somehow. That driving need to get inside her completely consumes me.
“Yes.” She nods, kissing me fiercely. “That. Now.”
Her words barely register, but as soon as they do, I know there will be no stopping this.
It’s like this storm—it’s been building and building, darkening the skies around us, gathering strength until the power of it had to be unleashed. The mountain is getting pounded by the energy of it, the rain washing away anything that might taint the land while giving it what it needs to maintain the beauty and life it holds.
