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“Unlike Spring Rain, the quiet and shy little girl, Spring Rain, the woman, is rude, sometimes crude, obnoxious, and set in her ways.”
“That’s what’s so fascinating.”
“Is that the standard word you use for luring a woman into bed?”
“Is it working?”
She smiled, and he realized how much he enjoyed seeing it.
“It seems to be.”
“Then how about you come over here and let’s see if I can lure you with something more substantial.”
She rose, walked over, and settled down on his lap. He ran a slow hand up her strong spineand down her soft but work-hardened forearm and savored her strength. As the silence between them grew thick with anticipation, he knew he wanted to be with this woman for the rest of his days. Rather than risk shattering the moment by confessing it, he leaned in and gently kissed her until it flared and deepened. Feeding on her rising desire and letting her feed on his, he eased her closer. Her body was warm, her soft-skinned neck scented from her bath. The thick black braid down her back, still damp. He moved his lips from her mouth to the shell of her ear and his hand to the small swell of her breast. Coaxing the nipple to come out and play, he savored the hushed sound of her arousal, and slowly began undoing her buttons. Drawn to her warmth, he nuzzled the exposed skin of her throat and asked, “Where’s your shift?” She was deliciously bare inside the shirt.
“It was just going to be in the way,” she replied breathlessly.
Amused by that, he moved the open halves aside and took a hardened nipple into his mouth. She crooned against the sound of the rain striking the windows. Turning attention to the other breast, he was rewarded with more vocalized delight.
“You’re so good at this...”
He thanked her by giving another fervent kiss. “Thank you.”
She reached down to his thigh and gave him a heated squeeze. “This feels pretty substantial.”
He groaned with pleasure.
After a few more silent moments of kisses and potent strokes that set him on fire, she whispered, “Let’s see how much more substantial I can make it.” Standing, she took his hand and led him to her bedroom.
The bedroom lay in shadows from the darkness of the storm, but the desire in his eyes was as bright as her own. On their first night together she’d been unprepared for how powerful being with the right man could be. Now, as he eased her close and brushed his mouth over hers, she knew to expect the heat of his hard frame against her own, that his fiery, intense kisses would ignite a flame in her blood, and she’d savor the solid yet gentle weight of his encasing arm. When he languidly blazed a trail against the skin of her throat, cupped her breast bared by her already opened shirt, and slowly coaxed her nipple to life, the time he took no longer left her impatient. When he eased her shirt aside and bent to take her in his mouth, hercore pulsed, and she crooned softly. He moved his mouth to lavish her other breast with lazy sucks and tiny bites. Never again would she be content with a quick, unsatisfying coupling. He’d proven there could be more, and as a result, she wanted to give him more: more kisses, more caresses of his strong arms and chest to seal her palms with the memory of his shape, form, and heated skin. She nibbled his bottom lip and slid her tongue temptingly against his own. He dragged her buckskins down and filled his large hands with her bare hips before fitting her to him.
“Substantial enough?” he asked playfully, moving heatedly against her.
She kissed him and reached down to boldly map his strong length. “I think so.”
He eased a hand between her thighs. She hissed out her pleasure and widened her stance. He dallied, impaled her with a finger, then two, and her hips took up the sultry rhythm. Through the haze brought on by lust, she watched him watching her. The intensity in his eyes showed he was feeding on her responses and it increased the flame of her desire.
She raised a hand to undo the buttons on his shirt but focusing was difficult. Her body was greedily enjoying the art flowing from hiswonderful hands. When the task was finally accomplished, she ran her fingers down the ten buttons anchoring his gray flannel union suit, then deftly undid the front of his trousers. Kissing him, she took his hardness in hand, enjoying the warmth of his body encased in the thin, smooth fabric, and heard him groan. He took a moment to rid himself of his pants while she freed the buttons that marched from his collar to his groin and brushed her lips softly against each patch of skin she bared—his collarbone, his strong hair-dappled chest. She flicked her tongue against each flat nipple and bit them gently. Noting he had his head back and his eyes closed as her hands circled his sculpted frame filled her with a power that sent her passion even higher. Lowering herself to her knees, she freed her prize and flicked her tongue over the round head. His hiss was like music to her ears. After a few well-placed licks that made the muscles of his legs clinch in response, she eased him into her mouth and showed him her own art. As she worked, he slowly shucked out of the top half of the suit and once he was bared to the waist, she flicked her tongue against his navel and pulled the garment down to his knees. She moved her hands over the strong, steely muscles of hisbuttocks and fed on him with such purposeful intent, he grabbed her head to guide her movements, rocking his hips with erotic response. Groaning, he pulled free and stepped back. His harsh breathing made her smile. When she met his blazing eyes, he crooked a finger at her and she rose. “Yes?” she asked innocently. She rid herself of the buckskins pooled at her ankles and closed the short distance between them. He pulled her to him and kissed her intensely.
Moving to the bed, they continued, while outside the thunder boomed and the lightning flashed. She again allowed him the honor of inserting her sponge and he rewarded her by spreading her legs wide to pay a tribute so filled with art, the wicked licks made her explode and scream out his name. Rising up, he teased a finger over the damp, swollen bud and smiled into her passion-lidded eyes. “You want more?”
Her hips rose to meet the rhythm set by his continuing teasing circles, and she said breathlessly, “You’re so damn good at this, McCray.”
He slid two fingers inside her and she crooned passionately. Stroking his fingers languidly in and out, he leaned down to whisper against her ear, “And you’re so damn alluring, I want to taste every inch of you...”
Spring wrapped her hand possessively around the part of him that she’d given her own lusty tribute to and he husked out, “Lord, woman.” She smiled and sat up. Kissing him, she tasted herself on his lips and maneuvered herself in front of him. “Let me ride.”
He lay back. She straddled him, and as she impaled herself, she watched pleasure close his eyes. Raising herself up until only the tip of his shaft remained sheathed, she teased him that way again and again, until he growled, clamped his hands on her waist, and set a pace that was both rough and delicious. “You are trying to kill me, aren’t you?”
She met him measure for measure, enjoying the rawness, his growls, and the lust that pierced her like shards of lightning. When completion came amidst the answering springs of the bed, she again cried out his name while he emptied himself with a lusty roar. And when they were done, they melted into each other’s passion-damp arms, hearts racing.
Later, after sharing the tub and having dinner, they sat nestled together on her fancy sofa, watching the crackling fire and listening to the patter of the rain against the windows.
“You should know that once I go home andtake care of some things, I’m probably coming back.”
She rose up and studied his face. “Why?”
“I’m thinking of making Paradise my home.”
