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Slowly rising to his feet, he pulled in a steadying breath. He knew whathewanted to happen now, but he was one hundred percent leaving it in Zeta’s court. Rain still poured down outside, loud and persistent. If he moved, touched her in the dark when she couldn’t see him, and she wasn’t ready for him…
Her shaky breath teased him. Fuck, he wished he could see her. He imagined her face flushed with sated pleasure, her lips parted, her breasts rising and falling, her hair a damp, tangled mess falling around her bare shoulders.
His cock pulsed, demanding attention.
“Mick?” Zeta’s whisper flayed his control.
“Zeta?” he rasped back. He could sense her move in the darkness. Stepping closer to him.
His cock pulsed again. Impatient. Eager.
“Bedroom or sofa?”
He swallowed. His heart slammed up into his throat.
“To be honest,” he said, shaking his head. “I don’t think I can last until the bed—”
His right hip pocket started vibrating. He stopped, shoving his hand into the damp cavity. How the hell was his phone still working with all the water he’d been in and been drenched with?
He pulled it out of his pocket and winced at the sudden assault of bright light from its screen.
Owen’s face grinned up at him.
He flicked a look up at Zeta, his heart skipping a beat as the light from his phone spilled faintly over her naked form.
She stood barely a foot away, her arms loosely folded across her chest. The muted light kissed the exquisite curves and lines of her body, teased him with the promise of what the lack of light denied him.
He swallowed. He should answer Owen’s call. His brother was probably wondering where the hell he was? Was probably wondering where the hell Zeta was as well. Heshouldanswer the call…
Zeta closed the distance between them. The light from his phone was a faint sheen on her face, her throat, her breasts, her nipples…
His cock throbbed. His phone vibrated in his hand with Owen’s incoming call.
Her shadowed gaze holding his, Zeta plucked his phone from his hand, swiped her thumb across the screen, and raised it to her ear. “We’re busy, Owen.”
Mick’s lips curled into a smile. Ah fuck, she was incredible.
A tinny voice burst from the phone—Owen, responding in some way to Zeta’s statement. Was he asking if they were okay? Was he shocked she’d answered Mick’s phone?
She tilted her chin, the darkness almost hiding the devilish glint in her eyes. “I’m sure Mick will tell you later. Bye.”
Without waiting, she pulled her phone from her ear, ended the call, and held it out to Mick. “Well?”
He took his phone from her, tossed it in the direction hehopedwas the sofa, curled his arm around her waist, and drew her to his body. “I am going to fuck you senseless,” he stated. “If that’s okay with you?”
She rose up onto tiptoe, her warm, naked body driving him insane with lust, and buried her hands in his hair. “Promises, promise—”
He crushed her mouth with his.
7
They somehow found the sofa.
It took a lot of fumbling around in the dark, but they made it. Rain continued to fall, and thunder continued to rumble way off in the distance. There didn’t seem to be any more lightning, and there was no illumination, no matter how brief.
They kissed each other non-stop, stumbling and laughing and colliding their way through the unfamiliar room to the sofa. The backs of her knees bumped into it first, and she fell onto her ass on the cool leather. She released her grip on Mick’s damp shirt just in time to stop pulling him down on top of her. He laughed, kneeling between her spread legs to find her lips again.
His hands cupped her cheeks, her jaw, and then travelled down to her breasts. She sought out his clothes in the darkness, wanting him naked. She may not be able to see his body, but she wanted to feel it, every inch. Refusing to tear her lips from his, she shoved his shirt—still open from their beach tryst—over his shoulders and dragged her nails down his chest and pinched his nipples.
