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A loud rumble rattles across the sky, and I look up just as the first raindrop falls onto my bare shoulder. One by one, the drops get larger and heavier.
“Fuck. Get inside.” Callisto grabs my hand and pulls me to the glass doors leading into the living room right before the bottom falls out of the sky.
I grab his shirt to stop him from going in. “Wait. Just a minute.” I look up into his eyes. “Please. I’ve never stood in the rain. It’s beautiful.”
We watch the lightning dance across the mountains and the sheets of rain whisper over the water. It’s spellbinding.
I lean my head against his chest and hold on to the thin cotton fabric of his casual button up. His fingertips mindlessly skim across my shoulders, down my bare arms, then back up to the spaghetti strap of my dress. He hooks onto the strap and pulls it down, placing a gentle kiss in its spot then repeating the act on my other shoulder.
The rain has become a raging storm now. Even though we’re under the thatched awning, the mist of the cool droplets of water brushes against our bodies. There’s something about being out here, in the rain, hoisted above the water between the beach and the mountains, with this man, that drives my body wild.
I peek up at him and catch him watching me. “I never got to see your hand. How will we know who won?” I ask.
“Well, I could tell you, but you’d just have to trust me.” He smiles at the deck of cards getting pounded by raindrops at this point.
The water has soaked through my thin slip dress, making it stick to my body. I see the shift in his Adam’s apple when his eyes fall to my breasts. My nipples push through the fabric clinging to my chest.
“I trust you,” I tell him, hoping he understands the true meaning behind my words.
“I’m not a reckless man, Makenna,” he says with a hint of regret in his eyes, “I can’t afford to be.”
I watch as drops of water kiss his cheeks and fall from his nose onto his mouth as he speaks, and a twinge of jealousy shoots through my chest. I want to taste the rain on his lips.
He moves a wet strand of hair from my face. “But I need to fuck you. Right here. Right now. And I don’t care who sees.”
I close my eyes and exhale the breath I’ve been holding since the moment he opened his mouth. When I open them, I find him looking back at me, dark and hungry. My fingers find the buttons on his shirt and quickly work to unhook each one of them. I slip the wet fabric off his shoulders and begin to lick the raindrops from his chest.
It’s coming at us in sheets now, but we don’t care. The thunder rolls in the distance, adding to the tremble my body is already feeling inside. My hands work their way down to his zipper, and he helps me guide the khaki shorts over his hips.
Another bright flash of lightning, and he has both hands on my ass, lifting me up and spinning me around until my back is against the glass. He pulls my dress up around my waist and shoves my blue satin panties to the side. I wrap my legs tightly around his waist and hold onto his back. God, I love him like this. Raw. Uninhibited. Needy. I let the tip of my tongue sneak out and trace his bottom lip, drawing a quiet hum from deep in his throat. My hips involuntarily writhe between the glass and his hard body, searching for his cock.
“I fucking love seeing you like this. Wanting. Needing. Knowing it’s me who does that to you,” he says against my ear.
His words send a shudder from my belly to my core. He bends his head and kisses my nipple through the wet, silky fabric, and the shudder becomes a blazing fire. I am aching for him. My thighs squeeze tight against his wet body as my heels work to push him into me. He peers up at me with those calm, steady eyes and slowly lowers me onto his erection. At the same time he enters me fully, he closes his teeth around my sensitive nipple. I let out a cry, and he shakes his head. It’s not like anyone would hear me over the storm anyway, but I obey his wish for me to be quiet.
Another rumble of thunder, and he plunges into me. Hard. I moan, and he bites my nipple harder. With every stroke of his cock, the fire burns hotter. Until it is licking up my thighs and threatening to burn me alive.
I close my eyes and let the water pour over our bodies as he thrusts deeper and deeper into me. He grabs a fistful of my soaking wet hair and pulls, forcing my eyes open.
“Don’t. I want you to look at me when you come. I want to watch what I do to you,” he says through clenched teeth.
I hold on tight to his shoulders and say his name as if it’s a prayer when the powerful surge of pleasure shoots through my body, and my insides clench around him. One look in those eyes, and I see him right there with me, pulsing, throbbing, releasing inside me.
He throws his head back and lets the rain fall over both of us. He stays there like this, inside of me, holding me, until I start to shiver.
“Shit. You’re cold. You’re going to get sick,” he says as he slides the door open and carries me inside.
He takes me to the bathroom, leaving a trail of wet footsteps all the way. Then he sets me on the counter while he runs a warm bath. I don’t know what was on his set of cards, but I’m pretty sure I was the winner of that round. Maybe we both were.
We spend the next two days scuba diving and learning our way around the lagoon. We browse a few gift shops and enjoy gourmet meals at the resort’s finer restaurants. At night we sit out on the deck and watch the waves and then go inside to make our own. A girl could seriously get used to this. I could get used to this.
