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“Soldier,” Ray panted, breaking the kiss long enough to release my name.
I answered with a moan, moving my hand from her hair to just outside her breast, to hold the underside of its fullness against the web between my thumb and forefinger.
“Isthisokay?” I asked, knowing it was a tentative move.
I was prepared to back away from her if she so much as flinched. But she responded by arching her back and groaning into my mouth.
“Yes,” she replied, and I took that as my cue to glide my thumb across the heavy flesh. Stroking, rolling, pinching as my mouth left hers to move downward to her neck.
Ray’s hands held to my head, combing her fingers through my hair as she gasped wordlessly.
“Noah is with my mom,” she said, as if I wasn’t already aware.
“I know,” I muttered, my mouth open against her neck, licking and sucking. Tasting and marking.
“Come inside?”
It was a request as much as it was a demand, and I stopped abruptly, lifting my head from her neck to search her eyes.
“Are you sure?”
She was a grown woman, capable of making her own decisions. But pain ran deep, and trauma embedded itself even deeper. My concern was with her comfort more than it was with anything else. I cared for her, not just her body, and I didn’t want to take another step further without knowing for certain that she was okay—if that was at all possible, and if not, I would respect that too.
But Ray held my gaze and nodded. “I would tell you if I wasn’t,” she assured me as one hand moved from my hair to seek the evidence of my want and need for her.
She gripped me through my pants, stealing a groan from my lungs.Fuck, it had been so long since something other than my own hand had touched my dick, and while time had an odd way of making it not seem to matter after a while, it fucking mattered now. My hunger for her grew until I was all at once starving.
So, I nodded, prying my lips away from her neck. “You’d better unlock that door fast,” I teased. “Or we’re not making it off the porch.”
“Not sure the neighbors would like that all that much,” she teased right back, taking my hand and moving up the stairs backward.
“The neighbors would understand.” My eyes never left hers. The spell she had over me was so great, so powerful.
She laughed, leading me toward the door. “The neighbors would call the cops.”
“Yeah, maybe, but only because they’d be jealous.” Carnal intent took control as I pressed her back to the door, caging her in with my arms and pressing the strength of my dick against her once again. I lowered my mouth to her ear, smelling her hair and tasting her skin, before adding, “And I’d happily let Officer Kinney slap the cuffs on me to hear you scream my name loud enough for them to hear.”
She shuddered, releasing a hot breath against my cheek. “I think I’d rather have you to myself all night than let you sleep at the police station with Patrick.”
“Then, like I said, you’d better open that damn door.”
I was quick to capture her lips once more before backing away, reluctantly giving her the space to find her keys in her bag and unlock the front door. I leaned against the doorframe, unable to keep my eyes off her. Unable to believe that this was the same girl I’d protected years ago. The same girl I’d held close to my heart and written letters to for all those years I was heldfromsociety. It had to all mean something, right? It had to meansomethingthat I would find myself here, that we would allow our feelings to grow until they reached this turbulent, pivotal point in which I could hardly look at her without wanting to explode.
It was always meant to be her.
The thought struck swiftly, kicking my heart with an intuitive truth that took my filthy, dirty mind and flipped it upside down, to bring forth that sensitive guy she believed I was because of my books and love of reading. But it was the truth, wasn’t it?
Ray and I … Rain and Soldier …
We were always meant to be. And if it couldn’t have happened that one night when we were teenagers, then fate had seen to it to bring us back together in adulthood, to take our trauma and grief and hardship and somehow, someway, make it better.
She pushed the door open and met my eyes as she took my hand to bring me inside. “What?” she asked, smiling as the house enveloped us in its hushed darkness. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Like what?” I asked, pushing the door shut and locking it behind me.
“Like you’re seeing me for the first time all over again,” she replied, wrapping both hands around one of mine, taking me down the hallway to a room I’d never been to before.
“Maybe I am.”
