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Is he serious right now? How am I supposed to have any control over this if he keeps doing what he’s doing? I try to evade his enticing caress by moving my hips away from his hand, but he won’t let me. He pinches the soft flesh of my thighs when I try to close my legs. I mewl in agony, unsure whether this is the best or the worst I’ve ever felt. I want to come so badly, and I’m already dancing dangerously close to the edge, as I feel the first subtle harbingers of an orgasm approaching.
And that’s when the thunder starts.
There was no forewarning, no rumble in the distance, or lightning to announce an incoming thunderstorm—or if there was, both of us missed it. But now, it’s here, and it’s impossible to ignore. The thunder is so loud and sudden, that Chase’s hand flies up with shock, and just a split second later, it starts pouring down, accompanied by a fierce blast of air that instantly kills most of the flames surrounding us.
“Shit,” Chase exclaims, before jumping up on his feet. He’s still hard as a rock, his enormous size stretching the fabric of his shorts, while he bows down to help me get up.
“Inside,” he yells, his voice muffled by the storm, while he puts on his shoes. “Run!”
“My clothes!” I protest when he grabs my arm to drag me with him.
“You won’t need them tonight,” he yells back—and we start running back up to the resort through the pouring rain.
Chapter 28
Chase
I told myself I was letting her run in front of me to make sure she’s safe and not left behind in the raging storm while I flee into the suite without her. But I failed to consider that she’s naked, and how hard it would be to be faced with her perky behind as she’s running before me bare naked.
I can’t keep my eyes off of her, my gaze firmly locked on her athletic behind, while a furious need is raging through my veins.
This is going to be a lot harder than I thought it would be.
She makes her way up the path that leads back to our suite, and I realize that she’s not even wearing her flip flops anymore. She must have left them under the gazebo, just like her bikini. But the path is lined with stones and pebbles, slowing down her pace in an instant. She yelps out in pain when she steps on the first stone, and I almost run into her, as she rubs the sole of her hurt foot.
“I can’t—” she yells, raising her voice against the intense noise of the storm.
I don’t hesitate for a second, and swoop her up in my arms before she can say another word.
“Hold tight,” I tell her as I begin carrying her over the rocky path at a quick pace.
She drapes her arms around my neck, and my hand digs into the soft flesh of her ass, while I support her upper body with my other arm. I can feel her tits grazing against my chest, while my hard length pokes against her ass cheeks from underneath.
I can’t suppress an anguished groan, wishing for nothing more than to bury myself between her legs. Holding her naked and wet body pressed against mine, I hurry up to the resort, my pulse racing with anticipation.
This can’t wait. I can’t wait.
This is no longer under my control. The storm took that from me, or she did. I’m not sure which is worse—her irresistible allure or the fact that I just can’t catch a fucking break when I’m alone with her.
I run as fast as I can, keeping her close to my body, while I try to ignore the urge to throw her to the ground and have my way with her right here and now.
The door to our suite is already in sight, but still seems too far away. Slowly, it draws closer, and another blast of lightning and thunder gives me a much-needed push to hurry the fuck up, as the sky shines bright above us. Madison gasps in my arms, tilting her head back to stare up at the turmoil above our heads.
Finally, I reach the doorstep to our suite. Madison begins to squirm in my arms, asking to be put down, now that the rocky path lies behind us, but I refuse to do so. I keep her in my arms as I push the door open and dart into the living area of the suite.
She’s still squirming in my hold when I lean against the door from the inside until it closes with a loud click.
“You can put me down now!” she argues while trying to get out of my arms.
“Not here,” I say—and before she can muster the words to object, I make my way over to the bedroom, not wasting another second before I throw her onto the bed. She cries out in surprise, her wet hair splashing against the silky cushions, when she lands on top of the bed.
For a moment, time stands still, our eyes locked onto each other, while the sound of our heavy breathing fills the room. She is the first to move, her agile body sliding across the sheets as she reaches for the hem of my pants.
I want to stop her, but instead of reaching for her wrist to stop what she’s doing, I let her do as she likes, my heart racing with anxious longing as she pulls down my pants. Her eyes are locked onto mine the entire time, but not to seek reassurance. She’s not waiting for me to take her, like most girls would, but taking matters into her own hands. And I will let her—for now.
I step out of my sneakers and my shorts and place myself right next to the bed, my hips tilting forward, while she closes her delicate hand around my cock.
Mischief flares in her eyes, when she leans forward, parting her lips in the process, as if to swallow me whole. But instead, she pauses, placing a gentle peck on the tip of my cock, then another, barely touching my glistening skin, while my core erupts with fiery desire.
