Page 170 of Small Town, Big Storm

And I suppose we do.

We have years ahead of us.

A lifetime.

Our touches are languid as he slowly removes my bra and draws my jeans and underwear off, as I unbutton his shirt and push off his pants.As he kisses every inch of my skin, caresses my breasts, my belly, my sensitive inner thighs.

When he spreads my legs and licks me, he moves just as slowly, coaxing my pleasure out of me, nudging me toward an orgasm that has his name dancing off the tip of my tongue.

Then he’s climbing up my body, his hard chest pressing into my softer one, one big, warm hand coaxing my leg over his hip, the other lacing our fingers together as he nudges the head of his cock at my entrance andoh so slowlypushes inside.

I moan at the burn, the stretch, the way he so perfectly fills me up.

But it’s even better when he draws back, when he strokes in.

And he does it all with that easy patience, the gentle care, making love to me in every sense of the word.

Never have I felt more cared for, more seen, more precious.

I go over the edge before him which means I get to watch pleasure infuse the lines of his face, get to watch his eyes growing warm, get to watch him fall apart and be put back together by our bodies, our souls, ourlove.

After, he cleans me up and gathers me close and we talk about our day.

“How much longer are Rain and Riley going to pretend they’re not crazy about each other?”I ask as I cuddle into his chest.

Storm laughs, weaves his hand into my hair.“You know us Harrisons.What do you think?”

“That you’re stubborn to a fault,” I tease.

He tugs lightly.

I press my lips to the spot over his heart.“And that you get what you want,” I murmur, eyes growing heavy.“Even if you have to work for it.”

A yawn before he draws me deeper into the circle of his arms.

“But,” I say as sleep starts nibbling at my toes, starts dragging me under, “I think that Riley may have taken Stubborn Lessons from Clover.”

His yawn is bigger this time, nearly drowning out his chuckle.“Then heaven help my brother.”A beat, his hand smoothing up and down my back.“Because I think he’s in for a world of hurt.”

I remember laughing as sleep takes me.

Remember his arms holding me tight and dreaming of the future we’re going to make.

But little do I know that night would give us…

Rose.

In about nine months, anyway.

Forty-Five

Storm

Tap.Tap.Tap!

My lips twitch as I walk down the hall and into the living room, the paper covering the newly installed floor crinkling softly.

“Why’re you pounding holes in my wall, asshole?”I call.