Page 54 of The Storm

My breathing is ridiculously loud.

I lick my lips, and my stomach tenses, and it’s hot and unsteady and loud.

“Make me.”

We’re nothing but atoms formed in ancient stars. Just stardust.

But he kisses me, and I feel infinite.

He kisses me and everything… stops.

And it’s sweet. So, so sweet.

He’s hovering above me, body tense, vibrating, like he’s doing his best to hold himself in check, and all the same, his mouth is sweet. It’s tender. It coaxes the kiss out of me.

My mind is light, and my hand goes to the back of his head, fingers curling in his hair. A raw, helpless sound escapes my mouth, and I can’t stop it even if it makes me feel vulnerable in a whole new way, because now he’ll know without a doubt that I’m in too deep.

In reply, his tongue dips into my mouth, and I surrender without a fight.

A low hum rumbles in his throat, like approval. My body feels electric, all buzzing and sparks.

He breaks the kiss too soon. Then again, right now it feels that any time would be too soon.

“What do you want?” he murmurs, lips a hairsbreadth away.

I’m suddenly speechless. It was easier earlier, fueled by anger and adrenaline. This is different. This is gentle. And soft. And I find myself woefully speechless, even though there’s somuchI want.

The only thing I can do, on pure instinct, is to grip his hair tighter to make it very clear that I don’t want him to stop.

He chuckles. Also softly. “Okay. Okay.”

He moves anyway, and then he’s on top of me instead of above me, and that’s good.

And we’re kissing again.

Which is even better.

He jerks open the button of my jeans. The zipper sounds impossibly loud in the darkness. Goosebumps travel over my skin at high speed, and my ears ring when he shoves his hand inside and wraps it around my cock. He starts jerking me, and I whimper as my brain tries to process all the different sensations. The roughness of his palm. The scratch of dry skin. The tender, slow slide of his lips against mine.

Filthy and sweet wrapped up in one.

My hard cock is trapped between his hand and my stomach.

He pushes one of his thighs between mine, and I rock up helplessly into the pressure. His dick, rock hard, aligns with mine in this mess of bodies and limbs. Our chests brush, and it’s… a lot. It’s a lot.

Me, flat on my back. Him above me, hand in my pants. Me straining against him, letting out desperate noises, shoving my hips against his, searching for more friction.

My other hand slides down his side then grabs his ass. He makes a choked noise when I wrap my legs around him.

He pulls his hand out of my pants and fumbles with his own jeans, pushing them down then wrestling mine lower before he aligns our bodies again. He wraps his fingers around my wristsand holds them up over my head as he starts to gyrate his hips, pushing our bodies together.

His kiss grows more demanding, and his tongue traces my lower lip. I press closer and open wider, and he groans into my mouth.

The kiss becomes more.

Hot. Wet. Wild. Full of teeth and tongues. I lose another tether to reality. Never once have I been kissed like this before.

Like I’m air. Like he’s drowning. Like he needs me. Like he can’t stop.