Page 90 of The Storm

“I wonder whose fault that is?”

“Fault? It was a compliment. You make my dick hard like this.”

I hum and hide my face in my arms. “Is it some kind of caveman instinct where you’ve marked me with your scent?”

His nose moves over the upper part of my spine and then he’s nuzzling my hair. “Maybe.”

His lips latch onto the nape of my neck.

Goosebumps prickle on my skin.

My toes curl.

I reach behind and squeeze his hip before I move up to his ass and slide my palm over it. The hairs on his upper thigh tickle my palm. I massage his buttocks, and he grows hard against my ass with a groan.

“Great,” he murmurs into my ear and bites down on the lobe. “You’ve awoken the beast.”

I snort out a laugh and grin at him. “Oh no. Does that mean… the world is in grave danger?”

His body shakes with laughter, but he makes himself scowl, even if his lips keep twitching. “This is serious.”

“I know, I know. Let me think. What can we do?What can we do? Oh! Do you think exhausting it would work?”

His teeth graze over my neck. “What do you have in mind?”

My heart gives a loud thump.

“Want to play hide the monster?”

His lips press against the nape of my neck. “I don’t know. It’s a pretty big monster. Where would it even fit?”

I push my ass up. Then I glance over my shoulder.

“You’re a smart guy. I’m sure you can think of somewhere.”

His lips stop moving, and there’s a beat of silence that extends between us.

“Are you sure?” he asks.

“No,” I say, and I’m only half joking. I want it. Doesn’t stop me from being nervous, though. Also doesn’t stop me trusting him. I pat his hip and push my ass more firmly against his hips. “Hurry up. The fate of the world is in your hands,” I joke to hide the little ball of nerves that has started gathering in my belly.

He laughs, but then he’s kissing my back again, rubbing his body against mine. Bit by bit, I relax into the mattress. For a while, he doesn’t do anything else, just kisses every inch of my skin he can reach until I’m jelly under his touch.

Then he starts moving lower.

I’m being seduced. With lips on my back, hands roaming everywhere, and fingertips digging into my hips.

I close my eyes and imagine him behind me in all his tall, dark, handsome glory. My skin feels hypersensitive from his kisses and the feel of his long, hard body over mine.

I push my forehead into my folded arms and try to predict where his lips will land next. It’s part distraction and part teasing myself.

My whole body jerks in surprise when his hand goes to my ass and he starts to knead one cheek. I draw in a quick, shallow breath.

He leans over me and sucks my earlobe between his lips.

“I’m going to make this good for you,” he murmurs into my ear. “I promise.”

I lick my suddenly dry lips and nod into my arms.