Page 63 of Craig

He was still intimately joined to her and there was no better position for him. He could stay this way forever.

Or so he thought until he felt the first drop of rain on his skin.

Stirring, he lifted his head and stared at a sky gone gray, the clouds ominous and hanging low.

"It's raining," she murmured.

"We need to…" A crack of thunder cut him off, and he shifted her off him.

He rose hurriedly and found her clothes and his. "Hurry."

She laughed, dragging on her pants as the rain came down.

"This is great. We should stay out here."

He merely gave her a look that spoke volumes as he slipped into his tennis shoes.

"I'm not going to stay and risk being struck by lightning. The thunderstorms in this area are known to be frightening. Come on city girl, haul ass."

Picking her up, he slung her over his shoulder as one would a sack of potatoes and jumped lithely off the deck.

By the time he reached the cabin, they were drenched by the sudden downpour and she was still laughing.

"You're a lunatic."

"I had fun." As soon as he put her down, she shook the water from her hair and showered him some more.

"Hey!"

"I need a long hot bath and some tea."

"You go and make that happen and I'll do the tea."

"Sounds like a plan." Regina floated up the stairs, her fingers trailing along the banister.

She had sex outside and to cap it off, she had been caught in the rain. Two things she had never done before.

And it felt wonderful. Her body felt used in a very good way.

Stripping off her wet clothes, she walked naked into the bathroom and with the rain drumming on the roof, turned the water on. Soon, steam was rising and the scent of jasmine and vanilla filled the air.

When he came back with the tray, she was already submerged in bubbles.

"Want to join me?"

"You don't have to ask." Putting the tray down on the little table next to the tub, he stripped and stepped in.

She made room for him by easing forward so he could slide in behind her.

Leaning back, she closed her eyes and enjoyed the incredible sensation of his magnificent body against hers. He made her feel wonderful, special, as if she were the only woman in the world.

"Sponge."

She handed it to him and stretched as he ran it down her back. Wiping the suds off her neck, he pleasured himself and her by taking little bites of her flesh and soothing it with his tongue.

"The tea is getting cold."

"Hmm." His hands came around to tease her nipples, sending sparks flying.