“My pleasure.”
I hold tight to her hand as we run for my truck. The rain is harder now, the air pleasantly cool. Thunder rumbles as the lightning flashes almost overhead. The radio comes on as I start the engine.
“...We’ve just had a report that the Snowflake mountain road is impassable, due to an overturned logging vehicle. The sheriff says they’ll start the clean-up once the storm has passed. Folks, avoid going into town if you’re on the mountain.” The announcer’s voice is serious.
“I hope my aunt made it back okay?” Georgia turns to me.
“She left early enough. And there were no reports of an accident.”
“I’m sorry, Declan. Could you take me home?”
“Your cabin isn’t fixed yet. You’re coming with me.” I turn the truck around and head back up the mountain.
“I am?”
“Yes. Even if I have to kidnap you. I have a guest bedroom, you know.”
Her eyes are playful as she glances over. “Maybe we won’t need it.”
My cock jumps in my pants again. I’m driving a little faster than I should, but I can’t wait to get back. I park in front of my house and turn off the engine.
Getting out, the rain slicks my hair down in seconds as I walk around to her side. Opening the door, I’m hit by her scent again. I put out my hands to help her down and she looks at me, then wraps her legs around my waist. I pick her up, kissing her, as her hands thread through my hair.
Groaning, I lean against the truck so her back is pressed against the side. Her dress is wet, the silk sticking to her soft thighs. I palm her breasts through the dress and she gasps. I can’t wait, despite the rain and I put my hands on her hips, propping her up as I kneel down in the mud.
“You’re so beautiful. I want to taste you. Now.”
Pushing her skirt up, I kiss her thighs as she holds onto my head, the rain streaking across her exposed skin. Pulling her panties to one side, I lick up her thighs and then tongue her clit. Wrapping one of her legs so it’s resting on my shoulder, I lick her over and over again. She’s moaning as I taste her, reveling in her salty-sweet juices. I finger her clit as my tongue moves to her pussy, darting in and out as her moans get louder.
Her thighs are shaking and she calls my name as she comes hard, her dress soaked and sticking to her body. Cold air whips around us as the thunder rolls across the mountain and her trembling turns to shivers.
I stand and pick her up, cradling her body against mine. Despite the temperature I’m hot, my cock still rock hard.
“Let’s get you inside, Peaches.”
Chapter Six
GEORGIA
Declan’s big arms are steady beneath me as he kicks the door open. I bury my head in his shoulder, craving his warmth. My dress is soaked and a wave of shivering hits me again. I’m not sure if it’s the spectacular orgasm he’s given me, but I’m wrung out, like there’s nothing in my head and my bones are loose.
He walks past the kitchen and into the bathroom. Flicking a switch, low lighting comes on around the sides of the room. He sits on the edge of the huge, sunken bath, one hand still cradling me, and turns on the taps. Steam starts to rise, warming my cold skin. My body melts into his as he holds me closer, craving the warmth of his big body.
“You need to heat up, Peaches.”
I nod, still incapable of speech. I can’t quite believe what just happened. In the moment, out there in the storm, everything was so right. But inside the house, I’m questioning myself again. Does he really want this? Can I be vulnerable in front of him? Before I have time to make a decision, he clears his throat.
“You’re still shivering. I’m going to take those wet clothes off your beautiful body and get you under the warm water.”
I nod again. I try not to tremble as he sets me down on the ledge that runs around the side of the tub and unzips me.Carefully, he strips off my soaking wet dress. I hug my arms around my body to shield my scars from view.
“I’m going to hang this up on the heated rail. It’s too pretty to leave crumpled in a corner.” He leaves the room and I perch on the corner of the bath. Water splashes in the bath behind me, matching the drumming of the rain falling on the roof. The room is warm, scented with the foam bubbling through the running water. It’s like a dream.
Declan walks back in, so tall, broad and gorgeous that I suck my breath in. His clothes are soaked from the rain, droplets glistening in his beard.
“Every inch of you is gorgeous.” Declan leans down and carefully moves one of my arms away from my stomach. His lips are warm as he traces the long, silvery scars, his breath warm on my exposed skin. He groans, his eyes hot with desire, as my breasts fall free. His big hands cup my breasts, running his tongue across each peaked nipple.
I moan louder as he licks and sucks me, steam rising around us in clouds. Arching my back to lean into his mouth, my core heats up and tingles run down my spine. His hands run slowly up my thighs and brush against my panties. He lowers his head to kiss the scar on my hip and then pulls my underwear down. I bite my lip as I look up at him.
