A finger touched her entrance, and she stilled. Then he pushed inside her, his mouth on her clit, tongue moving in circles.
“Cody…” she cried, her body unbelievably close to snapping as he continued to thrust into her. “Please, I need you.”
Her breathing was becoming ragged and she was right on the edge, threatening to tip over, when he rose. His fingers went to the bottom of his shirt and lifted it over his head.
Even though she’d seen him shirtless before, her breath still caught. He was the definition of strength and power. Like a gladiator.
When his hands went to the button and zipper of his jeans, she watched impatiently, her blood pumping far too fast in her veins. He shoved the remaining clothes down so that he stood completely bare in front of her…and suddenly she had to relearn how to breathe. So big and formidable. And tonight, he was hers.
He opened the bedside table and pulled out a foil square, but before he could slip it on, she sat up, taking it from his fingers. He growled as she wrapped her fingers around his cock. Slowly, she trailed her hands up and down his length, testing out what he liked.
When she slipped the condom over his tip, she rolled it down slowly, continually playing with him. Once it was all the way on, Cody grabbed her wrists, pulling her hands away from him, and then she was on her back again, and he was between her thighs.
His eyes bore into hers, so intense she couldn’t look away. “You’re mine, Harper Rain. You know that, don’t you?”
His…it felt so right. “And you’re mine.”
His eyes darkened further still. “Yours.” Then he thrust inside her.
It tookevery scrap of strength Cody possessed to remain still. To give her some time to adjust to his size. But fuck, it cost him. It felt like his heart was a second away from clawing out of his chest. Like his lungs were so tight from holding his breath, they’d burst.
Gently, he lowered his head and grazed her lips with his own. “So damn beautiful.”
She cupped the back of his head and slipped her tongue between his lips, tangling it with his. He groaned at the taste of her. At her sweetness. Her softness.
When her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper, he barely suppressed the growl.
Fuck, he was fighting a losing battle.
He lifted his hips and lowered. It was fire, so hot and fierce, he could barely think. The desire on her face spurred him to do it again, the sounds emanating from her chest speeding his thrusts.
This woman washis. She’d shown up out of nowhere, in the middle of a storm, and nothing had been the same since. She’d changed him. Changed everything.
He cupped her breast, grazing her nipple with the pad of his thumb, loving every little cry and whimper that came from her lips. When he lifted her thigh and began thrusting into her at a new angle, her fingers dug into the flesh of his shoulders, almost breaking skin. He welcomed the bite of pain.
Lowering his head, he latched onto her neck, sucking and nipping at her skin, his thrusts gaining speed.
He knew the exact moment she was close. Her walls started to tighten around his cock, her breaths stuttering in her chest.
He nipped her flesh before whispering, “Let go, Storm.”
And she did. She screamed, her back rising from the bed as she shattered beneath him. He kept pumping into her, hard and fast, watching the complete release wash over her features until he couldn’t hold himself together anymore. He shouted her name as he broke, his mouth once again finding hers. Taking. Tasting. Consuming.
When he had nothing left, he finally stilled, the only movement in the room the rise and fall of their chests.
It was a few long seconds before he had the strength to lift himself. She gazed back with such open trust and vulnerability that it almost cracked his heart in two.
“You’re amazing, Harper. You know that, right?”
Her bottom lip disappeared between her teeth. “You’re starting to make me believe it.”
Damn straight he was.
He lowered to her side and tugged her against him. Holding her felt like the most natural thing in the world. As if here, with Harper in his arms, was the only place he was supposed to be.
CHAPTER 17
Light flickered in from the crack in the curtains. It was morning, but Cody wasn’t ready to get up. Not when Harper’s soft breaths brushed his chest as she lay across his body and her legs tangled with his.
