“Yes, I am. Maybe there’s nothing wrong with having a little bit of crazy in your life.”
Of all the men I’d known and had been with, I would never have expected him to do anything so free spirited. It was so out of character I couldn’t think of a decent comeback.
As he’d done before, he twirled me in the rain, his moves smoother than I would have given him credit for. Within seconds, we were both soaked. There was no music, but there didn’t need to be. I would dance with him anywhere under any circumstances.
He covered every inch of the deck and by the point he did, I couldn’t stop laughing. I tilted my head toward the sky, openingmy mouth and allowing the rain to tickle my nose and slide down my throat.
All the while, I could feel the explosive heat of his gaze. Watching me.
Protecting me.
I felt so good in his arms that I never wanted our dance of sin to end. As with everything else about the man, I sensed he had more on his mind. He moved us closer to the railing. In the hours I’d been in his house, I’d paid little attention to the incredible setting or that he had a beautiful view of South Beach.
He pressed me against the railing, crowding behind me. With the weight of his body against mine, I slipped my arms out against the wire railing. The coolness on my hands brought a slight chill. But the feel of his throbbing cock pressed between my legs kept my heart pumping, creating a wave of the most intense heat.
“Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass. It’s about learning how to dance in the rain,” he whispered in my ear, the subtle vibrations keeping me tingling all over.
“Did you make that up?”
“I cannot tell a lie. A quote from Vivian Greene, but perfect for the moment. I thought it was something you should hear.”
When he placed his hands on mine, interlocking our fingers, I shifted my hips back and forth. I did so adore teasing him.
“If it’s alright with you, I’d like you to be my shelter in the storm.”
His breath caught and seconds later, he used his knee to press my legs apart. I rolled onto my toes, arching my body. The friction created was amazing, the desire I felt for him something I would never have thought possible. “I will be anything you need me to be.”
Perhaps the words were the closest thing to romantic that he could become. But that was just fine by me. I should feel embarrassment for standing on an open deck completely naked, but with him, nothing seemed out of place.
When he brushed the back of his hand down my side, I closed my eyes. Every sensation was amplified, every flutter of butterflies in my stomach creating more excitement. After the fire, I’d never thought I could feel free or as alive as I’d felt before.
But as usual, I was wrong.
His fingers danced along my skin, goosebumps immediately following. With the wind and the rain, the moment was cathartic, but for an entirely different reason.
Gone were the horrible images I’d allowed to plague my mind since our return. They’d been replaced with this moment, something I hoped to remember for years to come. How strange was that? That I could indulge my mind with possibilities of the future.
He crawled his fingers to my stomach, encircling my belly button. When he rubbed the flat of his hand up to my breast, a single husky moan escaped. He pinched my nipple, taking his time to twist it until I shuddered from the slice of pain.
He knew exactly how much pressure to use, backing off when the discomfort became too intense. I pushed back against him, my body swaying back and forth as my hold on the railing tightened.
The feeling as he pushed the tip of his cock into my pussy was even more incredible than before. Maybe it was the rain. Maybe it was the moment. Or the danger we’d experienced. Whatever the reason, I held my breath as he pushed his cock in inch by inch.
“Oh. Yes.” With my face tilted toward the sky, I pushed back against him, forcing the remainder to fill me. My muscles stretched, the sweet moment of being as one something I hoped I would never take for granted.
“So tight,” he muttered. The way he nipped my earlobe brought a slight laugh. We were drenched, soaked to the bone, but I didn’t care.
This was as close to being perfect as possible.
With his cock throbbing inside, neither one of us moved for at two minutes. He wrapped his arms around me and I folded mine over his. Still on my toes. Still tingling all over.
We rocked together, feeling the passion in every stroke. I was lightheaded, happy, and a tiny part of me believed that was wrong, that somehow, I didn’t deserve to feel a moment of happiness when it seemed the world was collapsing all around me, but accepting the sheer pleasure was the only thing I could do.
The only thing I wanted to do.
The rain continued to pelt our heated bodies, coming down harder. It didn’t matter. Nothing did but having his arms aroundme, his cock buried inside my pussy. With every stroke I was pushed closer to nirvana. I couldn’t believe we were so close.
He held me so tightly I couldn’t breathe, but I didn’t want to move, dared not shift even a little for fear of breaking the electric connection.
