“How did you get here?”
“I ran.”
“In the storm?”
“It looked like a drizzle when I left. But then the wind snatched my umbrella. And you said it’s just behind the pond—”
“A driving distance.”
“I know that now.” She fuses her mouth with mineagain, and I surrender to her sweetness and her need. Our need.
I fist her hair and angle her head, taking all I missed for the last however many weeks. Our breathing grows labored.
“Why are you here, Coraline?”
Shut up, idiot. She’s here.
“Maybe I don’t want to take it slow.”
This time, I seize her lips, but her teeth chatter. “Fuck, you shouldn’t have come on foot.”
“I don’t have a car.”
“You should have called me.”
“That didn’t feel very romantic.” She bites her lip, shivering.
“There is nothing romantic about catching pneumonia.”
“Then warm me up quickly, Xander. Get me out of these wet clothes.”
I kiss her, hoist her higher, to hold her better under her ass, and carry her to the kitchen.
Sitting her on the island like the precious cargo she is, I peel off her jacket. “Arms up.”
She obeys, and I take off her soaked sweater.
No bra.
I groan and latch onto her erect nipple. She moans, arching her back.
Pulling down her wet leggings is neither sexy nor graceful. It’s like the water glued them to her skin.
I swear, and she laughs through the entire ordeal, but finally, she is naked in front of me. My cock is painfully hard in my flannel pajama pants, but I pause, admiring her.
She is here; sheis really here.
I grip the neckline of my T-shirt and yank it off. Cora sits up, her nails raking down my pecs.
“I missed you.” She wraps her legs around me, pulling me closer.
“I missed you too.” I reach between us, dipping my fingers between her thighs. I smirk. She’s fucking soaked for me. “Looks like the rain got everywhere.”
I flick her clit, and she gasps, dropping her head back.
I need to rail her on this counter. The need is overwhelming and animalistic.
But somewhere on the edges of my mind, a red light flashes to warn me.
