That was her private spot where the General had put her sun rock. Unless someone came looking for her, no one would be back there, and considering she used the spot to sunbathe, no one would look there for her in the rain.
Grady didn’t put her down. With his hand still supporting her ass, he strode quickly for the building she’d indicated. With every step he took, her core rubbed against the hard planes of his belly. Her eyes nearly rolled back into her head it felt so incredible. With a moan of pleasure, she latched her mouth onto his throat, tasting the rain-slick skin with her tongue.
Grady let out a guttural groan, the sound ratcheting up her own need.
“Here?” he grunted.
Reluctantly, Lark raised her head, her breathing ragged. Through passion-glazed eyes, she spotted her sun rock. The usually smooth, pale gray surface was dark and slick with rain.
“Here,” she gasped out before she gripped Grady’s face between her palms and kissed him for all she was worth. She was so hungry for him. Starving. Needy. Greedy, and he tasted so good.
Thunder continued to rumble, the sound coming closer, and lightning arced through the sky lighting things up behind her closed eyelids. Her scales tingled and she had no idea if it was the electricity in the air or the thrill of Grady’s hand stroking and squeezing, bringing her to a fever pitch of need.
In a near-frenzy, her fingers tore at his clothes as she unlocked her legs from around his waist. She wanted nothing between them. Breaking the kiss, she gasped, “Take these off.”
Lark tried to help, hoping to speed up the process, but her fingers felt clumsy and uncoordinated. Grady must have been having the same difficulty because instead of yanking his shirt over his head, he fisted the material above his pecs in each hand and with a hard yank, tore it down the center.
Damn, that was hot, but what he revealed was downright smoking. She was gawking, she knew she was gawking, but she couldn’t seem to stop. Lark had known he was strong, but the muscled plains on display were mouth-watering. He was beautifully sculpted. A work of art even with all those scars that were a roadmap of pain etched on his flesh.
“You’re beautiful,” she breathed.
Stepping into him, her fingers traced over some of the worst scars, feeling the raised ridges, the grooves, the puckered skin – and all of him that she could see was flesh. There was no visible titanium alloy though she knew there was plenty underneath.
Her fingers slid lower, skating over his abdominals and Grady sucked in a sharp breath. Raising her eyes to his, she shot him a sultry smile as her fingertips found the waistband of his pants. This time, her fingers chose to work and she nimbly popped the button free.
Thunder boomed, quickly followed by lightning, and Grady gripped her upper arm, stilling her movements. His eyes were heavy-lidded, hot with need, and his lips were parted as he breathed heavily with arousal while rainwater dripped down his face. He was the most beautiful, enticing man she’d ever met. And he was hers.
Lark stepped back, and though Grady seemed hesitant to release her, he did. Grabbing the hem of her shirt, she whipped it over her head and tossed it aside as she moved to her sun rock. Seating herself upon it, she made to take off her boots but Grady was suddenly kneeling before her, brushing her hands aside.
He stripped her boots and socks from her feet, then taking a foot into his hand he stroked his thumb over the arch, massaging it gently. Lark almost purred it felt so good. He did the same to the other foot and then he was rising, pulling her to her feet. His eyes locked with hers and this time, it was she who was entranced, unable to look away from that heated gaze as he undid the button on her pants. The zipper slid down and his palm was stroking over her hip as her pants dropped around her ankles.
Kicking them away, she leaned into him, wrapping her arms around him and reveling in the feel of her wet skin sliding against his. Their lips met as thunder and lightning crashed together overhead in a deafening boom. The rain was pounding them, coming down in sheets but they barely noticed as they gripped each other tightly, their mouths devouring in their hunger. Their need matched the fury of the storm.
Grady’s hand cupped her breast, his fingers gently squeezing. Her nipples had already been stiff little peaks because of the rain, but the slightly rough friction of his callused palm sent a jolt of need straight to her core. Her hips bucked against him as she moaned and he broke the kiss. Dipping his head, he took the other nipple into his mouth, rolling it with his tongue. Her core pulsed and throbbed. She threw her head back with a gasp, as his mouth made its way over to her other breast and sucked hard.
Her fingers kneaded at his scalp and his mouth moved up the center of her chest to her neck where he gave her a suckling kiss that had her toes curling in the wet grass.
His knee bent, his thigh insinuating itself between hers and she ground herself against him, riding that hard, muscular length as the friction brought her to the razor’s edge of release.
Grady’s head lifted, his mouth finding her ear and he nipped it gently with his teeth. His voice was a low rumble as he purred, “You are a goddess.”
With a jagged cry that was drowned out by a clap of thunder, an orgasm rocked through her. Her fingers gripped Grady’s shoulders hard, digging in as she bucked and writhed against him, her body throbbing with each exquisite pulse of pleasure until she felt like she’d been wrung dry.
Grady was kissing her neck. Soft, sweet pecks of his lips against her skin and the gentlest flicks of his tongue. His hands skated down, gripping her hips, and then he dropped to his knees before her. Through heavy-lidded eyes, she watched him inhale her scent, the look on his face rapturous before he leaned in and put his mouth against her still pulsing core.
It was a good thing he had hold of her because Lark’s knees buckled, unable to hold her weight, and a moment later, he laid her out on the rain-drenched grass as he continued to stroke his tongue through her slick folds. She was moaning, gasping, and writhing as her fingers clawed at the ground. She wanted to raise her hips, but Grady kept them pinned, holding her in place so he could feast.
With his mouth on her and the storm raging around them, it was the most sensual, erotic experience of her life. Every inch of her was sensitized by the cool, pounding rain, Grady’s hot skin and even hotter mouth against her, and the slick, cool grass beneath her. Her back arched as another orgasm rocked through her so powerfully it left her gasping for breath.
She was still coming as she reached for him, grabbing onto his head, his shoulders, anywhere she could reach to pull him up over her. She wanted his weight, wanted to feel him inside of her and she wanted it now.
His breathing was hard and ragged as he obeyed, his weight settling over her but not crushing as he gathered her into his arms.
Her feet slid up over bare wet calves. She didn’t know when he’d shed his pants, but she was grateful he had. She wanted nothing separating them. “I want you inside me,” she told him breathlessly and gasped when she felt the blunt head of his erection slide over the bundle of nerves at the top of her sex. Her hips raised, trying to nudge him where she wanted him most and then he was there, filling her, stretching her, making her cry out with pleasure as he slid home with a deep, hard thrust.
Their mouths met, open and hungry as they moved together, their loving as wild and passionate as the tumult of the storm that raged around them.
Chapter Twenty-Two
