“Are you okay?” I ask through the pouring rain. Fuck me, her wet shirt clings to her full, round breasts, and the only thought in my mind is stripping it from her and licking every drop of rain from her smooth and supple skin.
She nods and takes a few steps toward me until we’re only a few inches apart. “I might have to rethink my stance on storms if it means I get to see you in a soaking wet shirt,” she hums.
I bite back a groan when she glides her hands up my torso. “Fuck, princess,” I grit out. “You like what you see?”
She nods enthusiastically as her eyes roam up and down my body. I do the same, my gaze catching on her hard nipples poking through her shirt. I have her up in my arms the next second, our lips fusing while I carry her inside. Once I have her in every way possible, I don’t think I’ll be able to let her go.
6
GABBY
Sullivan kicks the door closed behind us and sets me down on my feet, only to cup my face in his hands and kiss the air from my lungs. The cold water dripping down my curves only heightens my pleasure.
I tug at his shirt, then give in to my newfound wicked desires. My tongue glides over his abs, and I lick a stripe from his stomach up to his sculpted chest. The fire in Sullivan’s brown eyes lets me know he likes it.
He cups the back of my neck and tilts my head until we’re eye to eye. He rests his forehead on mine, both of us breathing heavily and shaking from the intensity of the moment.
“I don’t want to take advantage of you,” he says, his voice equal parts restrained and yet filled with need.
“I don’t mind,” I sass.
Sullivan groans while I smirk at him. He looks like he’s about to protest again, but I cut him off by lifting on my tiptoes and pressing my mouth to his. My usually gentle mountain man growls and tangles his fingers in my hair, tilting my head to the side. He deepens the kiss, sliding his tongue against mine in desperate strokes.
His other hand squeezes my hip and then grips my ass, pulling me closer so he can grind against me. I whimper into his mouth, causing him to groan and tighten his hold.
Sullivan tears his lips away from mine, his breath coming out in harsh pants. “Fuck,” he whispers, resting his forehead on mine.
“Yes, please,” I purr as I rub my body against his.
Sullivan’s muscles tense and flex against me as my nipples scrape across his chest. Even through the fabric of our clothes, I’m sure he can feel my hardened peaks.
“You’re not making this easy,” Sullivan groans, tipping his head back as his hands roam over my body, caressing me and sending shivers up and down my spine.
“Really? I thought that’s exactly what I was doing.” I’ve never felt this confident or sexy in my entire life. This man brings it out of me with every word and darkened look. I love that he’s as desperate for me as I am for him.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” he rasps.
“Tell me,” I whisper, kissing the side of his neck. I have no clue what I’m doing, but it seems to be working.
The big sexy beast looks down at me, heat and hunger pouring from his gaze. It's a palpable thing, his desire. It drips down my skin, coating me in anticipation and setting my nerves on fire. I feel his labored breathing against the shell of my ear, making me whimper and fist his shirt, drawing me closer to him.
“You want me to tell you all the filthy fucking thoughts I have about you?” he growls softly, slipping his hands beneath the hem of my shirt.
I nod, gasping at his teasing touch.
Sullivan trails his fingers up my bare back and around to my front, cupping my breasts as he whispers dirty things into my ear. “God, Gabby, I want my lips on every inch of you. I want you to come on my fingers, my tongue, my big fucking cock. I want tosink inside your tight little pussy over and over until my name is the only word you know. And these tits…” He leans back slightly, lifting my shirt over my head and revealing my breasts. “Jesus, I’m gonna fuck them, too.”
“Yes,” I breathe, arching my back so he can have better access. Sullivan wastes no time sucking one aching nipple and then the other. “I want it, I want you, Sullivan.”
“Say it again,” he grunts, licking a path up my throat and scraping his teeth against my pulse point.
“I want you, Sullivan.”
“How do you want me, princess?”
“However you’ll have me.”
Sullivan slips one hand beneath the waistband of my leggings, cupping my ass and squeezing it in a punishing hold. “I’ll have you right here on the kitchen table,” he growls.
