his head and accepted the invitation she offered.
When they were a hair’s breadth apart, with barely a whisper of air between them, he halted and stared deep into her eyes.
Her belly liquefied into molten heat and wetness dampened her panties, her body ready for him. Would they take it as far as that? Would they have sex here in the wild remoteness of the mountain, under the crashing of nature’s fury?
Oh god, I hope so!
She inhaled, breathing in his wonderful essence that had been driving her wild. His scent now so hauntingly familiar, it would forever be ingrained in her senses. It lured her and mingled with the scent of the mountain and rain—wild, raw and intoxicating. Arousing. If he didn’t make a move soon, she would explode.
Seconds later, their lips met with a violence of lovers denied. Her muscles trembled. She was shaken to the core by the intensity of their kiss. As much as she had longed for his touch, she hadn’t expected the impact he would have on her. He tipped his head and deepened the kiss, forcing her mouth open to receive his tongue, and she didn’t deny him. Lexie wanted him. Deep, dominant and strong, buried within her.
He held her tight, and every delicious, hard inch, every contour of his body, drew her in as if he’d unzipped himself and slipped her inside. She couldn’t pull away. Didn’t want to.
He etched a fiery trail down her spine with his hand until he cradled her ass. He bent her back like the sway of a willow. She arched, swooning when he deepened their kiss. Bold and sure, their tongues tangled, and he worked his lips over hers in the most erotic kiss she had ever experienced.
Jay could kiss. Oh, God could he kiss.
Every schoolgirl fantasy about being swept away by a big, strong mysterious man was being fulfilled right here and now. It had taken nearly fifteen years of dating to be thoroughly and expertly kissed. The kiss drained every bit of strength from her until she needed him and him alone for sustenance. Life.
The storm raged around them, matching their wild passion. Lexie’s fingers grappled with his shirt, pulling it from his waistband until she could slip her hands underneath and truly feel his heat. His flesh, firm and muscular, thrilled her, and she explored him, letting her hands glide over him frantically one moment and softly the next. She couldn’t get enough of his rippling muscles.
He groaned into her mouth and his muscles quaked. She thrilled, knowing her touch caused this mountain of a man to tremble. She was putty in his hands too, so when he gripped her ass tight, squeezing and pulling her close so his hard cock pressed into her belly, Lexie sagged. If it weren’t for his hold she would have slid into a heap at his feet.
Rain serenaded them, one minute light and mild and the next a symphony of chaos, a glorious song of nature echoing their own riotous play.
Jay’s hand fell to her thigh. He explored her, climbing higher under her golf skirt until he had it pushed around her waist. His palm cupped a cheek then slid down the back of her thigh to cradle behind her knee. He raised her leg, and she hooked her heel around his hip, trembling when the hard length of his cock through the light fabric of his slacks pressed her heated pussy. The thin sport shorts she wore molded to her swollen flesh, and she felt him as if they were naked. Lexie’s head fell back. He blazed a trail along her chin, searing her with his lips and tongue before sucking an earlobe into the warmth of his mouth.
How much longer could she take this assault? Lexie had no idea, but she wasn’t about to call a halt. She writhed in his arms, clutching and imprinting him into her brain so she could remember every detail—the feel of him next to her and his scent. She was a boneless mass of pure sensation.
“Oh, my God–” A great crash of thunder shook the ground beneath them and she jumped, gripping his shoulders.
“It’s right on top of us now.” He murmured into her ear