I storm down the steps, ignoring her calling my name. The rain hits me in the face, but I ignore it as I stalk toward the barn and the safety it’ll offer me.
“Alexander,” she cries, sounding as though she’s coming after me.
Water splashes up over my jeans as I stomp in puddles. I know I’m being an ass, but in my jumbled mind, there is no explanation for her putting herself in danger. There is no reason at all she should have driven in the rain like this.
I’m halfway across the yard, about ten feet away from her truck, when her wretched sobs finally get to me, and I can’t take it anymore.
“Please, Alexander,” she sobs brokenly.
I stop in my tracks, put my hands on my hips, and drop my head. My eyes focus on my muddy boots, but I don’t really see them. All I can see is a crushed Gwen in my mind’s eye, and I just can’t do it. I pull in a deep breath, turn, and nearly fall to my knees at what I see.
Gwen’s standing by her car, only feet away from me. She stares at me with red eyes, looking heartbroken, silently begging me to do something. I’m not sure what, but the silent plea is more than I can handle.
“What do you want from me?” I roar across the few feet separating us.
Her flinch isn’t missed and the tiny movement slices my insides. She stares at me for several seconds without answering. She’s completely drenched and her hair is flat against the sides of her face. The light green button-up shirt she’s wearing under her open coat molds to her chest and the white outline of her bra is clearly visible. My treacherous body responds, even though this really isn’
t the time.
Her next words have my heart stopping in my chest and taking every bit of air from my lungs.
“You,” she whispers, just loud enough for me to hear over the rain. “I only want you.”
One minute I’m standing five feet from her, and the next I have her back against the passenger side door. My chest is plastered against her heaving one and her sweet breaths fan across my face. I hover my lips over hers, still fighting with myself, but know it’s a losing battle.
“I don’t know what the fuck to do with you,” I groan.
“Anything. You can do anything,” she breathes.
I do lose it after that. I lose it because there’s no way I can stay away from her. It’s a feat that I was never meant to win.
I slam my lips down on hers with an agonized moan. She opens immediately and my tongue sweeps inside to meet her eager one. This kiss is different than the ones we’ve shared before. It’s not sweet and soft and innocent. It’s carnal, pure and simple. I don’t ask for permission, I just take, and she gives willingly.
My hands grip her hips tightly, and I hoist her up the car. Her legs wrap around my waist and her warm center meets my painfully hard cock. My scalp burns in the most erotic way when she fists my hair and tugs me closer.
We’re both soaking wet from the rain, and there’s a chill in the air, but neither notices. We’re both too focused on the other to care.
I grind myself against her, then swallow her answering moan. My hands go to her ass, gripping it tight. I release her lips, only to trail kisses down her neck. Rain and Gwen meet my lips and it’s a heady combination that has my dick growing even harder.
This woman has driven me past the point of crazy. I’m precariously close to delirious.
Her moans become whimpers when I lick across her collarbone, then slide down to the partially open collar of her shirt, barely giving off a hint of cleavage. I dip my tongue in the hidden valley between her breasts, and I hear her head thump against the car. Needing more of her, I take one hand from her ass, push her coat aside, and yank open her shirt, not giving a fuck that several buttons fly off.
The cups of her bra come down next, and the sight of her bare breasts, soaking wet from the rain pouring down on us, is something I’ll never forget if I live a thousand lifetimes.
I dip my head and take the pretty pink nipple in my mouth. I suck greedily at it and receive a cry of pleasure in reward. I flick the sensitive nub with my tongue, then tug it gently between my teeth. I release her, then give the same treatment to her other nipple.
I lift my head and look up. Sensing my eyes on her, she lifts her head from the truck and peers down at me. She looks so fucking beautiful with rain sliding down her flushed face, her hair stuck to her cheeks, and her eyes glistening with desire. I could look at her all day and never get enough.
Her hands leave my hair and she cups my face. I’m floored, and if I’m honest, scared, when I see the love shining in her eyes as she stares down at me. I feel it too, even if I shouldn’t, even if it’s not right. With everything I am, with every breath I take, and every beat of my heart. That’s how much I love this woman. I don’t know when or how it happened, but it’s undeniable, indescribable, and unbreakable.
“Take me inside,” she whispers.
My decision is made before the words fully leave her mouth. There’s no way I can deny her, or me, for that matter. I want her too much, and from the look in her eyes, she wants me just as badly. But not against a fucking car with rain pelting down around us and her lips turning blue from the cold. I’ll take her like she deserves. In a warm bed with soft sheets and a gentle touch.
“Hold on tight to me, baby, and don’t let go.” The words mean so much more than her legs gripping my waist. I never want her to let me go, because I’ll never be able to let her go. I’m still scared shitless that I’ll let her down somehow, that I’ll not be there when she needs me the most, but my heart demands I take the chance.
Her legs tighten around me, and with my hands on her ass, I turn and walk us toward the house, up the steps, and through the door. I don’t stop until my knees hit the bed, and I gently set her down. Her gorgeous blue eyes stare up at me as I reach back and pull off my soaked shirt. Her gaze travels down and it’s not revulsion I see when she looks at my scarred chest, but blatant desire. It still amazes me that she’s never seen my scars as hideous.