He kissed her – until her knees turned to jelly and heat invaded her belly.
He kissed her – without his tongue, without his hands, without his body.
Just his lips – soft, firm, present – on hers.
It was the most beautiful kiss she could have ever dreamed of, the most untainted she’d ever imagined from him, with a softness she’d not thought him capable of. With his intensity, with his blazing eyes, the silent promises had been of devouring.
This wasn’t devouring.
This was savoring.
He was savoring her lips, memorizing her taste, introducing himself to her so much more intimately than he ever had. Her toes curled even as her heart clenched, pulse throbbing all over her body.
The rain poured all over them, the scent of wet earth rising and mingling with the scent of him, invading her senses, burying itself under her skin, making her breasts heavy and a flame ignite deep in her core.
He kissed her for long, long moments – as chaste as kisses could be, yet she felt it down to her soul.
And then, she felt the cool tip of his gun, stroking over her face, the metal kissing her wet skin from temple to jaw.
She pulled back slightly, just an inch, to find those magnificent blue eyes on her in an inferno, his shadowed face wet, lips a little swollen, stark against his scruff.
Her eyes drifted to the big gun in his large hand, surprise filling her as she saw his knuckles – the skin freshly broken over them, raindrops streaking down over the tumefied flesh. The contradiction – of him in his suit and tie while sporting bruised knuckles getting drenched in the rain – thralled her. Who had he been hitting so hard before coming here?
He put a little pressure on her jaw with his gun, demanding that her eyes return to his silently.
Morana obliged, aware of his finger on the trigger and the gun at her jugular.
And yet, she’d given him the choice.
He traced her swollen mouth with the tip of his gun, once, before settling it back under her jaw.
He looked down at her face for long moments as she kept her head tilted up, his weapon underneath on her neck, their bodies wet and close but not pressed to each other. The cold wind and water sizzled over her heated skin, running down her hot breast, the contrast erecting her nipples almost painfully. Her heart started beating faster than it already was, the need inside her, for so many things, coming to the fore. His eyes caught it, the fire in them singeing her, inflaming before her very own.
Before she could blink, his mouth was upon hers, prying her lips open with his tongue, flicking her tongue in a movement she felt between her legs. Clenching her thighs together to relieve the throbbing, she closed her eyes and went up on her toes, instinctively allowing him more.
And then, he devoured her.
Fulfilling every promise his eyes had ever made to her.
He devoured her in the rain, with his gun beneath her jaw.
He devoured her while tasting like the whiskey and sin she heard in his voice.
He devoured her without touching another inch of her body, stroking her tongue with his, tasting her so thoroughly her legs weakened, her hands catching onto the lapels of his jacket to keep herself upright, not touching his skin like he wasn’t touching hers, yet letting him support her.
Electric.
There was no other word for it.
It sizzled. It sparked. It consumed.
His scruff rasped over her wet skin, lips meshing together as heat infused her, and she knew she would carry the evidence of that burn around her mouth later. She wanted that evidence. She wanted him to look at her reddened flesh tomorrow and feel the heat in his body like she would every time she saw it. She wanted him to look at her swollen lips and remember the invisible line he crossed with her. She wanted him to look at her and remember that first kiss in the rain.
Holding onto his wet jacket, she sucked on his tongue, inviting him deeper, and got her lower lip nipped in response, the gun kissing her skin, sliding down from her jaw, down the slope of her neck, down her cleavage, to stop between her breasts.
It stopped above her heart, making it jump out of her chest even as he kept ravaging her mouth, all his heat, his intensity, pouring over her along with the rain.
A shiver ran down her spine, her fingers fisting the fabric of his jacket, her lips trembling against his, and he pulled back.