How did he do that so fast every dang time?
“These lines are unsightly?” He licked above my breasts. “And these?” The tip of his tongue traced the line between them. “Answer me, dammit!”
I would if he wasn’t turning me on again. Instead, my back bowed, and I moaned.
“Fuck, you drive me crazy.” His mouth covered my nipple, and he suckled vigorously. The intensity of it was like lightning shooting straight into my pussy. I whimpered, burying my fingers into my thick tendrils on the top of my head.
He released me with a pop.
“No. Don’t stop,” I all but whined, grabbing the sides of his face to see his intense eyes. They were dark and stormy, staring back at me. “Fuck. Me.”
“You gonna do that shit again? Suntan without your top on properly?” His jaw twitched like at any moment he would explode. I wasn’t sure why he was getting so worked up about this.
Weirdly, I liked his possessiveness. It made me feel protected, cared about. But I knew whatever we were doing today wasn’t going to last. He said it himself earlier, he didn’t do relationships. So Storm didn’t have any right to tell me what to do.
“Newsflash, you don’t own me.”
He growled, nostrils flaring. “That fucker could’ve raped you on the spot. Hunters have no respect for women. No moral compass.” His voice lowered, his eyes softening. “Do you understand what I’m saying? You could’ve been raped.”
I swallowed a lump of emotion lodged in my throat as my eyes teared up. He clearly cared about me and my safety. “I understand what you’re saying, and I’ll be careful from now on.”
He lowered his head, shaking it, but I lifted it back up, forcing him to look at me.
“I don’t tan all the time. I could probably count on one hand the number of times I’ve done it. Tara and I were bored yesterday. It was a sunny day…” I shrugged a shoulder while stroking the pads of my thumbs across the apples of his cheeks. God, he was the sexiest, most beautiful man I’d ever seen, despite the thunder flickering in his gray depths. I was sure most people feared him, but I didn’t.
He relaxed against me, eyes calming and focused on mine. “Don’t do it again.”
Shit. That sounded more like a command than a request.
“Storm… I—”
“I just need an answer, Angel, before I fuck you.” He got between my legs, the head of his thick cock at my entrance. I wanted him more than anything. But it felt like he was controlling me with his dick because he knew I wanted it.
“You can’t tell me what to do. I’m not trying to be difficult. I’ll be careful from now on. I probably won’t be tanning again, anyway. I hadn’t done it in years before yesterday.”
“Madeline, don’t do it again without me.”
“What?”
“If you want to tan with your top off, I’ll let you, but I need to be with you.”
“You’ll let me?” Now he sounded like my father.
“Don’t get riled up or read into my words. I just want to protect you. Okay?”
Well shit. How could I argue with him for wanting to keep me safe?
“Fine. We’ll do it your way. Now fuck me already.”
His lip curled as he slid right in. I inhaled suddenly, my mouth popping into an O like I always did when he first entered me. He didn’t move as I adjusted to him, then he started even, deep thrusts.
Storm was different this time. His eyes were locked on mine with one of his hands holding my thigh up so he could penetrate me deeper. His other arm was bent next to my face, thumb rubbing my temple.
“You’re so beautiful.” He kissed me slowly as he pumped in and out, taking his time, in no rush to take me over the edge.
What was he doing?
This didn’t feel like fucking. It felt like more. Like he was making… No, I wouldn’t allow myself to go there. Storm and I,this, it was just sex. Fantastic sex. But there was no way it was more than two people having a little fun.