Riding the Storm (20 page)

“Hell,
I
hope
so.”
He
pulled
her
back
to
him
and
his
mouth
came
down
on
hers
with
a
ferociousness
that
he
didn’t

know
he
possessed.
Fed
by
the
raging
storm
that
had

erupted
within
him,
his
mouth
plundered
hers,
sweeping
her
breath
away
and
tasting
the
sweet,
deep
and
delicious

taste
that
was
distinctively
hers.
He
felt
the
tremor
that

passed
through
her
and
it
increased
his
need
to
make
love
to
her
to
the
point
where
his
veins
throbbed.

Storm
lifted
his
head
just
long
enough
to
reach
out
and
whip
the
short
dress
over
Jayla’s
head,
leaving
her
standing

before
him
clad
in
a
silky
black
camisole.
He
suddenly

became
dizzy
with
the
sight
of
her
standing
before
him,
lush
and
sexy.
Her
scent
was
seductive
and
the
pale
lighting
in
the
room
traced
a
faint
glow
across
her
dark
skin.
His

temperature
went
up
another
notch
and
he
knew
at
that

moment
what
he
was
about
to
share
with
Jayla
went
way

beyond
his
regular
routine
of
“wham-bam,
thank
you,

ma’am.”
And
for
a
mere
second,
that
thought
bothered
him.
But
like
everything
else
that
was
out
of
the
norm
for
him

tonight,
he
placed
it
on
the
back
burner.
He’d
deal
with
his
confusing
thoughts
tomorrow.

He
reached
out
and
pulled
her
back
to
him,
capturing
her

mouth
at
the
same
time
he
picked
her
up
in
his
arms
and

walked
toward
the
bed.
He
placed
her
in
the
center
of
it
and
tumbled
down
beside
her,
his
hands
immediately
going
to
her
camisole
to
remove
it
from
her
body.

He
sucked
in
air
through
clenched
teeth
when
he
pulled

back
and
looked
down
at
her,
completely
naked.
At
that

moment
he
felt
an
unbearable
desire
to
feel
his
mouth
on
her
skin.
Leaning
toward
her,
his
tongue
traced
a
path

down
her
neck
to
her
breasts,
where
it
stopped
and
drew
a
hard,
budding
nipple
into
his
mouth
and
feasted,
licking,

sucking.

He
felt
her
tremble
again
and
heard
the
purring
sound
that
came
from
deep
within
her
throat.
She
wanted
more
and
was
letting
him
know
it.
He
took
his
hand
and
ran
it
across
the
flat
of
her
stomach,
moving
lower
until
he
found
the

moist
heat
of
her.
He
touched
her
there,
glorying
in
her

dampness.
Deftly,
expertly,
his
fingers
went
to
work.

Jayla
felt
her
breath
rushing
in
and
out
of
her
lungs.

Although
there
was
light
in
the
room
and
her
eyes
were

open,
she
felt
her
world
was
on
the
edge
of
blackness.
She
felt
light-headed,
dizzy,
dazed,
and
she
was
feeling
things
that
she’d
never
felt
before.
Storm’s
fingers
were
driving

her
out
of
her
mind,
and
what
his
mouth
was
doing
to
her

breasts
was
pure
torture.
Her
body
felt
hot,
on
fire,
in
need
of
something
it
had
never
had
before,
but
something
it

desperately
needed.

She
groaned
deep
in
her
throat.
It
was
either
that
or
scream
out
loud.
So
she
clamped
her
mouth
shut,
but
couldn’t
stop
from
releasing
a
sound
that
was
alien
to
her
ears.
At
the

moment,
nothing
mattered
but
the
feel
of
Storm’s
mouth

and
hands
on
her.

“I
can’t
wait
any
longer,”
she
heard
him
say,
as
he
eased

away
from
her.
She
watched
as
he
stood
next
to
the
bed

and
quickly
removed
his
shirt,
almost
tearing
off
the
buttons
in
the
process.
Then
he
wasted
no
time
in
removing
his

pants
and
briefs.
She
continued
to
watch
him
when,
with
the
expertise
of
a
man
who
had
done
it
many
times
before,
he
ripped
the
condom
from
the
packet
he
had
taken
from
his
pant
pockets
and
slid
it
over
his
erection.

She
blinked
at
the
size
of
him
and
before
she
could
form
the
words
to
let
him
know
of
her
virginal
state,
he
had

returned
to
the
bed,
pulled
her
into
his
arms
and
captured
her
mouth
with
his,
once
again
giving
in
to
the
thirst
of
her
desire;
a
desire
that
only
he
could
quench.
Want
and
need
spiraled
through
her,
making
blood
pump
fast
and
furious
through
her
veins.
It
seemed
his
mouth
and
hands
were

everywhere.
Her
insides
were
churning,
her
stomach
was
spinning
and
her
brain
had
turn
to
mush.
She
didn’t
know
what
was
driving
him,
but
whatever
the
source,
it
was

driving
her,
too.
She
felt
the
tip
of
his
erection
pressing

against
the
entrance
to
her
feminine
mound
in
such
a
way
that
beckoned
her
to
part
her
legs
for
him.

Then
he
kissed
her
again,
long,
hard,
as
his
tongue
plowed
hers
in
breath-stealing
strokes.
She
savored
all
the
things
he
was
doing
to
her,
all
the
ways
he
was
making
her
feel

and
wondered
if
the
feelings
would
ever
end,
hoping
and