Riding the Storm (25 page)

placed
her
in
the
middle
and
then
stood
back
to
remove
his
pants.

Jayla
watched
him
while
thinking
that
nothing,
other
than
a
fire
alarm
going
off,
could
distract
her
at
that
moment.
She
wanted
to
see
every
inch
of
him
again,
especially
that
part
that
had
given
her
so
much
pleasure.
He
kept
his
gaze
on
her
as
he
slowly
eased
down
his
pants.
Then
she
watched
as
he
pulled
a
condom
packet
out
of
his
pants
and
went
through
the
process
of
sheathing
himself.

When
he
had
finished,
he
glanced
over
at
her
and
smiled.
“Although
I
don’t
plan
for
us
to
do
anything
but
sleep,
there’s
nothing
wrong
with
playing
it
safe.”

She
sighed
and
it
took
a
lot
of
effort
to
concentrate
on
his
words
and
not
on
him.
“Umm,
yes,
that’s
smart
thinking.”

He
quickly
got
into
the
bed,
pulled
her
into
his
arms
and
felt
her
shiver.
“You’re
cold?”
he
asked
in
a
low,
husky
voice.

She
shook
her
head.
“No,
quite
the
contrary.
I’m
hot.”

He
smiled.
“I
know
a
way
to
cool
you
off,”
he
said,
shifting
his
position
to
reach
down
between
her
legs
to
slide
his
fingers
back
and
forth
through
her
feminine
curls.

She
closed
her
eyes
and
moaned
as
he
slowly
but

thoroughly
began
stroking
a
fire
within
her.
“I—I
don’t
think
that’s
helping,
Storm,”
she
murmured,
barely
able
to
get
the

words
out.

“Sure
it
is,”
he
whispered
close
to
her
ear.
“Just
relax,
feel
and
enjoy.”

And
she
did.

His
fingers
literally
drove
her
crazy.
The
sensation
of
his

fingertips
as
they
intimately
skimmed
her
feminine
folds
at
a
sensuously
maddening
and
erratic
pace
had
her
purring
and
moaning.

She
made
the
mistake
of
opening
her
eyes
and
meeting

his
gaze.
Something
she
saw
in
the
depths
of
his
eyes
took
her
breath
away.
Her
senses
suddenly
became
filled
with
an
emotion
that
caused
a
tightening
in
her
chest
at
the

same
time
that
her
body
lost
control,
exploded.
The

sensations
that
shot
through
her
made
her
cry
out,
call
his
name
and
then
he
was
capturing
her
mouth
with
his,
kissing
her
deeply
while
he
continued
to
skim
the
tip
of
his
fingers
between
her
legs.

Moments
later,
she
felt
her
body
become
weak
and
she

could
barely
reclaim
her
breath
as
he
cuddled
her
limp

body
next
to
his,
holding
her
tightly.
She
knew
if
she
wasn’t
careful,
that
she
was
going
to
fall—

No!
She
couldn’t
go
there.
She
couldn’t
even
think
such
a
thing.
The
only
thing
she
wanted
to
focus
on
was
how
he
was
making
her
feel.
She
had
made
plans
for
her
future

and
Storm
Westmoreland
wasn’t
a
part
of
those
plans.
But
here,
now,
at
this
very
moment,
he
was
part
of
her
present
and
was
giving
her
undiluted
pleasure.
She
could
not
refuse
what
he
was
offering
and
when
they
parted
in
two
days,
she
would
always
have
these
memories.

Five

S
torm
drew
in
a
long
breath
as
he
looked
down
at
the
woman
asleep
in
his
arms.
His
chest
tightened
and
he
forced
back
the
surge
of
desire
that
swept
through
him.
She
was
an
unbelievably
beautiful
woman.

Bathed
in
the
rays
of
predawn
light
that
spilled
through
the
hotel’s
window,
Jayla’s
hair,
a
glossy
medium
brown
with
strands
of
golden
highlight,
was
spread
across
the
pillow
and
shone
luxuriously
against
the
darkness
of
her
creamy
skin.

Sharing
a
bed
with
her
hadn’t
been
easy.
In
fact,
he

doubted
that
he’d
gotten
any
sleep.
While
trying
to
find
that
perfect
sleeping
position,
she
had
twisted
and
turned
most
of
the
night.
And
he
had
been
tormented
with
each
and

every
move
she’d
made.
At
one
time,
she
had
lain
facing
him,
with
her
leg
thrown
over
his,
with
his
arousal
pressing
against
her
center.

Then
there
had
been
that
time
when
she
had
shifted

around,
placing
her
back
to
his
chest,
her
sweet
delectable
backside
right
smack
up
against
his
groin.
More
than
once
during
the
course
of
the
night
he
had
been
tempted
to
just
say,
“To
hell
with
it,”
and
ease
inside
of
her.
His
mind
had
been
filled
with
numerous
possibilities.
Instead,
he
had

fought
the
urge
and
had
wrapped
his
arms
around
her