glorious man, she was going to make the most of it. When he walked out of her life in the morning, she didn’t want to wish that they could have another night together. She wanted all of it—everything—tonight.
He opened his mouth and welcomed her in. Their teeth tapped. Their tongues caressed. She felt a shiver roll down his spine. It was the same one that had just raced down hers. They kissed deeply like that until she lifted her lips to move them to new real estate. His forehead, his jawline, the indentation at the base of his neck. She kissed her way leisurely around his body. His calloused palms, the inside of his elbow … a playful bite on his bicep. She wondered whether he liked having his nipples sucked. She flicked her tongue over one, then closed her lips around it.
The jerk of his hips answered her question.
“Mai,” he groaned.
She moved to the other nipple. They had all night. The storm had cut them off from the outside world for a few hours. And for those few hours, they would have their own private world, an eye in the middle of the storm.
“With an I.” His groan this time was low, barely above a whisper. “Have mercy on me.”
She smiled up at him. “No mercy. Not tonight.”
She trailed kisses down his abdomen, along the soft hair of his happy trail. His erection bobbed against the underside of her jaw. When she touched her lips to the tip, the entire mattress shuddered beneath them.
He closed his eyes and gave into it. Between the noise of the storm outside and her delicate touch inside, he was surrounded by sensation. How many times had he imagined this exact scenario—in bed with the karaoke woman kissing him, touching him? Too many to count. He wasn’t entirely convinced that he wouldn’t wake up and find it all to be just another dream.
On the other hand … this right here felt way better than anything his imagination had conjured up. The heat of her mouth, the softness of her tongue, the confidence of her fingers. One thing was certain—one night was not going to be enough.
“You okay up there?” Her whispered words blew against his skin and he clenched his teeth to stem the orgasm she was teasing from him. It was too soon.
“It’s my turn now.” He sat up and flipped her onto her back. He took a moment to admire her lovely body, the full breasts and smooth skin, the sexy pink flush of her cheeks. “First, we need to dispense with these.” He slid his hands beneath her hips and peeled away the lacy panties.
He looked her over—slowly, leisurely. “You have no idea how many hours I’ve spent touching you in my mind.” He traced a finger over the point of her hipbone and up to her ribs. “You’re beautiful, Mai.” Here was the mole he remembered from London. He leaned over and pressed a kiss to it. His thumb ran over the soft skin on the inside of her wrist, where her vein was pulsing faster. Pulsing for him.
He crawled up her body and lowered his head to hers. “At least I don’t have to worry about you running out on me here, out into the storm.”
She gave him a sexy little smile. “Plus, I live here.”
“That too.” He touched his lips to hers—lightly at first—and then with the urgency that beat in his chest. This was no simple kiss. This was a kiss that had been building for two years in his mind. In his soul.
Why this woman? Out of all the women in the world, why Mai with an I? He didn’t know. All he knew was that he’d felt a connection to her in London, felt it the instant he’d heard her sing. He wasn’t much for all that woo-woo stuff—love at first sight, fated meetings, and such. But what else could be at play here? What were the odds that he would find her in the same town where Simone was now living?
There was one other thing he knew. He wasn’t letting this woman go until they’d had a chance to explore this connection further. And the exploration started now—with making love to her over and over for as many hours as they had energy for. Was it wrong to hope that the storm lasted for days? Or turned into a freak summer snowstorm? Hell, he would welcome a damn blizzard. Anything that would keep the