Gone with the Wolf - By Kristin Miller Page 0,52
of the water as fast as she could. But there was nowhere else she wanted to be.
Drake swam toward the ladder and tugged Emelia along. She laughed between gasping breaths and didn’t miss each opportunity to splash Drake in the back.
“Come on, let’s get out of here,” he said, holding on to the side of the ladder. Rain fell on his lashes, drenching his face. “You first.”
Emelia took the first submerged step, felt Drake’s leg brush hers, then stopped when an electric current surged between them.
“What are you waiting for?” he said, as rain fell harder, dimpling the water around them.
As Emelia’s heart leaped, she said, “This,” and pressed forward, catching his mouth. His lips were slippery and soft, sliding against hers in an erotic dance that she didn’t want to end. His tongue caressed hers with dizzying skill, reminding Emelia of Drake’s unmatched talent in the bedroom. He moaned into her, sliding his arms around her waist as if her figure had been molded to fit perfectly into his embrace. With a firm hand against Emelia’s hip, Drake guided her to the stairs, so that her back was flush against them. He pinned her there, wedging his thigh between her legs, and continued his possession of her body. She gasped for air, clutched at his back, and ached to taste more of his lips.
He dove down to her neck, smudging deliciously wet kisses along her collarbone, and back up to her chin. She quivered as his tongue shot out, tracing the tiny, circular indentation at the base of her neck. She lost her breath when his kisses turned to gentle sucks. And as Drake found her breasts beneath the water and massaged them in his strong hands, Emelia couldn’t help but lay her head back and let the sensations flood her.
Between the frigid water lapping around them, the heat of Drake’s mouth on her skin, and the warm rain falling on her face, Emelia could’ve exploded from sensory overload. His touch was electric, lighting her skin on fire. Her body responded instinctively by arching into him, begging to give him what he wanted. Despite the temperature of the water, she was warm with Drake’s body crushing hers.
“You were right,” Drake said, then continued to devour her mouth.
Emelia gasped for air, relishing the roughness of his hands as they raked over her body. “About what?”
“Everything,” he said. Rain slid between their mouths, but couldn’t quench Emelia’s burning desire for Drake’s body to cover hers. “If this is what I get for feeling instead of thinking, I think I should try it more often. Minus the midnight swim, of course.”
Emelia smiled into another kiss, and as Drake effortlessly lifted her out of the water and set her on the pier, she laughed. He made her giddy. The way he eyed her body like it was his. The way he claimed and possessed her.
She couldn’t get enough, and she knew she’d never tire of it.
As Drake emerged from the water, he swept Emelia into his arms and carried her to the opposite side of the pier, where a massive tri-level yacht was moored. The top decks were pearly white, with tons of windows and an open bow, while the bottom half was painted a glossy shade of midnight blue.
“Watch your step,” Drake whispered, setting her down.
“What’s up there?” Emelia’s teeth chattered, and although she couldn’t see her lips, she’d bet they were turning purple.
“I keep towels on the deck,” he said, crossing his arms in a shiver. “Unless you’d rather run back to the house.”
Running a few hundred yards in the pouring rain in soggy shoes didn’t sound appealing.
“No, this is…fine.” Her gaze trailed across the long, swooping deck of the yacht, then focused on the white, bulky letters stenciled on the bow: Tara. “A former flame?” she asked.
“Excuse me?” He took her hand.
“The name of the boat. Was Tara a former lover?”
Even through the pouring rain, Emelia could see hints of laughter sparkling deep in Drake’s chocolate-toned eyes. “Tara is the name of the plantation in Gone with the Wind.”
“You’re a fan of the movie?” Emelia couldn’t picture it.
“I’m more of an all-around classic movie fan. Back then, the men were smooth and the women had tenacity to spare. Doesn’t get better than that.” His full lips pulled into a smile and he squeezed her hand. “Now up you go, my lady.” Holding her hand, Drake helped Emelia on board, then followed closely behind her.
The yacht was magnificent, long and sleek,