his waist.
My buzzing lips quirked. “You didn’t . . . um, dry your hair very well.”
“There was a naked temptress draped across my bed.” He gave me a dark look. “No way could I resist stealing a little kiss.”
“No stealing necessary.”
“Ah, so even half-asleep, your kisses belong to me?”
I nodded. All of me is yours.
“Good to know.”
Storm whipped away the towel, and I gulped. His cock was pointed straight at me. My pussy spasmed. Wetting my lips, I glanced at him through my lashes. He placed his hands on my shoulders.
“Lay back,” he said, and I did. “I’m going to get you all wet.”
Climbing over me, he caged me between his strong arms. He stared down at me, his wet hair dripping on my tingling skin.
“No condom,” I said. We were a couple now, and we’d already had the talk in LA about our health statuses. “I want to feel everything.”
I reached for him, clasping my hands together around his neck.
Bringing his head down to mine, I whispered against his lips when they brushed mine. “I want to feel all of you inside me.”
“Babe,” he whispered against my mouth. “Yes, I’d love that.”
His tongue dove inside. When I touched mine to his, that seemed to be the spark to ignite him.
Storm took over, tonguing me deep, exploring every dark corner of my mouth. His hands plunged under my ass. Gripping each globe, he squeezed rhythmically, matching the thrusting rhythm of his tongue inside my mouth.
Even wet, my skin sizzled. My nipples hardened. Heat drenched my throbbing core.
Tearing his lips away, he swept his gaze over me. “Mine,” he said, his eyes blazing. “Say it, babe. Say you’re mine.”
“I’m yours.” With time, coaxing, and my example, I would convince Storm to reveal his secret, convince him to never leave. Releasing his neck, I reached down between our bodies and gripped his cock at the base. “And you’re mine.”
“That feels so good.” He groaned as I pumped and then aligned him. In one swift motion, he thrust inside me all the way to the end of him and the beginning of me.
I moaned. Being joined was bliss.
“You’re so wet. So tight. So perfect.” He spread my legs wider and started to move.
I hooked my ankles around him, gripped fistfuls of the sheet in my hands, and lifted my hips into each one of his powerful strokes.
Greedily, I took what he gave me. His thrusts were deep, no shallow teases. Again and again, he drove deep and then impossibly deeper still. Again and again, I received him. He built the heat between us, stroke by stroke.
Storm. I bit back his name, but it blazed in my mind.
“Lotus.” As if he heard and knew I knew, he gave me more of him this time, penetrating me deeper than ever before. Stiffening inside me , he said, “Come, baby.”
“Yes!” I cried. His to command, I flew.
He threw back his head and roared, pulsing and throbbing inside me. His essence was a force, much like he was. He filled, remade, and completed me.
My pussy tightened, drawing from him every last drop, all that he could give, until spent, he collapsed on top of me. I released the sheet and wrapped my arms around him, clasping the man I loved with all my heart to me.
“Babe.” His hand on my nape, he tugged on my hair. “Look at me. I need to tell you something.”
Tensing, I pressed my lips to his skin and pulled my face away from his neck. “Yes?”
Will this be the moment he tells me?
“You’re incredible.” His hooded eyes searched mine. “So precious to me. Every time with you is better than the last.”
He rolled his hips, sending fiery aftershocks spiraling through me.
My lips parted. No, not the moment, but this was good, so undeniably good.
He lowered his head, and his whiskers brushed my chin before his mouth touched mine. I shivered and licked my lips when he lifted his head, feeling his cock stir inside me. My eyes widened.
“Yeah,” he said. “Impossible is possible with you. Do you get what this is? What I feel for you?”
I thought I did. I hoped. Despite all that had happened in my life, Storm remained the critical component to that hope. He had been since the day he reached out his hand to me on the playground.
“I love you.” I could give him the words. Even if he couldn’t return them, I felt them when we were together.
He squeezed his eyes shut, then reopened them. The