Page 33 of She's My Kind Of Rain

“Well, if you’re ready to go home, I’d be happy to take you, but if you’re up for a little more me-time I have one more stop on the list.” That cute nervous gesture of running his fingers through his hair doesn’t return this time. Something in his expression is a little more confident than all the times before.

“A little more you-time sounds perfect.” We both smile and find our respective seats and I wonder—no hope—that whatever the additional time together brings is a lot more close and personal.

Making our way down the road, we veer onto a two track and into an open field. The sky has since darkened, and the city lights feel forever away. I can hear the sounds of crickets and the wind blowing softly on the tall grass that we’re now parked in. Theengine slows to a purr before Sawyer places the stick into park. Looking up at the starry sky, I’m thankful that he doesn’t have the roof on tonight, and I shiver, getting chills at the sight.

“I have a blanket in the back, if you’re cold. I thought we could watch the stars.”

I rise from my seat and climb into the back. A soft chuckle comes from behind me.

“Now, what’s so funny Mr. Mason?” I joke, pretending to be serious.

“Well, I didn’t mean you had to crawl back there to use it.”

“Of course, you didn’t, but how else would we enjoy the stars together?” I nearly whisper the end of my statement, hoping he catches the drift that I want to be as close to him as possible.

He doesn’t hesitate for even a moment, but instead climbs over his center console and sits down directly behind the driver’s seat. Pulling the blanket over my legs, I shift so that my feet face the passenger side of the car and lean back, placing my head in his lap. He tenses for a moment, then relaxes into this position, sharing his space with me.

I lay there silently for a while and look up at the star-painted sky before whispering, “Thank you.”

His hand strokes my hair, and I release a breath that feels like all the weight I’ve ever had to carry has been lifted. I enjoy that feeling, even if it only lasts a minute. Closing my eyes, I take in the sounds of the chirping crickets and owls off in the distance, feeling nothing but peace. I wish I could bottle up this feeling for eternity. Opening my eyes, I find Sawyer staring up at the stars. I shift, and his gaze lowers to me.

“You don’t have to thank me. I haven’t stopped thinking about you from the moment I saw you. I’m not sure I ever will. Something about you is filled with light. I wanted to show you something that brought me light.” He strokes my hair again and looks back up towards the sky.

This time when I shift, I find myself sitting up, my eyelids already fluttering closed in anticipation of the moment when my lips brush his. But they don’t. I still, opening my eyes, trying to gauge his next move. He glides his hand through his hair and I smile, knowing that this isn’t discomfort, but rather his nervous habit. I lift my body partially from the seat and spread my legs over his, straddling him as I wrap one of my arms around his neck.

My skirt makes the closeness of this move rather forward and completely out of my element, but I decide to throw caution to the wind. Taking my other hand and sliding it up his muscular arm, I admire how toned he is and wonder about everything else I can’t see. Once my hand reaches his cheek, I meet his gaze for only a moment before our lips crash into each other. A shiver skitters up my spine as his hands pass over my body.

Goosebumps rise on my skin, not so much from the cold, but rather the sensual touch of his hands as he cups my ass. I lean forward slightly, grinding against him, eliciting a breathy sigh from his lungs. His hand moves down my thighs and then back up again, this time his thumbs trace the soft edge of my underwear as his lips meet my neck.

His lips return to mine, the intensity of our kisses deepening. Each one more aggressive than the last, almost as if we both fear that come tomorrow this could all be over. I can feel the length of him hardening while the gap between us lessens. I give up any remaining space, planting my hips as close to his as I can.

His lips migrate lazily down my neck, biting ever so softly while he trails kisses along my skin—motivating me to reach down for his belt buckle. A devious smile emerges on his lips momentarily, and then he continues down my neck. Each kiss, each caress, each touch is like a brand on my soul. I’ve never felt such want or need until now. He pulls my tank over my head and unclasps my bra in one swift motion.

My nipples harden at the brisk change in temperature. His tongue explores my newly exposed skin. A rumble in his chest releases, his cock hardening even more and the thought of him entering me becomes evermore present. Would he be soft, gentle, as thoughtful with his body as he is with his words? Or would he be fierce and passionate? Maybe both. But as each of his kisses becomes more intentional, I feel my self-control slipping more and more. I want Sawyer, I want him more than anything I’ve ever wanted in my life.

I bear the weight of my body forward onto my knees, lifting my ass and unbuttoning his pants. He lowers his hands to help, but remains focused on peppering kisses on any part of my skin that he can reach before coming back up for air.

“Are you sure?” he asks, like the gentleman he is, and I nod in a silent response before consuming his lips for another kiss. I’ve never been more sure in my life.

He pushes my skirt upward, and I lower partly back down toward him. His eyes meet mine again the moment his thumbs graze the edge of my panties. Dipping my head in a nod, I grant him permission before kissing his neck. Desire scorches through my veins like a wildfire consuming a mountainside. Destructive and beautiful all at once. I lower my hips, little by little, leading him toward what I crave most. The only thing now separating us is my underwear and whatever hint of self-control is holding him back. Soft moans surface and our tongues dance with one another, painting a picture only meant for us to see. His fingers finally reach the very edge of my underwear and I melt beneath his touch.

Sliding my panties over, he dips a finger inside me, pumping a few times before inserting another. I whimper at his ability to unravel every piece of me, breaking through barriers I never even knew I had. Each pump sends heat spearing through me, turning my nerves into livewires as I burn for him. My head fallsback and his mouth dips to my exposed chest, his lips capturing one of my nipples in his mouth. A moan tears from my throat as he teases and taunts me with his tongue and fingers. It’s like kindling to the fire threatening to consume me.

Close. I’m so, so close.

Right there on the edge, my orgasm teetering on a precipice I know I won’t be able to come back from. He pulls his hand back, removing his fingers and I let out another whimper as I feel his absence. I reach for his cock, stroking his length with my hand, wanting—no, needing him inside me. He reaches for his wallet, pulling out a condom before pushing his pants to his knees. I hear the rip of the wrapper, and moments later his hands return to my thighs.

“I want you, Sawyer,” I plead with a fierceness I’ve never known. It should be terrifying, but I find it exhilarating, reckless, and I love it.

He shutters slightly beneath my grasp, bringing a grin to my face while I kiss his neck. I like knowing I have this much of an effect on him. Angling my hips ever so slightly, I bring him toward my entrance.

A husky growl rises in his throat and he whispers, “Yes, Miss Daisy.”

He slides my panties to the side again, pressing the head of his dick to my entrance. He thrusts gently, allowing me time to adjust to him. His sheer size takes my breath away as I rock back and forth on top of him. He kisses me with desire and something more than lust. It’s like he’s desperate for one more taste, one more touch. I feel it too. He’s like a drug I can’t get enough of. The high I feel with his dick inside me shouldn’t be possible. I don’t know him, not enough to feel this way, and yet I do.

“More,” I whisper. I need all of him. Everything he’s willing to give.

His breath fans against my neck as he trails a path of kisses up along the curve of my jaw. “You’re a demanding little thing,” he murmurs against my skin, sending a ripple of shivers down my spine that only make my desire burn brighter, hotter.

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