Page 159 of Beyond the Stroke

“I swear, any excuse for you to take off your shirt,” I tease, but seeing him there in nothing but his wet shorts is already elevating my temperature.

“Thank you for bringing me here.”

“You’re welcome.” His eyes drop to my lips.

That adrenaline rush is back. So is the swoop of my belly and tell-tale ache between my thighs. I want him. No, Ineedhim.

And now we’re stuck at the base of the trail waiting out the storm with no one else in sight.

Slowly, I climb over the console to the driver’s seat and with one knee on each side of his hips, I settle onto his lap.

His hands move to grip my hips, and I shiver again in my wet clothes.

Rory peels my wet tank top up and off, exposing my bra. I wish it was something sexier than beige but when I put it on this morning, I hadn’t planned for it to be on display.

“Better?” he asks.

“A little.” I smile, but a shudder gives me away.

Rory’s large hands move up my arms, spreading warmth followed by gooseflesh as he makes his way to my shoulders.

“What about this?” he whispers before his mouth drops to my collarbone, trailing featherlight kisses across my chest.

“I’m getting warmer.” I sigh, letting my fingers dive into his wet strands to hold his head where I want it.

His fingers nimbly unhook my bra and peel the wet material away. With better access now, his mouth descends on my nipple. The contrast of his warm mouth and my cold, pebbled nipple has me arching into him.

With his mouth sucking and teasing, while his fingertips explore under the hem of my shorts, it doesn’t take him long to have me wound tight with every nerve sparking at a fever pitch.

“Rory. Please. I need more.”

He pulls back, then with a hand across my sternum, Rory angles me back against the steering wheel, big hands cupping and massaging my breasts before he makes his way to my waistband. A quick flick of a button and drop of a zipper, and his hand dips inside my underwear.

Our eyes lock as he slips a finger inside me.

“I love how slick and needy you get for me, Wildflower.”

In the past, words like that might have made me feel vulnerable and self-conscious, but from Rory’s mouth, they embolden me. I rock against his finger, showing him just how much I like his touch. That I want more.

“You do that to me. No one else ever has.”

It’s honest. Maybe too honest, but I want him to know how good he makes me feel. That it’s not just this heated moment. It’shim.

I’m rewarded with a second finger before his mouth captures mine in a blistering kiss.

Every kiss, every touch, every sensation builds until I shatter around his fingers. As my world tilts on its axis, my arms wrap around his shoulders to ground me.

He lines my center up with his erection and presses me against it. “This is what you do to me.”

We’re a mess. With the cool rain outside and the heat of our bodies inside, the windows are fogged up.

I rock against him, loving the feel of his hard cock pressed against my clit.

He grips my hips to slow me.

The rain outside is deafening. It drowns out logic and common sense. It continues to hammer against the roof of the car, matching the rhythm of my heartbeat.

“Keep doing that, Wildflower, and I’m going to end up fucking you right here.”

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