Page 33 of Training Rain
Circling the bed, he knelt between her knees, gripped her waist and pulled her to her hands and knees before driving deep inside her wet pussy.
They both cried out and neither one moved for a long minute.
Rain rocked forward then back, taking him in again. Her body clutched at his cock, fitting him perfectly. She was warm, wet perfection. Nothing could ever or would ever feel as good as being buried deep inside this amazing woman.
Too slow. He couldn’t take it anymore. Grabbing her hips, he slammed home repeatedly. She cried out. He groaned as his release approached. His balls tightened and he knew it couldn’t last much longer. Reaching his hand round, he found her clit slick and sensitive.
She jerked in response, slamming back against him. At the first convulse of her channel his orgasm erupted. She milked every bit of pleasure from him as her rapture overtook her and her screams mingled with his grunts.
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Jess entwinedRain’s fingers in his and breathed deeply, letting the hometown aromas intoxicate him. They made their way down the busy streets. He relished the sight of latticework, iron railings and the sounds of jazz music. If he could have all of that with Rain in his arms, he could die a happy man. And from the way they had been pursued in Yellowstone, it was likely he would be dead soon.
“You look happy.” Rain watched him.
“There’s nothing like coming home.”
“Were you born in New Orleans?”
“My family lived in a small town in the Atchafalaya Basin. It’s not far, but it’s as country as you can get. I grew up there, but many of my relatives live in New Orleans.
We spent a lot of time here over the years.” They walked slowly down the street hand in hand. They might have been any couple out for an evening stroll.
“What are we doing here?”
“At the moment, we’re the bait.”
“Great, just how I wanted to spend my first trip to New Orleans.”
“We have tonight. By morning I expect this town will be crawling with assholes who want to kill us.”
She stopped, tugged his hand and leaned seductively against the lamppost on the corner of Bourbon Street and St. Peter Street. “Then tomorrow we’ll be busy.”
Jess liked this new seductive Rain. He’d also liked the unsure, questioning version and the capable agent. The truth was, he liked every side of her. Taking a step forward, he trapped her firm body between him and the post. “Tomorrow we’ll be very busy.”
“And tonight?” She ran her hands up his abdomen to his chest. One of the nice things about the south was that he was only wearing a cotton tee-shirt and everywhere she touched he burned with desire.
Her gun jabbed him from underneath a jean jacket she wore, but he found the slight pain only added to his arousal.
“Tonight we can do whatever you want. Pat O’Brien’s is just up the street, Jackson Square is a little farther or we can stay on Bourbon Street and find plenty of things to entertain us. Bars, strip clubs. Would you like a lap dance?” He’d leaned in very close to her ear.
Her breath had quickened with every word, causing her breasts to rise and fall against him. Her fingers slid through his hair and her lips pressed against the side of his neck. “What would you suggest for a girl like me with only a few hours to spend in the Big Easy?”
Her low melodic voice sent a shock of desire directly to his cock. God, he could take her right here in the middle of the street. It took every ounce of strength to pull himself away from her. He granted himself one kiss and he meant it to be just a quick one.
Rain had other ideas as her arms wound around his waist and her tongue slipped inside his mouth.
With one hand he gripped the back of her neck and devoured her. Her body fit his to perfection. She clutched the lamppost for some balance, the kiss grew more impassioned and a soft moan vibrated from her mouth to his. Only the knowledge that they were in the middle of a busy intersection with dozens of people passing by kept Jess from taking the kiss further.
Breathing heavily, he broke the kiss and pressed his forehead against hers. “You’re going to be the death of me, Rain Silver.”
Her chest rose and fell in sharp, deliberate gasps, and he knew that she was equally affected by their connection.
“I think we should move on before we become any more of a spectacle,” she said.
He agreed, but it took him a few more seconds to bring his body under control and take a step away from her.
All the while her dark gaze remained focused on his.
