Page 43 of Rainse
Rainse went very still, his gaze tracking over my exposed skin with an intensity that made heat pool low in my belly.
"You're staring again," I said, though my voice came out shakier than intended.
"You're perfect."
"I'm soaking wet and covered in goosebumps."
"Yes," he agreed, voice dropping an octave. "Perfect."
Before I could respond, he closed the distance between us, his mouth finding mine with a hunger that stole my breath. His hands slid up my ribs, thumbs brushing the underside of my breasts through the thin fabric of my bra, and I arched into the touch with a gasp.
"This," he murmured against my lips, fingers finding the clasp. "Off. Now."
"Impatient?"
"Desperate." His voice was rough, almost broken. "I've been imagining this since I first pulled you from the water."
The confession sent a spike of heat through me. "That's very inappropriate timing."
"I'm aware." The clasp gave way and he pulled the bra free, tossing it aside without looking. His gaze dropped, and the sound he made was purely animal. "Verity..."
Then his mouth was on my breast, hot and demanding, and I stopped thinking entirely. His tongue circled my nipple before he sucked hard enough to make my knees buckle. Only his arm around my waist kept me upright.
"Rainse—" His name came out as a moan.
"Tell me what you want," he said against my skin, his free hand sliding down to work at my trousers.
"You. I want you."
"Be more specific." His fingers found the button, popped it open. "I want to hear you say it."
My brain struggled to form words while his hand slipped inside my trousers, fingers teasing along the edge of my underwear. "I want... God, I want you inside me."
"Better." The trousers hit the floor, followed immediately by my underwear, and suddenly I was completely bare while he was still half-dressed. The inequality should have bothered me, but the way he looked at me—like I was something precious and profane all at once—made me feel powerful instead of vulnerable.
He dropped to his knees in front of me.
"What are you—oh?—"
His mouth found the inside of my thigh, kissing and biting a path upward. The greenskin along his shoulders brushed against my legs, and the sensation was unlike anything I'd ever felt—electric and alive, reading every shiver and gasp.
"I've wanted to taste you," he said, breath hot against my skin, "since you first touched my greenskin. Do you know what that did to me? How badly I wanted to?—"
His tongue found me, and the rest of his words dissolved into action.
I grabbed his shoulders for balance, fingers digging into the greenskin there. It pulsed beneath my palms in rhythm with what his mouth was doing, as if it was responding to my pleasure. The dual sensation—his tongue circling my clit, the greenskin vibrating against my hands—was almost too much.
"Oh God—Rainse?—"
He hummed against me, the vibration sending sparks up my spine, and added his fingers. One, then two, curling inside me with devastating precision. The greenskin along his arms extended, tendrils wrapping gently around my thighs, holding me open for him.
"That's—that's not fair—" I gasped.
He pulled back just long enough to say, "Fair?" His fingers continued their movement, finding a spot inside me that made my vision blur. "I'm not trying to be fair. I'm trying to make you come so hard you forget your own name."
Then his mouth returned to my clit, sucking hard while his fingers moved faster, and the greenskin pulsed and the whole world narrowed to the coil of pleasure tightening in my core until?—
I shattered, crying out his name, my legs shaking so badly he had to catch me. He gentled me through it, his movements slowing, tongue soft and soothing until I could breathe again.
