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Rebeka

A BOOMING POP OF THUNDERhad the small shelter shuddering. I jumped out of reflex and turned to gaze into the pitch-black night to avoid the emotions his words invoked.

“Sorry,” I said, shifting to lean my ass against the tailgate. “Thought it would help.”

Wide hands slid up the back of my arms, creating goose bumps in their wake. A small gasp escaped past my lips at his warm breath against the sensitive skin of my neck.

“Not that. This, being with you. How do I walk away from someone as amazing as you?”

My next word was out before I could think better of it. “Don't.”

“I have to.” A gasp pushed past my parted lips at the brush of his against the shell of my ear. “I don't want to hurt you again.”

“I'm a big girl now, B. I can handle myself, and this time I know you're leaving. Last time it was a shock, and I resented you because I expected more.”

“Is this you giving me permission?” he whispered into my hair with a deep inhale.

The utter darkness enveloping us hid any lingering anxieties I had. In that shed, I could have the fantasy nights I'd dreamed about the past several years. Would I regret it? Probably, but then again, I'd regret not having this moment with him just as much.

“This is me begging you.”

There was no holding back my throaty groan of pleasure at his teeth nipping my earlobe.

“There’s still so much I want to know.”

His roaming hands skimmed down my waist. Unabashed desire flooded my veins at the sensation of burning heat that soaked through from his chest to my back. Eyes shuttering closed, I relished in each inch of skin he touched.

“We still have time,” I breathed. No way could we stop now to chat.

The soft tip of his tongue lazily skimmed down the length of my neck, pausing at my collarbone before sucking the delicate flesh between his lips. My hands tightened around his thighs to steady my trembling legs.

His deep, commanding voice ordered, “Turn around.”

A quick, irrational thought floated through of disobeying to see what happened, but instead I willingly complied, eager to keep the passion between us rising.

All around us, the strong summer storm raged, shaking the shed with the mighty wind and rain. But here with him, between his thighs, being cherished by his tongue and hands, I felt safe. Protected.

I faced him in the dark, the need to touch him bringing my hands up his chiseled chest and down his strong arms, savoring the taut muscles beneath my palms.

Brenton's demanding hands massaged up the back of my thighs to grasp my ass. My entire body trembled at his deep groan of ecstasy when he had a handful of each cheek. Callused skin scraped my overly sensitive flesh as he dipped under my T-shirt. Too dark to see his beautiful face, my eyes shuttered closed to savor the intimate caress of his hands on my body.

The soft cotton of my T-shirt tugged over my head, followed by my sports bra. Mist from the wind and rain coated my bare back. With the coolness behind me and his heat at my front, the overwhelming sensation of the opposites had me swaying between his thighs.

Blindly I searched for the hem of his shirt; it only took a single tug for him to release his hands from my body to help finish pulling it over his head. Two hands encased my face, stroking my cheekbones with the pads of his thumbs before pulling me forward, sealing our lips against the others.

Hot and desperate, we latched onto one another. Every ounce of passion and lust boiled over, heating the small shed. His tongue danced with mine, teasing and flicking along the roof of my mouth. Each glide gave a tasty hint to what it could do elsewhere.

Damn, the man knew how to kiss.

A sigh pushed from my mouth to his, and I felt the corners of his lips pull up in a smile.

Loosening his hold on my cheeks, Brenton skimmed his fingertips down to my bare chest. He palmed each breast, torturing thumbs flicking over both peaked nipples and forcing a gasp of surprise as I pulled back an inch. Again those lips stretched to a small smile. On repeat, he flicked harder and smoothed over the small hurt with the soft pads of his thumbs.

The relentless throb between my legs turned demanding. In search of anything to relieve the pressure, I inched deeper between his spread thighs. Like he could sense what I needed, he tugged behind each of my knees, urging me up to straddle his lap on the tailgate.

Fuck yes.

The moment I settled over him, spreading my knees as wide as I could to press down against his stiff jeans, Brenton's passionate, desperate kiss resumed. Not holding back, I skimmed my fingertips up and down his arms, then dove into his short dark hair. With a tight grip on the longer section, I gave it a slight tug.