Page 49 of Saving the Rain (Crimson Ridge #4)

Kayce once again does a terrible job of hiding the way a smile wants to appear. Maybe it's nerves, or maybe he’s still worried about how to explain this thing between us.

“I like it when you take over,” he admits.

“How you just seem to understand what will feel best... you know?” The way he ducks his chin and says it out loud comes accompanied by a fresh wave of blush hitting his cheeks, the color deepening on those soft lips I absolutely want to see wrapped around my cock again.

When I take his mouth this time, it’s possessive.

A kiss filled with need, the restraint of moments before, falls away as I haul him to his feet.

Hearing him confess it out loud erases any more waiting or dancing around this.

We’re both needing each other, and maybe it’s not exactly the talk we should be having, but I get the feeling Kayce needs the reassurance that I want this with him more than he needs us to sit down and spill our feelings.

Neither of us are good at that shit.

But this?

Our bodies certainly know how this ride plays out.

As I fist the front of his t-shirt, he’s back to being a completely flustered mess for me. And that only drives me more out of my head with craving the sight of him dissolved into a whimpering puddle. Goddamn, I love the taste of his sweet little submissive side.

“Purring for me like a slutty little kitten.” I walk him backward, letting my mouth rain down a trail of hot, biting kisses along his jaw.

My lips seal with his once more as we reach the lounge, and he shudders in my arms. Clinging on tight, telling me with those strong fingers that he wants everything.

“Oh god. How does that work on me every time?” As we stop in front of the massive fireplace, I ignore his protests, letting my mouth start working the side of his neck.

“Does that feel good, hmm? My golden rodeo boy likes being treated roughly,” I whisper gritty words in his ear, flicking my tongue over his skin.

The groan of pleasure he gives me in return is addictive. Enough to have me keep pushing for more. “You make me want things... the kind of things I didn’t know I could ever dream of.”

“ Mmm . That pouty little mouth has a lot of secrets you haven’t dared to share, hasn’t it?” Yanking his head back just a little, I steal another kiss before looking him over.

Kayce’s pupils bloom immediately.

“Well, here it is, snowflake. You make me want things, too.”

His breathing is shallow, chest rising and falling in quick succession against my own. “You do?”

“I shouldn’t.” My jaw works, knowing just how hard we both are, with our cocks straining and impatient pressed between us.

“But you make me crave your perfect, sweet lips. Driving me crazy at the idea I could fuck you whenever I wanted to. To be able to slip inside that impossibly tight little hole of yours and play with you until I leave you slick with my cum.”

“Oh, fuck.” He gulps.

I dip my head and run my teeth up the front of his strong throat, dragging a soft bite over his Adam’s apple. “Then, once you’re nice and messy... I wouldn’t stop there. No, I’d slip two fingers inside, just so I could feel how I’d owned you and marked you.”

Kayce squirms against me, which only serves to ramp up the thunderous heat and billowing, carnal wanting surrounding us. The fireplace cracks and pops as his hips thrust into mine, chasing after the tiniest bit of friction.

My lips keep working his neck. I continue kissing him right over that sensitive pulse point just below his ear and feel all the vibrations his gasping moans of pleasure make.

“You know I’d find that spot you love so much within seconds.

It would be so easy to have you fucking up and rutting against nothing but thin air, because the feel of me stroking that sensitive little part of you.

.. yeah, that would keep you on edge and swollen for me. ”

“Christ . . . Raine . . .” He lets out a deep groan when I suck on his earlobe.

“You’d look like an absolute dream, with my cum dripping out of you and stuffed full of my fingers, humping the bed, begging like a pathetic little thing.

You know I’m an asshole, and you know I would absolutely have you whimpering.

That’s all it would take, and you’d give me permission to tease this beautiful body all night long. ”

I fucking love the way he visibly melts for me.

He eats up every single one of my filthy promises, as if no one has ever had such an appetite for him—hasn’t spent the time to coax him into such a panting, desperate state.

I’m guessing he’s never been with someone who would let him hear it, who would work him up, feeding his lust until it’s dizzying and all-consuming.

Little does he know, I’m ruthless enough to leave him on edge like this, because it satisfies a twisted little part of me to know that I’ve got him squirming this hard, moaning quietly, and flushed using only my words.

“Is that what you want tonight? Do you want me to treat you like the needy thing you are? The rodeo star who wants to be filled with cock and pumped full of cum?”

My palm comes up to idly massage that column of his neck, the place where I love to hold him, to command him.

The spot that I know makes him squirm whenever I let my fingers curl and tighten.

I fucking love the way his throat works beneath my touch and the vibrations his voice makes when it’s all gritty and desperate, hoarse with how turned on he is.

He hastily licks his lips, all glassy-eyed and parted lips, looking beautifully rumpled. The picture of depraved innocence.

“ Please . Please, Raine.”

I seal the moment with a bite of his bottom lip, before sucking down on the point of the sting. “Here? Or in the bedroom?”

His eyelashes grow heavy as he almost floats out of his head in front of me. “You decide.”

Something swirls, hot and demanding down low in my stomach knowing that he wants to hand it all over to me like this.

“Don’t move.”

I make like a damn shadow, leaving him for a short moment in order to fetch my bag from my truck and returning within a few thunderous beats of my pulse inside my ears. Kayce hasn’t shifted position, but his back is turned to me as he leans one elbow up on the mantel, gazing down at the fire.

He looks fucking gorgeous, swathed in shadows and firelight, and even though I know we’re just indulging in something that feels good, there’s also a tightening sensation inside my chest. Thoughts of where I might be heading after this, after my time in Crimson Ridge is done, get rapidly cast aside. None of that matters right now.

Coming up behind him, I let my palms glide up his torso from behind, settling my figure against his spine. Kayce lets out a soft sound of relief, his stomach caving ever so slightly when I reach the hem of his t-shirt and drag it upward.

“You have such a stupidly pretty body.” My mouth brushes over his ear before I nudge his arms to lift up, pulling the shirt free of his head.

“And such a nice ass, too.” Tossing the material to the floor, I guide his hands to grip the mantelpiece again.

My palms roam down his front, taunting as I descend, by first flicking at his nipples and then dragging a rough touch along the hard planes of his body to reach his waistband.

“Fuck. I don’t think I can take much more teasing.” His head drops forward between his shoulders, and the needy thing he is, pushes back against my groin.

That makes me chuckle, and I slip his sweats and briefs down his legs, dragging them at the same time. His cock springs free, desperate and demanding attention when I crouch down and guide the bunched fabric clear of his legs.

“Do you have any idea how gorgeous you are?” I say as I shift my weight to kneel behind him.

Feeling me right there, hearing my voice come from that place beside his thigh, undoes Kayce further.

I get treated to a side-on view of his toned stomach bunching and flexing as another one of those purring sounds I’m absolutely gone for rumbles out of him.

His length pulses, precum coating his swollen tip.

“I—I need you.” The mumble he lets out is a throaty little noise. Not anywhere near as shy as he was that first night, but just as keen for this new discovery about himself.

It’s a head rush that he’s trusting me... of all people. That he wants this with me, even after everything we’ve been through.

Shifting my weight forward, I drag a hot, wet line of kisses up the back of his leg.

Over that dusting of hair and the indentations of muscle wrapping his upper thigh.

When I reach the sensitive stretch of skin just below the globe of his ass, he flinches.

A strangled noise comes out of him, and it’s a sound that drives me straight over the cliff edge where Kayce is concerned.

I flatten my tongue and run a stripe along the underside of that curve, devouring the way he shudders and then lets out a feral noise when I reach his seam.

“Such a pretty little hole you have. And you just love when I tease you like this, hmm ? Bent over like a good, obedient plaything.” Kneeling behind him, I grab hold of his hips, use my thumbs to part his cheeks, and cover him with my mouth.

As I swirl my tongue over that ring of muscle, Kayce descends into a mess of curses and pleading noises.

The more vocal he becomes, the more it spurs me on to work him harder.

His musky scent is goddamn everything as he arches back to give me better access and lets out a string of unintelligible sounds.

“So damn sweet for me.” I run a hot, seeking line of wetness over his ass, relishing the shudder it draws out of him. “Does that feel good?”