Page 59 of Saving the Rain (Crimson Ridge #4)

My eyes squeeze shut, and I let out a garbled noise as he grazes that spot inside me that lights my body up within a blink.

The sensation is made almost excruciating when he cups my balls at the same time and tugs lightly on them.

“ Only you .” Clawing at the sheets, I feel my length jerk, and I just want him buried deep, to take what he wants and fuck me all night long.

“Christ, you’re too tempting,” he murmurs hotly, and even though I’m lost to the rhythm of his skilled touch, the intensity of his stare scorches across my nakedness, watching me start to tremble for him.

Then he moves, and when he eases away, I moan a little at the loss of his hands.

Peering out from behind my lashes reveals the arresting sight of his tattooed fist running a generous amount of lube over his cock.

Holy fuck, from this angle, he looks like he’ll definitely split me in half this time.

The sight of him, flushed and fat and veined, is enough to make me shiver with anticipation.

“Raine,” I plead, not wanting him to keep taunting me—or maybe I do, I don’t even know. But the sound of my voice groaning his name, while that big hand shuttles up and down seems to give him an extra glimmer of depravity.

Searing me with a look that compels me to watch, he takes my cock in his free hand.

Wrapping me tight, holding onto both of us, one in each palm, Raine then shifts his weight forward ever so slightly.

Keeping me strangled with those two dark pools, staring down at me splayed out in his bed, he lets a long line of saliva fall from his mouth to land on my crown.

It’s filthy and unbelievably hot and has me bucking off the bed, rutting up into his fist, letting out a stream of curses and whimpering noises.

That’s when I feel it, the flood of relief as his tip nudges against my ass. I don’t even care that he has to let go of my length; I just want him to hurry up and fuck me. The head of him slowly slips inside, and every muscle in my body sighs with the pleasure of being connected like this.

Raine takes his time, as he always does, allowing my body to adjust to him. Slowly easing past that resistance with careful, gradual movements. All while talking me through swallowing his cock in that gruff voice that’s so unbelievably sexy I could die knowing those words are all for me.

“You’re mine.”

Biting down on my lip, I nod. “ Mmm ... I am.”

“Did you miss me, snowflake?”

“ Yes .” Of course. I did, and always do. I miss him every second of every day, and I didn’t even realize that was what this gaping hole in my chest had been caused by .

“I missed having you in my bed.” His muscles strain with the effort to hold himself back. “This ass...” I’m definitely in trouble, because I would do very questionable things to hear that noise rumbling from deep inside his chest, to hear him reveal exactly how good this feels for him.

My lips shiver as he plants both palms beside my ears, starting to pump his hips properly now. “ Unghhh . I wanted to be here. So— ffffuuck —so badly.” I gasp as my body rocks beneath the force of him moving on top of me.

“These sugar lips. Did you know you always taste like candy?” Raine dusts kisses over my mouth and then scrapes his beard along my jaw. He licks and sucks a slow path down to my pulse point, the curve of my throat.

“ Umphfff . Fuck . . . that feels . . .” Chills sheet my body.

“I know, baby. I know.” His breathing is more ragged now. This is affecting him just as much as it’s turning me inside out, and that propels me closer to the edge.

“Oh fuck. Oh fuck.” The way my cock is rubbed between our bodies combined with that spot he keeps nudging each time he withdraws and then slides forward, I’m only just hanging on.

He knows. He knows I’m close. And Raine is nothing but ruthless when it comes to demanding that I fall apart.

“My.” Thrust . “Sweet.” Thrust . “Boy.”

The tingling in my spine intensifies and I let out a gasp followed by a groan. Tipping my head back, exposing my throat.

“That’s it. You’re doing so well. Gonna give it all to me, aren’t you? Gonna give me that thick cock spraying yourself with cum while I fill you up.”

That’s what ends me. I’m done. He does me in with that visual.

My dick swells, and I outright sob with pleasure as my mind blanks and a relentless blazing surge pours through my groin.

I’m a pulsing and throbbing mess as ribbons of hot cum spurt all over me, all over him.

It’s so intense that I’m only vaguely aware of Raine falling apart, too, as he slams forward and starts to unload.

His climax chases on the heels of my own, and we’re both panting into each other’s mouths.

Damp with sweat. Slick with cum. Falling in too deep, too fast, or maybe it’s just how it will always be when it comes to us.

A blissful place to disappear into, where all that matters is letting go with him.

I don’t know what time it is when I wake up from a deep, peaceful slumber, cocooned in Raine’s arms. Everything is dark; it’s still the middle of the night, but his hands dragging up my side and over my abs are soothing.

His big frame blankets me from behind, and I fucking love the weight of him, with a leg slung over mine, holding me down and secure.

This right here is the first proper glimpse I’ve had of a hopeful, wishful sort of feeling curling inside my chest. The kind of moment that makes our connection feel real. .. as if we’re actually together .

“Are you sore?” His mouth finds my ear. A sleepy rasp as he places a kiss against my neck.

“No.” My head tilts, giving him better access to keep doing that thing with his mouth that melts me into a puddle of bliss.

“Good.” His whisper is velvety and oh-so-delicious. “Because I need you.”

I’m right there with him. Desperate and arching my spine and unashamedly opening for him to do anything he wants when that familiar glide of something cool and slippery runs over my ass. My cowboy taking perfect care of me.

“God, I’m gonna need this every day,” Raine groans deeply as he presses forward. My blissed-out body hardly puts up any resistance, welcoming him in as his length gradually slips inside.

Those calloused fingers caress my spine as we lie together cloaked in darkness, while the haze of sleep and earlier pleasure he wrung from me all combine to make my toes curl.

“Good boy.”

Oh god, hearing him say that does something to my entire soul. Every time without fail.

He holds tight to my hips and fully seats himself inside, hips flush against mine. “You’re so good for me. So perfect.”

I’m limp, defenseless, categorically consumed by bliss at his hands. The way he keeps pouring more of those words over my heated skin in that raspy, quiet confession spirals me up into the sky. It’s enough to leave me breathless and soaring, softly repeating his name.

This time, it doesn’t feel like sex. It feels like making love.

Raine fucks me slow. He claims the fragile, bruised thing inside my chest. It’s heaven, right here in his bed and his arms, and there’s no doubt my heart is fully his when his lips seek out my ear once more.

“You belong right here. I’m not letting you leave me.”