Page 71 of Saving the Rain (Crimson Ridge #4)

“You didn’t answer me before.” Raine bites down on my bottom lip so hard it stings, and I want him to do it again. “You meant everything?”

“Every word.”

“Fuck, I hate that it took so long to get here.” He keeps walking me backward in the direction of my bedroom, with a gravely timbre coating his words.

“Wait...” I pant into his mouth, fumbling with his shirt.

“How did you get to the ranch? The mountain roads are under ten feet of snow. No vehicles can get past.” I’m barely able to form a coherent string of thoughts as Raine draws back enough to do the rest of the job for me, shucking it over his head, and thank fuck he’s finally bare-chested.

“More like three feet in places.” His fingers curl beneath the hem of my top, and the stroke of those rough fingertips against my skin sends a riot of goosebumps flying everywhere. “And I rode here. Horses don’t mind a bit of powder.” Tearing at my thermal, he drags it roughly up over my head.

“I can’t believe you’re real right now.” My eyes bounce everywhere in a rapid-fire devouring of the sight of him, before I launch myself forward.

I just want to taste him, lick every inch of his body, and show him just how much I missed this, us, being together.

Pushing my tongue and lips against the stubble covering his throat, I breathe out a whimper of pleasure across his warm skin.

I love the rough edge to him, the scratch, the scrape, and the way he smells.

“I love you.” Sliding my hold up the wrap back of his neck, I seek out his hair and tangle my fingers there, whispering the words against his throat. “I missed you so fucking badly. I’m sorry I fucked everything up for us.”

Raine’s unwavering, strong hands roam across my back, dragging his calloused touch and brightening a path everywhere he maps the contours of me.

“You needed space. You needed time. It wasn’t fair of me to drop that on you and expect you to know how to handle it.

” He drops kisses along my temple, down to my shoulders, laying out a trail of hot, wet reminders of just how good it feels to have his affection.

“I’d been so used to only ever needing to think about myself. I’m sorry for being selfish. ”

The backs of my legs hit the bed, and Raine pushes me down.

As I land on my elbows and gaze back up at him, the sight steals my goddamn breath.

He’s so fucking magnificent and has that sexy hooded look to his eyes.

The darkness in those obsidian depths tells me he’s in no mood to be anything but in command.

“I’m yours, snowflake. I’m so fucking in love with you. Got it?” As he speaks in that deep, gravelly voice that makes my stomach swoop, his hands work at his belt and jeans.

I’m officially gone. Dead. Buried. My cowboy half-undressed, ridding himself of his jeans while telling me he loves me in a voice that sounds like pure sex? Game over.

Swallowing hard, I nod. Greedy eyes remaining fixated on his hands—those sexy fucking veins popping up beneath his ink, the strong hands I want to have wrapped around my dick and my neck as soon as possible—until the moment he’s naked.

Standing in front of me, thick and erect, the impressive sight leaves my mouth watering for him.

The overwhelming intensity of his gaze, as he strokes himself from root to tip, has me gasping, pinned to the mattress by nothing more than just a look.

Even though I want to push up off my elbows.

Even though I want... “Please, I need to taste you, just for a moment.” I bite down on my bottom lip.

Raine shakes his head, and I feel every place his eyes rake over my body.

He sets me alight with that onyx stare, calculating his next move before he strikes.

Those strong hands of his reach for my hips, yanking me closer to the edge of the bed before they hit my waistband.

As he works my jeans loose, my stomach caves, and I have to clutch at the sheets in an effort to ground myself into the here and now and not immediately float away.

The sound of my pants hitting the floor is like the moment that bucking chute crashes open. Raine shoves my knees wide, stoops down, and before I can think, or react, his mouth is there.

It’s so heated and slick, and at the same time, his beard scratches to leave sparks of pure adrenaline-filled pleasure replacing my blood, as he runs his tongue everywhere.

The noises coming out of me are feral as he lavishes attention on every exposed part of me.

It’s a struggle between letting my head drop back to hit the sheets and staying like this so I can watch him.

He’s fucking hypnotic. So powerful. Muscled shoulders and corded forearms frame my body.

Raine reduces me to rubble and dust and cursed moans.

Sliding his tongue over my balls, followed by long lines up to my weeping crown and then back down to that unbelievably sensitive patch of smooth skin in behind.

His hold on my body is wicked and delicious, bruising me with demanding fingertips all while I’m manhandled into the exact splayed-out feast he demands me to be for him.

He keeps licking and grazing his teeth over all those delicate, begging parts of me until I’m reduced to a writhing mess.

“ Ummphfff . God. Raine. Don’t stop. Ffuuuuuck .”

My cock smears precum all over my stomach, rock-hard and aching for so much more of his mouth than he’s given me so far.

And the gorgeous asshole he is, Raine knows it, too.

With a final tormenting swirl of his tongue tracing the veins along the underside of my shaft, he braces himself over my body, giving me those hooded, darkened eyes as he wraps his lips around just the tip.

It’s enough to have me lifting up off the bed to seek out more, but I feel his mouth curve into a smile, recognizing my desperate attempt to go deeper. God, I just want to sink deeper.

Letting me go on a wet pop, he hums a deep, primal sort of noise and then crawls up my body.

“My sweet thing. Eager for more?” Along his path, there’s a moment’s pause as he stops to torture my nipples, alternating between sharp nips and swirls of his tongue, before sinking against my mouth.

Offering another branding, claiming kiss.

“Please. Please, I missed your cock.” The weight of him on top of my body is absolutely everything. I’m almost sobbing with relief, making muffled pleas onto his tongue all while his bulk blankets me.

“Goddamn, I missed this pretty mouth.” He groans.

A vibration that sends tingles and sparks straight down my spine, from hearing how much I affect him.

I love knowing that I can have such an effect on the strong, usually stoic man that he is.

He crawls up over my face, and my heart lurches when I realize what he’s doing.

Hastily licking my lips, a torrid flood of heat pools in my groin when Raine lowers himself slowly.

The fat head of him is right there, and he proceeds to ease past my waiting lips.

I straight up moan around the velvety smooth weight of him sliding onto my tongue, and simply refuse to have him keep treating me like some fragile thing.

I grab his ass with both hands and pull him deep, stuffing him into the back of my throat. A muffled, garbled noise of pleasure rises fast and needy, as the muskiness of him fills my senses. Heady relief floods through me at finally having him, tasting him.

Raine shudders above me, and over my hammering pulse, I hear him curse violently, his body clenching as he struggles not to start fucking my throat.

I’m pretty certain the way I’m squeezing the globes of his firm ass tells him that’s what I want.

I want all of him. I want to be owned by him. I want everything he has to give.

He showers me with all sorts of ravenous words. Letting me guide him deep as I choke and slurp and concentrate on relaxing my throat. Hearing his perfect mix of filthy wickedness and smooth praise sends me spinning out of my head.

My perfect little hole. Jesus Christ. Listen to yourself. You’re made to choke on me like a dream. Is this what you needed, baby? Gagging to be face fucked until you soak yourself with cum. Does that make it all better?

I swallow around his tip, and the way Raine’s dick swells and his hips jerk is everything.

“That’s...” He groans out a rough, ragged noise. “That’s it. Unghh . Get it nice and sloppy for me.” His hips pulse, and I taste the hint of tangy saltiness burst onto my taste buds as he leaks all over my tongue. “You feel so good. God, you don’t even know how perfect you are.”

When he pulls out, I’m in a daze. There’s no way that I don’t look a mess. Wetness coats my chin and streaks down my face from where my eyes have watered.

Raine dips to run his tongue across my cheeks one by one. “So perfect, my pretty thing.” Hearing him call me that, while licking away those tears is enough to ruin me forever.

“Fuck me. I need you inside me. So bad.” I don’t even care that I’m begging over and over now.

“Rub us together. I need to see you come for me.” There’s so much hunger and desire in his voice that it strips me of any thought but to please him.

As he reaches across to the bedside table, I’m caught up in how powerful he is.

The strength of him. His perfect body and the sexy ink covering him.

How I just want to be connected at all times.

Drifting my touch over his lower stomach, I trace that v shape, following the dusting of dark hair below his navel.

This is real. He’s actually here. Every stroke of my fingertips reminds me that I’m not dreaming any of this.

Raine is the perfect mix of demanding and careful.

He pushes my knees high, settling himself onto one forearm so that we’re pressed together, and I can wrap us both in my palm.

Hooking my leg to give him access, he goes about driving me insane.

Gliding a generous amount of lube over me, teasing my back entrance, and slowly working thick fingers into my ass.

We make out with sloppy, biting kisses, and he alternates that with sucking down on my pulse point.

Those bites and nips along my throat, over my Adam’s apple, it’s all consuming as I do my best to squeeze our cocks together.

The weight of Raine alone creates more than enough exquisite friction, leaving me gasping, groaning loudly as my spine tingles and my balls draw up tight.

“Oh, my—fuck.” He finds that spot with precision.

Repeatedly grazing over that secret place until my body turns into an explosion of light and color.

“ Fffuuck . Unnghhh . I’m gonna come. I’m gonna come for you.

” Searing, pulsating pressure roars through and combusts at the base of my spine.

I’m not even ashamed at how quickly I lose my mind.

Erupting in hot, desperate pulses of cum, my cock jets all over us both while I moan his name.

“That’s it, my good boy. So good for me.

” Raine’s grunts are filled with drugging pleasure against the side of my neck.

He kisses me all along that thumping pulse point while I see stars, and he keeps massaging me from the inside, leaving me jerking and flinching with the intensity of how hard and fast he just made me come.

“Make a goddamn mess, and I’m gonna fuck you until you forget your own name. ”

Too late. I already have. He owns me. Plain and simple. There is nothing but Raine and how much I need him to be inside me.

It’s love and lust and everything perfect in the precision of how he knows to treat me. Raine eases his fingers out before notching his dick there. He’s covered in my cum, and that thought drives me out of my goddamn head.

He fucks me slow and steady. It’s worshipful, without any sense of urgency or hurry.

As if he has all the time in the world to leisurely work his way inside, not like the rampant oversexed mess I was.

Damn him for the way he’s able to slow everything down, to take his time savoring my body.

Each measured, careful glide forward builds my carnal appetite back up gradually, until my dick has somehow filled once more.

Infatuated as always, with his unique brand of pleasure and torment.

“I’m so proud of you. Taking me so well.” His groan is the best sound. Listening to him enjoy the way we fit together is everything. “ Fffffuuuck . This ass is so perfect, I don’t ever want to lose you again.” Strong hands push my knees against my chest as he sinks forward and fills me completely.

My body flushes from head to toe. The weight of him, the pleasurable burn of my body accommodating his thickness, followed by the intensity of having him fully seated inside, leaves my toes curling.

“I fucking love you.” I gasp. Not caring about anything but telling him that on repeat.

Raine makes a sinfully hot noise as he pulls back, then sinks forward so wickedly slow it makes us both groan at how insanely good it feels. “Fuck, you’re such a dream. There you are, swallowing every inch like you were made for this.”

Boneless. That’s all I am. Ruined. Whittled down to nothing more than a puddle of bliss as Raine fucks me into another whimpering, moaning climax.

He pours the depth of his connection to me straight into my veins.

I love you . With each time he says it with his actions, with each thrust, with each moment he rocks us together—those words bury deep in my chest, swelling my heart to bursting.

“Give me your eyes.” His voice is ragged, the effort of holding off long enough for me to be with him.

When I focus on his face, I cling tight and stay right there, trapped in his scorching gaze as he lets out a dark groan and his rhythm falters.

“ Ffffuck . I... fuck, I love you.” Raine drops his forehead into the crook of my neck and buries himself to the hilt, pulsing with the sexiest grunts and pumps of his hips.

And I fucking feel it. The overpowering heat of him.

The slickness. How incredible it feels as his cum shoots forward and he unloads as deep as possible.

I blindly seek out his mouth, his lips, holding him there as we melt into each other.

As I fall even deeper in love with the man I don’t ever want to be parted from again.