Page 65 of Saving the Rain
His onyx gaze descends to the swipe of my tongue with ferocity.With desire.
“Not in the way it obviously scares you.”
“I’ve never...” God, I feel like I’m tongue-tied. “Nothing has ever been like this for me.”
Raine grunts, and one of his strong fists reaches for the front of my t-shirt. “Are you trying to hide away, Kayce? Trying to sneak around in the dark so you don’t have to confront who you are?” He holds me tight, but the reality is, he could pin me to the spot using nothing but a whisper. I cannot and do not want to move away from him.
“No. No, that’s not it at all.” Shaking my head, I make no attempt to break away from his gaze. “I just don’t know why it’s you... you’re always there. Burrowed in my brain. I’m constantly searching for hints of you. It’s so fucked up because I know you can’t stand me?—”
“What?” His eyes narrow on me. That word whips between us to interrupt my blabbering.
“I know you hate me.” With a hasty swallow, I wonder if he can feel me quaking. Does he judge me for being such a disaster? Surely, he does. “So, I’m sorry to barge in like this. I bet I’m the last person on earth you want to see right now... I just... I didn’t know where else to go and not feel like I’m losing my mind about everything.”
A loud pop from the fire cannons across the room, and my heart lurches. His fingers tighten in my shirt, and I watch Raine’s eyes slide over my face. I’m transfixed as he tracks down to my lips, and every part of my skin tingles when exposed to the high beam sweep of his gaze.
“I don’t hate you,” he grunts, focus locked on my mouth, and I’m unable to wrench my own attention off his.
“Could’ve fooled me.” I’m not sure what Raine’s expression is right now, but as he watches me breathe those words into the fraction of a gap between us, I feel a rumble of something inside his chest. A dark noise of warning. A look that says he’s just as confused by this magnetic pull going on between us, yet he’s still undecided whether he wants to kill me, or kiss me.
“You frustrate me. You confuse the shit outta me. You downright piss me off.”
Raine drags me into him. So much so, it causes my back to bow. Yanking me by the front of my shirt, our bodies are flush and we’re so close the heat radiates off his massive chest in waves. Tension pulsates and writhes between us as I have to grip hold of his forearms just to steady myself.
“But I could never...” He lets his lips hover over mine, and I’mtremblingbeneath his hold. Every part of me screams to know another of his kisses. To have him give me another hit of the wicked rasp and scrape and taste of him.
The sexiest, rumbly noise bursts forth as he dusts those lips that I so desperately ache for over mine. Relief and a pure lust-fueled appetite coil through me as Raine speaks against my mouth, and I damn near feel like I’m about to fly off into the night sky.
“I could never hate you, snowflake.”
Chapter 28
The soft littlenoise Kayce makes beneath my mouth sends a searing, feverish burst of desire straight down to my toes. I didn’t expect to find him waiting for me, and I certainly had no idea it would be with that tormented look dulling his blue gaze.
And now, here I am, sealing our lips together, losing myself to this undeniable, insatiable hunger forhim.
I don’t know what Kayce wants from this, or why it’s me he’s seeking out, but I don’t really fucking care right now. That continual struggle I’ve been left with—of feeling so inexplicably drawn together—turns into a white-hot blaze roaring through my bloodstream.
My tongue presses past the seam of his mouth, demanding entry, and even though we absolutely should not be kissing, I can’t stop this. To add fuel to the flames, there’s no hesitation in him tonight. He clings onto my forearms, still unsure what to do, but his lips move against mine right from the outset.
He’s as sweet as I remember, and the lingering scent of pine and the dewiness of the mist outside fills my awareness. And the noises—all those fucking noises. He lets out another soft whimper as I take his mouth, letting my kisses turn more forceful. I can’t stop chasing after new ways to have him feeding me those breathy little gasps, to devour the first hint of a moan climbing up his throat.
Everything crackles to life, a bonfire bursting and soaring, and I’m hanging onto decency by a tether. Because right now, all I want is to feel his body writhing beneath mine, to see him fall apart time and again, for me.
I pull back a little, pinching his bottom lip between my teeth, and tug on that soft swell that’s always so damn tempting. He stares back, all wide-eyed and slightly ruffled. Taking in the sight of him like this, it quickly becomes my favorite version of Kayce Wilder. His golden boy look so easily upended with something as innocent as a kiss.
There’s no way that should make my dick jerk in appreciation, but the time for trying to pause and figure out this strange attraction between us is a ship that has long since sailed.
“Tell me why you’re here, Kayce.” My words are low, gritty with craving him. At the pace this is galloping forward, I need to hear it from his lips. Because otherwise, my stepbrother might wake up tomorrow with a head full of regrets and I’ve certainly got zero interest in being any part of that. “Walk out that door right now if you aren’t sure about this.” I let my mouth roam along his shaved jaw, tracing the faintest hint of stubble there.
He swallows and makes a tiny humming sound. Those hesitant fingertips curl tighter against the sleeves of my shirt.
“I don’t know why I’m here.” His words dissolve into the sluttiest little noise when I start kissing the side of his throat. Goddamn, the way that turns me feral. It’s like every part of him I touch, every patch of bare skin I come into contact with, has him reacting like no one has ever explored that part of him before. And fuck my life, that drives me wild in a way it has absolutely no business doing.
“Then I think you should leave,” I murmur against his pulse point, nipping the delicate skin. That sting—the pressure of my teeth marked into his flesh—leaves him shuddering and arching his neck. Offering up that sensitive part of his body for more attention. Kayce might be saying he doesn’t know what he wants, or why he turned up on my doorstep after dark, but his body sure as hell does.
He gasps when I do it again, a little harder this time, then suck down to ease the sting.
“I—I don’t want to leave.”