Page 77 of Saving the Rain
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 whereI 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 noisecomes 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?”
“Ffffuck.” Kayce groans when I press my mouth forward, pushing against his entrance and massaging him. The strokes of my tongue and beard turn him from a hardened rodeo cowboy to a soft and pliant thing above me, sounding like a wet dream with all the ways he’s struggling not to start incoherently begging. But I can sense it with the way he keeps shifting his weight, opening his legs ever so slightly, tilting his hips. His body chases each glide and swirling lick.
Getting to my feet, I have absolutely no right to be as pleased as I am to hear him bite back a whimpered protest. It absolutely shouldn’t bring me a burning hot satisfaction to hear him respond that way when I take my mouth off him, but there’s no way I’m gonna be able to hold back.
My dick is absolutely aching to feel him clench and squeeze around me again.
“Please don’t stop,” he pants and tries to turn around, but I nip at his shoulder, warning him to stay positioned as he is.
“Keep your hands where they are,” I growl and begin ridding myself of my shirt, quickly followed by my jeans. At the sound of mybelt buckle clanking and the rasp of my zipper, a flurry of goosebumps flies across those strong shoulders.
“How is it so good?” It’s a soft admission, filled with open vulnerability. Craning his neck to watch me undress and grab the lube I collected from my truck. “I still can’t get my head around how it can bethisgood.”
His eyes are hungry, lust-blown pools, glowing with the flames reflected in their midst. As I flick the cap and pour a generous handful into my palm, the sight of each quiver in those defined shoulders of his is delicious. My strong, golden boy looking so ready to take me is an absolute headrush.
“I like seeing you exposed like this,” I tell him, and those spots high on his cheeks deepen a shade at the praise in my gravely words. “So sweet, aren’t you? Giving me access to do as I please with your tight little body.”
When I step behind him, to start running my touch over his ass, spreading the gel around, he lets out a sigh of relief. Now, I get the view of his shoulder blades, the long lines of muscle on either side of his spine, the golden hairs covering his nape that glint a little with each flickering orange glow before us. All those dips and hard outlines shift in a delicious rhythm as his body lets me in.