Page 91 of Saving the Rain
Raine shakes his head and plucks at my jacket, reminding me to take it off. I’m thoroughly addicted to the way his lips quirk as he takes in more of the details of the outfit. Leaning a little closer, he flicks the dangling gold cross earring clipped on.
As he does, the pad of his finger grazes my jaw and sends a thud straight to my balls. I could never have imagined the smallest, faintest hint of a touch from this man could have such an impact on my body.
“Can I take a shower to get all this crap off?” Pulling at my hair and all the stickiness gluing it to stand on end, I grimace.
“Can you help me figure out how the hell to get rid ofthiswhile you’re at it?” Raine scoffs and circles a palm in front of his demon-eyes.
Trapping my bottom lip under a biting hold, I nod. This time, with a racing, skittering pulse, I reach for his hand. He doesn’t pull away. Instead, allows me to lead him to the bathroom, where we end up chest to chest in his shower, scrubbing at costume paint and, in my case, washing my hair to get rid of the gel.
Raine needs a few attempts at the layers coating his eye sockets until all the black has washed away, remnants swirling the drain at our feet. As he does, I’m slowly doing the same, but mostly find myself trapped in a daze, checking him out from behind my fingers.
God, he’s stunning. All those slopes and planes of his muscles become more defined, perfectly highlighted by running water. I love the way his body isn’t for show, but is strong all the same. He’s not training for a certain physique, and if anything, the way his stomachholds a little softness while slightly indented at the sides, just makes him even sexier.
I want to run my handseverywhere. So that’s what has me damn well tackling him against the wall with soap.
“Let me do it this time?”
Raine lets his hands drop, then devastates me with a twitch of his lips while leaning back. Those onyx eyes are heavy-lidded as I start to lather over his chest, tracing the path of his broad shoulders and down to those biceps honed by years of ranching.
“You’re really hot,” I breathe as rivulets of water trace over my lips. “Do you even know?”
I can’t look him in the face as I say it. The whole notion of telling mystepbrothersomething like that out loud is the kind of madness that should have me snapping out of it. Hearing those words pass my lips should be the incantation that clears my haze, freeing me from this unhealthy fascination with someone I can’t possibly be so pulled under by, can’t possibly feel such a strong urge to be with.
Yet, nothing approaching that occurs. If anything, all it does is make me want to erase the words step and brother and replace them with something else. Boyfriend, maybe? I don’t even know. Gnawing the inside of my cheek—watching my hands descend his stomach, following the path the water spray maps out for me—I realize that even that word doesn’t feel right to describe what we are. It feels too immature, too fleeting, too easily forgotten, as girlfriends and boyfriends tend to be over the course of a lifetime.
“You like my body?” Raine keeps his shoulders against the wall but drags the backs of his fingers up my stomach, starting from the spot where the dusting of hair thickens just above my erection. We’re both rock-hard but haven’t touched each other properly yet. I guess knowing that we’ve got all night to indulge our yearning allows me the freedom to explore, and generously adore other parts of him.
Dipping my head forward to kiss the tattoo of the wolf sitting above his heart, I hum softly. “Insanely gorgeous.” The truth of that confession probably isn’t loud enough to be heard over the running water, but I keep my lips pressed against him.
Raine lets his fingers slide up to curl into my washed hair,running up my nape, leaving a scattering of goosebumps flying across my skin in the wake of his caress. It’s perfectly him, with just enough firmness there to drag me up to his mouth so he can kiss me, while also staying in this gentle place we’ve paused in... until this moment.
“Aren’t you cute when you’re horny.” He draws my bottom lip into his mouth to suck down and turns the shower off.
From that point on, we’re ravenous for each other. Towels are only a cursory thing. Hardly stopping to bother with anything like properly drying ourselves, it’s just him and his mouth on me as we stay connected through a hurried stream of passionate kisses, tumbling onto the bed.
When he takes hold of the reins, it’s unquestionably my favorite thing. I’m spread out beneath his bulk, staring up at him as he kneels between my thighs and works my body. With expert hands, he preps me, all while keeping that glittering, hooded gaze locked with mine.
Raine tells me how pretty he thinks I am. How much of a good boy I am. And with each gradual slide of his lubed-up fingers, each time he pushes my knees higher, my body comes alive... just for him.
“Oh fuck.Fffffuck.” I writhe as he finally, fucking finally, closes a fist around my swollen length. He coats me in lube and treats me to long, drugging pulls from root to tip, before reaching lower to tease my balls. I’m too easily begging, far too quickly feeding him all the pathetic sounds that I didn’t ever think I would make. But where his compelling touch is concerned, it always feels mind-altering.
“No girl can give you this, can they?” Something fierce takes over his voice as he strokes me harder from both inside and where his rough handling of my cock works me in slick glides up and down. “No one else can give you what you crave, will they?”
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 wantsand 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.”