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Macie

The rain soaks through my shirt and begins running in rivulets down my skin, but I can’t find it in myself to care as Leon’s tongue strokes mine and his hands slide down my back until he squeezes my ass.

I moan into the kiss as the move presses us tighter together, the unmistakable hardness of his length presses against my stomach.

Opening up and telling him what I’ve been through was hard. I’ve never spoken those words out loud before, but I knew I needed to. Much like him, my past has been poisoning me slowly for years.

The reason I hide in the shadows, too afraid to poke my head above the parapet and really embrace who I really am, how I really want to live all stems from those years being forced to live under my uncle’s roof and being utterly terrified to do the wrong thing.

I know that one day he would take things too far, I just never thought it would involve someone other than me.

My feet leave the ground as the rain continues to lash at us, cooling my quickly heating skin as Leon walks us somewhere.

I’m so lost to him, in the relief from the memories of my past that I don’t even care where we’re going.

Right now, I’d let him walk me right in the pits of hell if it meant he never lets me go.

I can barely remember a time where I felt safe, but being in his arms right now, it reminds me that I did once have this feeling. I was too young to appreciate it, to acknowledge it until it was gone.

But I feel it right now.

No matter how much our pasts want to drag us under, I know that while I’m in his arms that I’ll never go under.

It’s scary. Terrifying. Especially because the rational side of my brain knows that I shouldn’t trust a single word that comes out of his mouth.

I panic when he bends and begins lowering me down. I dig my nails into his shoulders, making him growl but the second my back connects with the hood of his car, I relax slightly. Well that is until he drags me down so my pussy rubs against his length.

“Oh God,” I moan into our kiss as the rain pounds down around us.

“I need you, Macie. I need you so fucking bad,” he moans against my lips. His hands skate up my stomach, squeezing my breasts until it just starts to hurt.

My back arches off his car, offering myself up to him when he releases me in favor of the buttons running down the front of my shirt.

He drags the fabric open the second he’s undone the last button and immediately goes for the clasp on my bra.

“Leon,” I moan as the cold rain splashes on my burning skin, tickling as it runs off me.

Dragging his lips from my neck and down my chest, he captures one of my nipples, lapping at the rain water and searing my sensitive skin with the heat of his tongue.

My back arches once more as my fingers thread through his soaked hair holding him against me as I shamelessly roll my hips against him.

“You’re the only thing that makes it go away, Red. You’re the only one I can be myself with. You’re the only one who understands,” he says, pained and unfiltered emotion in his voice as he kisses down my stomach, leaving my bare breasts open to the elements once more.

Sliding his hands up my thighs, he pushes my skirt around my waist a second before the most incredible sound falls from his lips.

A laugh. A full on belly laugh.

For a second, it feels so good to hear it that I forget about my current predicament.

In a rush, I push up on my elbows to find what’s amused him so much to see him staring at my panties with a wide smile on his face.

“Oh shit,” I hiss, remembering what I mindlessly dragged up my legs this morning.

My cheeks heat as I watch him stare at me. Water drips from his hair and face, his sodden shirt sticking to every sculpted line and indent of his body.

“You’ve got no idea what you do to me, do you?” His eyes roam up my body, finally meeting mine and I gasp at the desire staring back at me.