Chapter 15 An Experiment in Melting in the Rain
He tasted like salt and rain and chocolate.
His beard scratched against my skin as I licked across the seam of his lips and sucked his bottom lip between mine, biting down.
He moaned into my mouth, and I ground my body against him.
His hands were on my thighs, digging into me, pulling me closer. I wanted more. I wanted to devour him.
The wind picked up and I pulled away. Not enough to open my eyes. Not enough to break the spell. Just enough so that I could mumble across his lips. “Is this okay?”
His hands tightened on my thighs. They would leave a mark. I held my breath for a second and then another. He let out a breath but said nothing. Shit. I pulled farther away, giving him some room, and started to shift.
“No. It’s not.” The words came out just and firm and solid as he ever was. I pulled in a breath and my eyes widened.
“Shit. Shit, Tadhg, I’m so sorry—”
His hands moved to my ass and pulled me in tight against him. His voice came back lower, a slow scrape of steel against rock. A quiet growl. “It’s not enough.”
My stomach plummeted so fast it took my breath away. Then he was standing, holding me where I was, and we were walking, and my head was spinning, and my breaths were so ragged, and I could still taste him, and when he flung us down onto a patch of wet grass, a desperate whimper broke free from me.
He was on top of me, with all of his weight, and I wanted more.
I wrapped my legs around him, arching into him, pulling him down to kiss him again.
His tongue slid across my lips, and then he kissed his way down my chin and slowly across the arch of my neck as I sucked in big gulps of cold air.
He kissed his way right down the line of my body—across the dip in my clavicle, across my shirt, breathing out warm breath through my wet clothes, between my breasts, across my belly.
I grabbed his head, twisting my fingers into his thick, wet hair as he hovered, just an inch or two of burning electricity above the crotch of my leggings.
He looked up and locked eyes with me, the question in them clear.
I nodded and pulled his mouth to me with a groan from deep in my chest. Hot breath curled through my damp leggings.
His mouth was on me, working against the wet fabric as I pushed into him.
It was way too much and nowhere near enough.
I thought that I might actually lose it and come against his mouth—just like this, in the rain, with two layers of wet fabric between us and me so needy for him that my legs were shaking.
“I’m taking these off,” he said.
Then, one leg at a time, he pulled off my shoes and socks.
He straightened out again and slipped his fingers under the waist of my leggings and locked eyes with me, and his face was every bit as serious and his brow every bit as stern as if I’d angered him all over again.
The look in his eyes made my stomach flip.
“Please.” The word slipped from me so desperately that I barely even knew I’d said it.
And then my leggings were off, and I was half naked in the grass and cold of the driving rain.
He slipped his huge hands under my ass, and his mouth came over me, and it was so warm, impossibly hot, and as he licked up the seam of me, I cried out.
No one was there to hear it but the storm.
His beard rasped against my skin as his tongue dipped inside me.
My eyes rolled back as I groaned. I couldn’t take it.
Pleasure rose and crashed against me like waves, sucking me under, taking me with it until I shattered in his hands, jerking as he pulled me harder against his mouth, with a growl of his own against me.
Each breath came out with a moan and a whimper as I spiraled back down into my body, until I was laughing.
“Fuck,” I said hoarsely. “Fuck.” I breathed in and opened my eyes and he was above me again, but gentle this time, holding his weight on his arms. He kissed me softly.
“You taste fucking incredible,” he said so low that I could barely hear it. I kissed him back, harder this time. “Now get dressed and let’s get out of this rain.”
No.
“No fucking way.”
There was no chance I was going anywhere. I wrapped my naked legs around his clothed ones and pulled him closer, and I kissed him roughly. He was hard. So hard. I needed more. And then I flipped him, the whole huge weight of him, until he was under me.
I ground against him, slow at first, my body still weak, but built to a rhythm. His hands cupped my breasts and rubbed at my nipples through the cold fabric, and I rubbed harder.
“Fuck, Maya.” He dragged my name between his teeth, and it made my stomach flutter. I grabbed at my wet shirt and pulled it off, then dragged my wet sports bra off as well.
The sound he made—I felt it everywhere.
He rubbed both hands over my cold, naked breasts, goose bumps across every inch of bare skin, my nipples almost painfully tight in the rain, and he swore again. He rolled my nipples under his thumbs and I lost it then, whatever little shred of control I had left.
I unbuckled his belt and then his zipper and pulled him from his boxers. His hips bucked as I slid my hands down the hard length of him. Then it was my slick body I rubbed against him as he groaned, hands on my hips.
“Can I? I want you so badly.”
He nodded. “Christ, yes.”
We locked eyes through the rain. “Tell me.”
“Yes, Maya. Fuck! I’ll go mad if you don’t.”
I sat straight up and slowly, ever so slowly, slid down over the huge length of him, my body stretching to make room for every inch.
He growled and his fingers dug harder into my hips, but he didn’t pull me harder against him, he let me adjust to his size, let me set the pace.
We moved together. The rain poured down over my naked skin.
He cursed as his hands moved back to my breasts, calluses grazing against them as the cold rain slid over me.
I was dizzy, panting, I didn’t even recognize the scratch of my own moans as they grew louder with each breath.
“Go ahead, sweetheart.”
The sound of his voice did something to me.
I threw my head back and I rocked against him and opened my mouth to the rain as I let loose some animal yell, some primal, visceral thing that clawed its way up my throat and took hold of me.
I thought of nothing. I wasn’t me anymore.
He wasn’t him. I was completely lost to anything but sensation.
To everything but the feel of him in my body, stretching and filling every part of me.
The storm matched our fury, and the wind howled as we rode each other until I shattered all over again, this time with him inside me.