shelter.
“It’s the thought of what
lies sleeping beneath the grass, I guess.” I paused and searched my brain for
the best way to express what I was thinking. “The dead were once flesh and
blood. They loved and lost. They experienced great joy and impossible sadness.
Those passions never disappear. They hover like a cloud.” My voice was quiet
beneath the pattering rain. “It’s also a reminder to the living. You only get
one chance. You need to take it.”
I turned toward him. Our
eyes locked.
“You should walk away,”
he said. “I’m damaged.”
“Aren’t we all damaged, at
least a little?”
He took one step closer.
“I’m dangerous, Kat Raney.”
His voice was low and sultry.
“Danger is not
necessarily a reason to avoid doing something,” I whispered.
He pressed his palm
against the side of my face. He grasped my waist and hauled me roughly to him
with the other hand. He kissed me hard and ravenously. I drank in the taste of
his hot and succulent lips. His tongue played in my mouth, twisting and winding
and licking.
In an instant, all of the
barriers that we had erected between us came crashing down into a heap. I
craved his body like a sickness that would never be cured, like a drug that I
would never quit. I needed him more than I needed the breath in my lungs, more
than the blood that surged through my veins.
He pushed me up against a
wooden post, grinding his pelvis against me, his erection strong and thick
through the fabric of his jeans. The rain poured in a solid wall of water just
behind us, blocking out the world beyond. He feverishly pulled at the hem of my
dress, lifting it up over my naked thighs, and ripping my delicate panties over
my hips. They slid loosely down to my ankles. I was wet and throbbing. His
fingers rubbed and stroked and massaged me and then slipped inside, slick and
tight. I moaned with urgent lust.
He kissed and sucked the
side of my neck, ran his tongue along the tops of my breasts that rose round
and smooth. He plucked open the buttons of my bodice one by one with his teeth until
my breasts were naked in the cool air. He sucked forcefully on my hard and
yearning nipples, sending waves of otherworldly pleasure coursing through every
part of my body.
I unzipped his jeans and
wrapped my fingers around his enormous erection. I stroked him rhythmically as
he licked and bit my nipples. He gripped my waist with both hands and pushed me
up higher against the post. I lifted my leg, winding it around his hip.
With a full-throated
groan, he plunged into me, deep and long and thick. The sensation was almost
more than I could bear. He thrust into me again and again. The rain pounded on the
roof. The thunder crashed and rumbled overhead. I coiled my arms around his
shoulders, my fingernails digging into the flesh of his back as he pushed into
me harder and faster. I panted and gasped, my hot breath covering his ear and
neck. He groaned with each powerful thrust, the force of his body holding me up
and his rough hands grasping and kneading my bare flesh. Our bodies moved
together with an animal ferocity, rocking and grinding and surging with an
uncontrolled abandon.
I whimpered and moaned in
the throes of erotic delight. I tightened around him as a spine-tingling wave
of orgasmic frenzy burst through my entire body, arching my back and sending a
cry of ecstatic pleasure from my open mouth. He followed my writhing and
quaking rush with a full, deep, and mighty plunge and a pulsing thrust of
release.
He kissed me and grazed
his lips along my neck, over my collarbone, and onto my naked and heaving
breasts. I wrapped my arms tighter around his shoulders and rested my cheek
against the curve of his neck.
The rain continued to
fall, a soft and steady rhythm that matched the beating of our intertwined
hearts.
We had crossed a line.
Whatever happened from now on, there would be no turning back.
Chapter 10
“You had sex.”
“What?”
Marcie peered at me
“It’s the thought of what
lies sleeping beneath the grass, I guess.” I paused and searched my brain for
the best way to express what I was thinking. “The dead were once flesh and
blood. They loved and lost. They experienced great joy and impossible sadness.
Those passions never disappear. They hover like a cloud.” My voice was quiet
beneath the pattering rain. “It’s also a reminder to the living. You only get
one chance. You need to take it.”
I turned toward him. Our
eyes locked.
“You should walk away,”
he said. “I’m damaged.”
“Aren’t we all damaged, at
least a little?”
He took one step closer.
“I’m dangerous, Kat Raney.”
His voice was low and sultry.
“Danger is not
necessarily a reason to avoid doing something,” I whispered.
He pressed his palm
against the side of my face. He grasped my waist and hauled me roughly to him
with the other hand. He kissed me hard and ravenously. I drank in the taste of
his hot and succulent lips. His tongue played in my mouth, twisting and winding
and licking.
In an instant, all of the
barriers that we had erected between us came crashing down into a heap. I
craved his body like a sickness that would never be cured, like a drug that I
would never quit. I needed him more than I needed the breath in my lungs, more
than the blood that surged through my veins.
He pushed me up against a
wooden post, grinding his pelvis against me, his erection strong and thick
through the fabric of his jeans. The rain poured in a solid wall of water just
behind us, blocking out the world beyond. He feverishly pulled at the hem of my
dress, lifting it up over my naked thighs, and ripping my delicate panties over
my hips. They slid loosely down to my ankles. I was wet and throbbing. His
fingers rubbed and stroked and massaged me and then slipped inside, slick and
tight. I moaned with urgent lust.
He kissed and sucked the
side of my neck, ran his tongue along the tops of my breasts that rose round
and smooth. He plucked open the buttons of my bodice one by one with his teeth until
my breasts were naked in the cool air. He sucked forcefully on my hard and
yearning nipples, sending waves of otherworldly pleasure coursing through every
part of my body.
I unzipped his jeans and
wrapped my fingers around his enormous erection. I stroked him rhythmically as
he licked and bit my nipples. He gripped my waist with both hands and pushed me
up higher against the post. I lifted my leg, winding it around his hip.
With a full-throated
groan, he plunged into me, deep and long and thick. The sensation was almost
more than I could bear. He thrust into me again and again. The rain pounded on the
roof. The thunder crashed and rumbled overhead. I coiled my arms around his
shoulders, my fingernails digging into the flesh of his back as he pushed into
me harder and faster. I panted and gasped, my hot breath covering his ear and
neck. He groaned with each powerful thrust, the force of his body holding me up
and his rough hands grasping and kneading my bare flesh. Our bodies moved
together with an animal ferocity, rocking and grinding and surging with an
uncontrolled abandon.
I whimpered and moaned in
the throes of erotic delight. I tightened around him as a spine-tingling wave
of orgasmic frenzy burst through my entire body, arching my back and sending a
cry of ecstatic pleasure from my open mouth. He followed my writhing and
quaking rush with a full, deep, and mighty plunge and a pulsing thrust of
release.
He kissed me and grazed
his lips along my neck, over my collarbone, and onto my naked and heaving
breasts. I wrapped my arms tighter around his shoulders and rested my cheek
against the curve of his neck.
The rain continued to
fall, a soft and steady rhythm that matched the beating of our intertwined
hearts.
We had crossed a line.
Whatever happened from now on, there would be no turning back.
Chapter 10
“You had sex.”
“What?”
Marcie peered at me
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