Free After the Rain by Karen-Anne Stewart Page A

Feeling herself hurtling towards the edge, she pushes away, wanting to hold on to this hedonic sensation for as long as possible. The fire in his eyes burns straight through her, and she basks in the glow of his flame.
    Kas groans with anticipation when her fingers slowly trace the muscles on his chest, down his torso, over his hip, and across his powerful thigh to the imposing part of him she knows she owns. Giving her total control, he lays on his back, watching his beautiful wife savor every second of being in charge of delivering him captivating satisfaction.
    Seeing her impending release, he intensifies the sensations, plunging into her, his body fulfilling her every erotic thought that has passed through her complicated, bewitching mind. When she cries out, he buries himself inside of her, diving off the same edge right along with her.
     

     
    The dance club is loud, filled beyond capacity, and permeated with feral, sweating bodies pulsating to the electric beat. Raina can feel the carefree energy invade her from two steps inside the door. The mood of the crowd is contagious, and she finds herself moving to the music, her hips swiveling against Kas as they are practically melded together making their way to the bar.
    “Darlin’, if you don’t stop that I’m throwing you over my shoulder and taking you home right now,” Kas informs her, giving her his silk liquid heat inducing grin, “I don’t know how you talked me into to going dancing anyway.”
    “Aw, you love it, don’t deny it,” she winks.
    “I love you , I can’t deny that, which is why I let you drag me here,” he returns the wink, intensifying the heat between her thighs even more.
    “Whatareya drinking, honey?” the bartender asks hurriedly, her long, impeccably straight blond hair falling over her shoulder as she leans towards Kas, shaking a mixed drink in her left hand, causing her perky breasts to bounce robustly with the motion.
    “A mojito, water, and whatever you have on draft,” Kas gives his order before stepping aside so Chase, Seth, and Sara can give theirs.
    Raina takes a long sip of the water, already parched by the body heat in the crowded club. Sara grabs her hand and Seth’s arm, dragging them onto the dance floor.
    “I thought you wouldn’t be caught dead dancing with Seth,” Raina teases.
    “Hey!” Seth complains.
    “I’ve missed you too much. I guess I’ll reduce myself to your gyrations just this once.”
    “Gee, thanks,” he grumbles playfully.
    Kas leans back against the bar, watching his wife laughing and having a good time, finally acting her young age. He loves her maturity, but seeing her so vibrant and carefree lightens his soul.
    “You had to let them talk you into dancing?” Chase chastises Kas, “I was counting on you being the bad guy and saying no.”
    “Don’t blame me because you’re whipped and caved the second Sara suggested it,” Kas jabs, laughing.
    “Looks like you’re whipped, too, bro. I don’t recall you putting your foot down when Raina turned those doe eyes on you.”
    Glancing back at his girl, Kas has no problem admitting that he’d do anything for her. The bartender hands them the rest of their drinks, giving them both a second glance before an appreciative smile curves her lips and she turns to the next person shouting out his drink order. Taking a few minutes to find a table, their drinks aren’t quite as full when they sit from being bumped repeatedly making a path through the crowd.
    They have a vantage point of view of the three friends reacquainting themselves on the dance floor. Kas catches the look in Chase’s eyes as he watches Sara and bursts out laughing.
    “What?” Chase asks, taking a sip of his beer.
    “When you gonna ask her?”
    “Ask who what?”
    Kas punches him in the arm, making his beer slosh, “C’mon, you know exactly what I’m talking about.”
    Chase puts the beer glass to his lips, trying to hide his huge grin. “I’m thinking about asking