his waist.
Clothes fell to the ground as he claimed her mouth again. She was hot, despite the cold rain that drenched them. He kissed her neck and throat, tasting her, tasting the clean rain on her skin. Her breasts were swollen, her nipples taut under the onslaught of the icy rain. The cold turned to searing flame as his mouth closed over her nipple, heating up as he sucked hard, until he heard her cry out for more.
He lay her on the ground and stared at the beauty of her arching body. The rain pebbled her skin, pooling in the indentation at the base of her throat, collecting in a little pool in her navel.
He bent over her, his tongue dipping into the water, drinking from her. She gasped, his hips tilting toward him. His hands stroked her hips, her stomach, up to her breasts again. He kissed her belly, leaving a thread of hot kisses and tender bites as he blazed a trail first to her hipbone, then down the length of those delicious thighs, stopping short of her core. He spread her legs open, baring her to him, baring her heated flesh to the cool rain and the dark heavens.
Before he slipped his finger into her slit, he knew she'd be hot and slick and ready for him. She cried out, the sound stolen by a gust of wind.
When he placed his mouth over her slick folds, she bucked against him, but he held her firm, opening her wider as he plunged his tongue deep within her, using his tongue to make her wild. He sucked her clit, his tongue circling the hard nub, feeling her thighs clench, her breathing come in short bursts.
Before she came, he thrust his arm around her waist and lifted her off the grass, flipping her around until she was on her knees. She let out a squeak, then moaned as he slid a finger inside her again. This time he didn't wait. He knew she was there, teetering on the brink of exploding. He grabbed her thighs, spreading her wide, and sank deeply inside her.
On his knees, he held her tight, pulling her on to his lap. She squeaked as she teetered forward. "I got you. I won't let you fall," he said, plunging into her. She leaned back, arching her body, angling her mouth toward him and as he kissed her, he drove deeper into her.
Her thighs clenched and her body began to convulse, and Marek slammed into her one last time. They exploded together as lightning struck above them and thunder crashed, enveloping them with the raw power of nature.
He'd never felt anything so perfect in his life.
23. CARSON
A FTERWARD , THEY LAY THERE IN the rain, naked under the steel sky. She should have felt exposed, but strangely, she felt one with nature, as if this part of her had lain dormant all these years.
With Marek, anything seemed possible.
When she shivered, he shifted and got to his feet. "We'd better get inside before you freeze to death." He smiled as she struggled to pull the wet tee back over her head.
Dressing in the sodden clothes seemed silly, but she did it anyway, feeling a little shy now that the mood had lightened.
"That's a good look on you." Marek teased, his eyes settling on the wet fabric as it clung to her breasts.
She swiped at him but didn't bother to cover herself as they headed back toward the house. But before they left the cover of the trees, Marek stopped.
"Carson," he said, his voice holding a note of seriousness that made her come to a standstill.
She turned to him, worried now. "What's wrong?"
"There's something I need to tell you. Something you deserve to know before you go ahead with this," he said, as he moved his hand back and forth to indicate the two of them.
"Okay," she said slowly, wary now, watching his eyes darken. Whatever he wanted to tell her, it looked like he was struggling with it. She placed a hand on his forearm. "Whatever it is, you can tell me," she said, her tone encouraging and comforting.
But it seemed to do nothing to ease the troubled expression in his eyes. He shook his head. "I'm not sure you'll agree once you hear the truth."
She faced him, folding her