Free Ask No Tomorrows by Rita Hestand Page B

hadn’t expected her to react
like that. For a second she seemed to draw breath, waiting to see
if he would let the moment continue. Or scold her for her actions.
But the touch of her cheek, and the way her head moved so that she
could kiss his fingertips, had him seeking her this time. “Right now, we aren’t no color, girl.
We’re just two people, scared out of our minds, and I think we’re
about to meet our maker. And we need each other…” Sam said
somewhere near her lips, his warm breath caressing her. “We shore
do…”
    There were no
right words for the moment, no permissions asked. Her breath was
sweet and warm against his cheek as she gasped several times, when
he bent his head to touch her lips with his own once more. This
time he took possession, a sweet, longing possession that surprised
them both.
    Protecting
Riley was the sweetest pleasure of his life and he couldn’t stop
the kisses any more than he could stop breathing.
    He gently
pulled away just enough to gasp for air, then again he kissed her,
this time letting go of all inhibitions, pulling her closer,
tasting the salt on her lips, and using his tongue to gently open
them.
    This shouldn’t
be happening, his mind seemed bent on destroying the sweet torture.
But he couldn’t quite let her go, couldn’t turn loose of the sweet
taste of her mouth on his.
    He felt the
quick thud of her heart, felt the heat rise between them and pulled
her solidly against him, groaning from how eager her young body was
to fuse with his.
    For an instant
Sam resisted, pulling away, as though weighing the decision to
continue, but the innocent exploration of her mouth had him hunting
for her lips in the darkness, seeking them, probing them, caressing
them with his own. God Himself knew he couldn’t fight this
temptation. Her lips seemed to melt into his, when at last he found
them and swept his lips over hers in an unhurried fashion. As
though there was no storm. He was teasing her, but instead he found
he teased himself for the friction between them was thick as
molasses, and the silent hunger to devour her lips with his own
outweighed his intentions. Just touching them ignited a flame
within him he could barely control, didn’t want to control. But
when she opened to him and let him in, the world around them
disappeared. No longer did the tornado threaten them for they were
lost in feelings now. The storm disappeared; it was only the two of
them and their feelings.
    Only feelings,
sweet scents, and tasting heaven mattered.
    The kiss
seemed to go on forever, as the tornado outside whirled above them,
taking with it the storm door and everything above them. She
wrapped her legs around him and hung on. He held her close, and
continued his wild exploration of her sweet lips.
    “ Don’t let me go Sam, don’t let me go…” she whispered somewhere
near his ear.
    “ I
got you…I sure do…don’t be scared now. Don’t listen, don’t think
about anything but me kissin’ you, you hear me…?”
    “ Y-yes, Sam…” she shivered as his lips touched hers once more
and this time he held her as the ripping sound above them pulled
the door loose, and bit by bit away. The roar of the tornado was
above them now, and Sam held her as though their lives depended on
that hold. Her hair blew upward, her clothes, but she obviously
lost herself to his kiss, as she relaxed in his arms and swooned
from his kisses.
    He tasted the
peaches on her lips, the sweet reminder on her tongue and he lost
himself to the moment as she moaned into his throat and her hands
tightened around his neck. Enfolding her in his arms, he held her
roughly so she couldn’t be pulled into the vortex of the storm, but
instead she pressed ever closer, seeming to lose herself in his
kisses, fusing herself to him. She clutched him tighter and moved
to mold herself against him. He held her there, in a tight,
intimate embrace for long dizzying seconds as their lips mated and
the storm began to pass.
    Mating,