9. Raine

CHAPTER 9

Raine

I sigh and burrow deeper into warmth, a spicy scent enveloping me and easing the anxiety that's been eating at me since yesterday's shit show of a day.

My body perks up and I stifle a moan when my hand brushes against something hard and delicious. Knight stiffens under me and I suck in a sharp breath.

"Raine? Are you okay?" He doesn't move, doesn't even seem to breathe.

But my hand reaches out of its own volition and touches him, petting his broad chest and feeling the light pelt of dark hair that dapples his muscles and the smooth skin underneath it. He's taut and tense and doesn't seem to know what to do.

But I do. This is where I've always wanted to be. Where I know that I belong.

I gently brush across his lower belly and he sucks it in, his breathing turning raspy and low. He groans and sighs, his lean hips following my hand.

"I'm begging you, Raine. Stop while you still can. While I can keep this from going too far," he growls.

"I don't want you to stop."

That's the last thing I hear except for the harsh rasp of his voice in my ear as I crawl up and straddle him, petting his chest like he's my favorite kitten.

He groans and closes his eyes, his hips thrusting up into mine. "Oh god, raindrop. Don't stop. Please don't stop."

I can't. I lean down slowly and my mouth teases his lightly. Until he closes his teeth on my lower lip and tugs it lightly between his teeth. He growls and shifts and I feel his unfettered hardness pressing into my core where we're now lined up perfectly.

I groan and he growls into my mouth, his kiss igniting a wildfire that flames up and burns all my inhibitions to ashes.

I can't think beyond my fingertips dancing across the rippling muscles of his stomach that flex under my fingers. I slip down and my fingers catch at the waistband of his loose sweatpants, tugging them down until his hard length springs free.

He sucks in a breath and my eyes lock on his, the blazing heat in them fueling the rapid incineration of my last argument against this.

My lips press into his belly and then lower still until my mouth closes around the tip of him. His skin is like velvet on my tongue, sweet and musky.

He pants and his hands fist in my hair, tangling it until he can see what I'm doing. "You don't have to do this, raindrop."

But I ignore him and slip my mouth down further, sucking him in until I'm gagging on him and he's growling and snarling like a wild beast under his breath.

I don't know what stops us but all of a sudden, he snaps and lifts me up by my armpits. His eyes flash with a hungry light and I want nothing more than to devour him whole. I've never felt like this with anyone and it shocks me that it's with this man.

My limp body slides along him and he sets me down on his lap. I can feel his dick pushing at my lower region. "I need you," I hiss.

"You're gonna get me, raindrop. Just as soon as I'm sure that's what you really want. You've had a rough day and you're feeling strange and it's making you not think clearly."

"I am thinking clearly, Knight."

He nods. "I believe you think that."

"I mean it. Let me have this, Knight. Please."

He grinds his teeth and I take my shot, leaning forward to press my body up against him, rubbing and skimming my lips and teeth down his throat until he groans and then picks me up and carries me to the bedroom. He drops me to the bed and then steps back to start shedding his clothes quickly, angrily.

"Take off your clothes if this is what you want, Raine." I wish he'd called me raindrop instead of Raine. It feels sweeter, more intimate.

But I rip my shirt over my head and then take ahold of my jeans and unzip them, shimmying out of them until I'm lying on the bed, totally bare. I've never seen a man who licks his lips when he sees you naked. Like he's dreaming about tasting you.

My body tingles and throbs and I rub my thighs together, begging, pleading without words for him. He crawls up over me and his fingers dance along my folds, spreading my slick everywhere. "You're so wet, raindrop."

"I need you now. Please, Knight."

"I don't want to hurt you."

"I'm so ready. You can tell. Feel how wet I am for you."

He groans and then he slides up until he's right over top of me. His eyes soften. "Are you sure?"

"Now, Knight."

And he thrusts hard and deep, stealing my breath and pushing me up the bed with the force of his thrust.

We roll and writhe and twist together, lost in the feel of our skin sliding over each other, our mouths and tongues dipping into sweet spots that make us moan and twist in ecstasy.

His mouth runs along my throat and then his teeth bite my soft skin. My fingers grasp his hips and pull hard at him, fighting to lose control finally.

"Now, Gray. Now."

He loses control and his lean hips thrust into me over and over, pounding me mercilessly until the sharp pain and pleasure mix and a red haze creeps over my eyes, stealing my breath. Warmth pools in my belly like syrup and my thighs tighten around his hips, yanking him tighter to me.

He growls and thrusts, his mouth skating along my breasts and taking a sharp nip and that sends me over the edge and straight into pleasure that drags me into oblivion.

Knight's shouts follow me as I slide into a gray haze of satisfaction and peace.