“Don’t you feel it?” she whispered, her fingers moving to the buttons of his shirt.
She wanted to see his bare chest, the rain running through the mat of dark chest hair, drenching the corded muscles of his upper body.
Within minutes she had the shirt opened and pushed it from his shoulders. Still, Chase watched. It added to the eroticism, made her feel somehow more wicked, sexier.
“Do you know what you’re doing?” he questioned her, his voice rough, his expression tightening with lust. “I’m going to end up fucking you on the damned balcony, Jaci.”
“Good thing you have lots of trees around here, then.” She smiled up at him before glancing out at the grounds around the warehouse. Huge, stately oaks grew high and close, sheltering the open balcony.
One hand lifted from her waist to cup her cheek, and he danced her back to the brick wall, his hard body sheltering her from the force of the rain. She forgot about Chase—forgot about everything but the pleasure burning inside her.
The other hand slid around, flattened against her lower stomach, and pressed demandingly against her, as his head lowered.
The taste of the rain and her kiss was intoxicating. Cam was certain he had never known anything, any woman, that had ever tasted as good as Jaci. His tongue swiped over her lips, drew in the raindrops that clung to them, before he caught the lower curve of her lip between his teeth and nipped at it erotically.
She jerked against him in response, her breath coming hard and fast now, her body heating, despite the water pouring over her.
Her body curved against his, her lower stomach cushioning the erection throbbing beneath his slacks, her breasts pressed into his bare chest.
The cool rain did nothing to tamp the fire burning inside him. She was like a drug in his system now, and he wondered how the hell he would survive if he didn’t manage to bind her to him.
“This is so good,” she panted, as his lips moved from hers to the curve of her jaw, and lower on her neck. “Feeling you like this, Cam—all over. Like the rain.”
He grimaced as he buried his head in her neck. Going slow and easy with her was killing him. His control was so damned frayed, it was all he could do to force himself to hold back.
He slid his palm lower on her stomach, his fingertips pressing against the mound between her thighs, rotating, caressing the flesh just above her clit through the material of her jeans.
He wanted those damned pants off her.
“I have to feel you,” he groaned. The words were rasping, his voice guttural, an indication of his loss of control.
Damn, he’d never had trouble controlling himself with a woman. Never known a time that he couldn’t draw the pleasure out, make her scream before he reached the point that he had to bury himself inside her. Until now.
He gripped the hem of her shirt and drew it up her body. As he leaned back, he watched as her arms lifted gracefully, the clinging material peeling off her flesh to reveal paradise beneath.
Tossing the shirt aside, he flicked open the clip of her bra and drew it away from the swollen mounds of her breasts.
His mouth watered at the sight of her tight, hard little nipples. They were flushed a ruby red, puckered, and seemed to beg for his kiss.
His head lowered as he felt her hands on his shoulders, her nails raking across his flesh.
He should take her inside. Hell, he knew he should take her inside, out of the rain, but he couldn’t seem to force himself to do it. She was made for the caress of the raindrops—water running along her flesh, soaking her as she burned for him.
Pulling back his hands, he attacked the bright yellow belt that had teased him all day. It cinched her slender hips, drew the eye to the sway of her ass. He loosened it quickly, before undoing the metal snap and zipper. Within seconds his fingers were pushing into the sweltering heat of her pussy, penetrating the tight tissue, and drawing a ragged cry from both of them.
“That’s not fair,” she panted, jerking to her tiptoes, her back arching as her face flushed with pleasure.
He loved watching her face. Watching the pleasure suffuse it as her incredible eyes became dazed from the surfeit of sensations.
He raked his teeth over the upper curve of her breast as he lowered a hand to his slacks.
He released the belt and the closure to the pants quickly, drawing the material aside to release the heavy length of his cock.
He was dying for her.
“Not yet.” Her nails skimmed along his shoulders as her lips moved to his neck. “This time I get to have fun.”
“Damn, Jaci, my control is shot.” He grimaced as her lips moved from his neck to his shoulder, then his chest.
She was going down, that incredible body shifting and flexing in his arms, as her lips followed the trails of water flowing down his chest.
He couldn’t feel the rain now. All he felt was the heat, the caress of her fingers and her lips against his chest, his abdomen. Her nimble little tongue dipped into his belly button, then licked and stroked farther down. Slowly, so fucking slowly.
“I’ve dreamed of this.” She was on her knees in front of him, one hand cupping his balls, the other gripping the hard length of his cock.
“Jaci. Baby, this is dangerous.” He tried to keep his voice full of warning, but it was more desperate, harder, hungrier than he could remember it ever being.
Then she leaned forward and licked the dark, engorged crest.
The feel of the cooling rain, her heated tongue, her silken fingers stroking him combined, until he threw his head back and felt the throttled groan that tore from his throat.
As though that sound were all she needed, her liquid, hot mouth enclosed the engorged crest and began suckling at the throbbing heat with soul-destroying pleasure.
Before Cam could halt the impulse, his hands were buried in her saturated hair, clenching in the silken strands, as he pulled, moving her, as his hips followed, fucking her lips as pleasure swamped him.
Hell. He stared down at her, watching the heavily veined flesh as she stroked it, watched as her mouth caressed him, and had to fight back the need to come.
He could feel the wicked trails of sensation tightening his balls and traveling up his spine. The back of his head tingled, and dark, desperate impulses began to fire inside his brain.
He stared down at her, watching her suck him—hell, love him with her mouth. He could feel the difference. No other woman had touched him like this. He had never been touched the way Jaci touched him. The expression on her face, the way she touched, there was nothing more inside her but the need to give pleasure. The need to make him feel.
He watched her face, saw the dazed pleasure in it. There was nothing depraved, no ulterior motives, there was nothing in her face but pleasure. Just that. She enjoyed it.
He felt mesmerized by her face, and when her eyes opened, the green-and-brown orbs staring up at him with desperate hunger, he lost it.
In all his life, Cam had never lost control of his orgasms. Control had always been there for one reason or another. But when Jaci stared up at him, her eyes darkening, dilating with hunger, her mouth sucking him with wicked innocence, her expression flushed and filled with need, he couldn’t hold back.
He tried to pull back. He jerked a hand from her hair, gripped the rigid, pulsing stalk of his cock and tried to pull it from her mouth.
Her hand tightened on his balls, the other wrapped over his, and her whimper of need rippled over the swollen crest as the first desperate spurt of cum shot from the tip.
A growl tore from his throat as she took him. Her mouth became hotter, snugger, the suckling cavern drawing more and more from him, until he was shuddering in reaction, his knees weakening as he filled her mouth with his release.
And still he needed more of her. He couldn’t believe how stiff, how hard he still was. He couldn’t believe the hunger flowing into him as he pulled her to her feet and jerked her jeans down her legs, pushing her to the soaked pad of the sun lounge behind her.
He knew Chase was watching. That was enough this time. He was there, centering him, holding him back. He hoped. There were so many emotions tearing through him that, hell, he couldn’t tell anymore if it helped or not. All he knew was this time, just him and Jaci. The need for it was killing him.
Unlacing and removing her boots took only seconds. The sodden jeans and panties were stripped from her legs, and he had only a brief moment to thank God that the privacy railing around the deck was high enough to hide what was going on behind it.
He tore his shoes from his feet, peeled his pants off his legs, then knelt at the bottom of the lounge, pushed his hands beneath her ass and pulled her to his mouth.
Her legs curled over his shoulders as he buried his lips in the heated syrup of her pussy. He licked and stroked, pursed his lips and kissed the tender bud of her clit until she writhed in his grip.
Jaci was awash in sensuality, in complete sensual overload. She arched to Cam’s devouring mouth, twisted against him, then cried out when she felt his fingers stretching her deliciously.
Turning her face into the saturated pad of the cushion, she fought just to breathe. The pleasure was tearing through her, blazing across her nerve endings. Cool rain and blistering hot sensations, her system was rapidly approaching overload and she knew it. Too much pleasure. Too much hunger.
“You’re as sweet as candy,” he groaned against her flesh, the words rasping, tormented with male lust.
“I can’t stand much more,” she panted, pushing against him, straining, desperate for release.
She could feel her pussy flexing, milking his fingers. Involuntary contractions tore through her womb, rippled through her core, and sent her juices spilling onto his fingers. And he used the slickness of her response, the juices that spilled from her, and drew his hand back: Protecting her tender flesh from the rain, he slowly lubricated and eased the entrance to her rear, pierced it with his fingers, stretched it as he had her sex.
Jaci’s head thrashed on the cushion as her hands burrowed into his hair and tightened in desperation. His lips caressed, his tongue licked.
She could feel the flames of need burning in her rear as he eased into the tender flesh there. He penetrated with first one finger, then two, stretched her, and sent her senses careening with the burning pleasure and pain.
She could feel her own response burgeoning inside her, a dark core of agonizing need that she had only felt in Cam’s arms.
“You love this.” His voice flowed over her like the rain, like her own dark desires. Because she didn’t have to ask what he was talking about, she knew. The image had hit her head the moment his fingers had pierced her ass.
“Tell me you love it.”
His head jerked up. Green eyes burned with hunger, with dark, wicked desires, with torment. The agony of hunger she had only glimpsed in him before was burning in him now. His expression was savage with the hunger, with a lust he was doing nothing to hide.
The rain had eased, but the water still washed over his head and face in rivulets. The hard contours were savagely defined now, his eyes narrowed and bright with a ravening desire.
“I love it,” she said, moaning.
“I need you,” he growled, his fingers pushing deeper inside her rear as his thumb pierced her pussy and sent her arching into exquisite pleasure.
She held his gaze, her vision dimming as the sensations began to pile atop each other. Flash points of need ratcheted through her system and left her shaking in his grip.
“What do you need from me, Cam?”
“All of you.” His fingers slid free of her, then he was pushing her thighs apart, coming over her, blocking the rain with his broader body, as his erection nudged into the desperate entrance to her pussy.
Jaci slid her hands to his shoulders, caressing, stroking, then gripping in agonized pleasure as he began to work himself inside her.
“Take all of me, then.” She arched closer, her legs lifting, wrapping around his waist as he pressed into her.
His eyes narrowed further. “You’re mine.”
“Then prove it, Cam. Prove it, damn you. Take me.”