Page 121 of CHOICE Lover
“I hate not having you there,” he says, groaning. “But if your own place is what you need—”
She cuts him off with a kiss. When their lips break apart, she says, “I don’t need my own place.”
His eyes are hopeful as he searches her expression. “So you’ll come home?”
“You’re sure that’s what you want? I’m human, remember?” she teases.
“You’re certainly no compliant manupartner,” he says, and she opens her mouth to protest, but he leans over her, pressing her back into the soft ground. “And I wouldn’t have it any other way. Tonight you will sleep beside me. Tomorrow we can go get your things, and if it’s up to me, you’re never leaving again. I want you, Electra. I want you so fucking bad.”
Thunder rumbles softly in the distance. “Oh, shit.”
“What?” he asks, glancing over his shoulder to see what she’s staring at.
“Rain clouds.” Right as she says the words, the first fat droplets fall. “They must have programmed the wrong shower!” she shrieks.
As the rain falls in earnest, he pushes off her and helps her to her feet. She scans the faux forest and points to a copse of trees. “Do you think those trees would offer us shelter?”
“One way to find out.” He snatches the blanket, grabs her hand, and drags her to the spot she pointed out where the rain is noticeably lighter. He tosses the blanket onto the ground haphazardly and pulls her into his arms, kissing her deeply. “DumBot suggested a date called Kissing in the Rain. Romantic or not so much?”
She chuckles. “I need more data. Why don’t you try it again?”
He takes her jaw in his hands, angling her head so he can control the kiss. He’s slow and methodical as he explores her. All she can dois grip the damp fabric at his hips and surrender. When he pulls back to examine her, she’s breathless.
“So?” he asks
She blinks, unable to speak. The rain clinging to his thick lashes and running down his warm skin makes her mouth water.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
She raises up on tiptoe, bracing against his shoulders as she runs her lips over his jaw, then down his neck, tasting his hot skin as she moves lower. She tugs aside the fabric at his neck, exposing the hollow over his collarbone, licking and biting at the flesh there.
“Fuck,” he cries, neck arching back as he grinds his hips into hers. “We have far too many clothes on for this.”
She makes her way back up to his lips, whispering, “What are you going to do about it?”
It only takes him a second to unfasten her dress and push it off her shoulders, eyes trailing down her body as the fabric pools at her feet. “You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
He runs his fingertips down her neck, over her breast, and gently palms her, thrumming her hardened nipple with his thumb. Heat pulses between her legs.
Cool raindrops fall on her overheated skin, giving her chills.
“Cold?” he asks.
She nods. “A little.”
“Lie down.”
She does as he says, staring as he strips out of his wet clothes. He kneels before her, parting her legs, eyeing her sex for a second before crawling over her.
She hums as the delicious warmth of him presses into her.
“Better?” He brushes a wet strand of hair away from her face, kissing her before she can respond. “Tell me what you need?”
“No fancy sex god tricks. I just want you inside me,” she says, watching his golden eyes catch fire.
“Anything you like,” he says. He claims her mouth while taking hold of her knee, pulling it up against his hip. The movement presses his erection against her clit. Her inner walls clench at the promise of him. “Are you ready for me?” he asks, teasing her entrance.
“I was ready for you ten minutes ago—oh God,” she cries as he sheaths himself inside her.
