Here Comes the Rainne Again (Invertary 6)

He pulled his jumper up over his head and threw it behind him, unconcerned about where it landed. His T-shirt and jeans followed.

“Come on, Rainne.” He held out his hand. “I’ve been dreaming about getting you into bed. I don’t want to waste a minute.”

Rainne smiled and put her hand in his.

Alastair had planned his seduction of Rainbow Benson in detail. And it had all gone to hell when she’d turned up on his doorstep with tears in her eyes. He wanted her with a desperation that bordered on insanity.

He held her hand tightly as he led her onto his bed. He was nervous. How stupid was that? He’d wanted this woman since she’d first set foot in Invertary seven months earlier. He’d pursued her with relentlessness and patience. And now that she was here, where he wanted her most, he felt his hands shake with the pressure of the moment. He wanted this to be perfect for her. He wanted her to know this wasn’t just sex for him. He had plans for Rainne. Long-term plans. And yeah, he knew she thought he couldn’t possibly know what he wanted, because he was younger than she was. But he did. And tonight he was going to prove it to her.

Rainne lay flat in the middle of his double bed, her hair spread out over his pillow, a tiny smile curving the corner of her lips. She was a feast and he was a starving man. His eyes slowly roamed down her luscious body.

“I don’t know where to start,” he murmured.

Rainne shot upright, her arm covering her breasts. What the hell?

“I’m so sorry, Alastair,” she said, her eyes wide with worry. “I didn’t mean to push you. I thought you’d done this before.”

Alastair couldn’t help the laughter that burst out of him. “Aye, I’ve done this before. Not as much as I would have liked, but I think I can muddle through.” He took her hand and moved her arm from his breasts. Because they belonged to him now and he wanted access. “I meant there’s so much I want to do to you that I don’t know what to choose first.”

“Oh.” Her shoulders sagged. Her smile was dazzling. “How about starting with a kiss?”

Her eyes went to his lips at her suggestion, and she licked hers in reflex. Alastair groaned, knelt in front of her, cupped her face with his hands and brushed his lips over hers. Soft. Delicious. Mine. He pressed her lips harder, asking for access, and she opened her mouth willingly for him. Soft hands curled around his hips as he deepened the kiss. She tasted of grape juice and sherbet, which made him smile.

A small moan escaped her as her fingers tightened on his hips, her nails biting into her skin. He kissed her long, hard, relentlessly. Wanting to consume her. To tie her to him in ways that would make it impossible for her to leave. She turned liquid against him, and Alastair felt his muscles tense in response. Slowly, he lowered her back onto the bed. He lay beside her, one arm arched over her head to tangle in her hair, the other caressing her throat.

“Alastair,” she whispered.

He smiled before continuing their kiss. His hand slid over her collarbone to the curve of her breast. His heart rate spiked at the feel of her softness in his hand. She fit him perfectly, just enough to overflow. So incredibly soft. Except for that nipple, which was peaked and hard and demanding attention.

So he gave it some. He left her lips, red and swollen, to capture the puckered bud with his teeth. Rainne gasped and arched off the bed. Alastair held her breast where he wanted it as he tongued and sucked the rosy peak. Her fingers wound through his hair, tugging it tight. She gasped his name as he flicked his tongue.

“Mmm,” he rumbled against the sensitive bud. “Delicious. Need more.”

He turned his attention to her other breast, as his hand continued to caress and torture the one he’d already sensitised.

“Oh.” It was long groan.

He looked up her body to see her head thrown back and her mouth open as she panted. Perfection. With one last tug at her nipple, he moved down her body, kissing his way. He swirled his tongue around her belly button and tugged at the piercing he found there. A silver hoop with a tiny star attached.

“Pretty,” he told her, and smiled when she only moaned in reply.

The urge to rip off her lace underwear was too overwhelming to resist, so he hooked his thumbs under the delicate straps at her hips and pulled. They ripped free with ease.

“Alastair!” Rainne looked down at him, and he could have sworn he’d never seen anything so awe-inspiring. Her cheeks were rosy pink; her lips were full, wet and red. Her blue eyes were heavy-lidded with desire. She was a goddess. And she was here. With him.

“I’ll replace them.” He yanked the underwear out of the way.

He crawled up her body to kiss her, holding himself up on his arms as he pillaged and plundered. Her leg wrapped around his hip, reminding him that he’d stupidly kept his underwear on. He fell to her side, continuing to kiss her while he pulled his underwear over his hips and kicked them free. Better.

Nails dragged up his spine as Rainne tried to get closer. They were going to get closer, all right. He kissed a trail away from her addictive lips, down her throat to her shoulder. The heel of her foot dug into the back of his leg as she tried to manoeuvre him into the position she wanted him to be. He’d get there. In his own time. The last thing he needed was to live up to her expectati

on of twenty-year-old men. This was going to last, damn it.

“Please, Alastair.” She ground against him.

His lips captured her nipple again as he worked his way lower. Just one taste before he gave her what she wanted. Just one taste. He pushed her thighs wide as she grasped the duvet, curling her fingers tight in the cotton. So beautiful. And all his. Alastair leaned over and licked his way through her wet centre. She bucked and groaned as he nipped and licked and sucked.

“I need, I need...”