I stared at his hands as they glided down my chest, cupping and squeezing my breasts. I was lost, trembling, aroused to the point of insanity. “What?”
His caress became rough like his breaths, his fingers pinching and rolling my nipples then molding around my breasts and testing their weight. “I’ve never kissed in the rain.”
A first with Jesse? This thrilled me to no end.
I stared at his lips. Swollen, perfectly-shaped, and beaded with moisture. Good lord, his mouth thrilled me, too.
“I’ve never done this in the rain either.” He dropped to his knees, bringing his hungry eyes inches from my pussy.
My hands sank into his sopping hair. My legs trembled so viciously I wasn’t sure how long I’d be able to stand.
He’d never been this intimate with my body, and as his palms traveled down my sides, over my hips, and curved inward to part my legs, I hoped for a long night of firsts.
He ducked his head, pressed his nose against my clit, and stilled.
Oh God. Was he smelling me? When was the last time I bathed? I’d had laser-hair removal years ago, but I needed to shave the stragglers and—
“Heaven.” Arousal thickened his voice. He ran a finger up and down my slit, sliding deeper with each pass. “You’re wet.” His tongue darted out, teasing my folds. “For me.”
“For you.” My head dropped back, and the precipitation quickly formed a sheen on my face.
Like his kiss, his tongue dove between my legs without apology. He licked and sucked savagely, his groans vibrating against my soaking skin.
His hand clamped my ass, holding me immobile as he drove his fingers inside me. A cry burst from my mouth, but he didn’t relent. My inner muscles clenched around his maddening thrusts, and my clit pulsated against the assault of his tongue.
“Look at me when you come, darlin’. His southern twang was dipped in sex, his eyes like twin flames in the dark.
I gripped his hair and melted around his fingers. Pleasure coiled in my core as he strummed my sensitive nerve-endings, his head leaning back to look up at me.
Tingles scattered through my body, the intensity pulling down on my eyelids. But I concentrated on his beautiful face, his fierce expression, and the eyes that wouldn’t let me go.
That was all it took. I fell over the cliff as my release powered violently around his fingers and spread through every greedy cell in my body. And through the blinding ecstasy, I looked in his eyes and whispered his name.
He stared up at me with a staggering, all-American-rough-around-the-edges smile. "Wow," he mouthed. He cleared his throat, making a low, rasping sound. “Perhaps I’ve laid it on a little too thick tonight, but Evie, you really are beautiful.”
I held his gaze, completely and totally gobsmacked. I felt him beneath my skin, torching his way inside me, lighting me up with his smile, his husky words, and his diabolical touch.
He pressed his forehead against my belly, his fingers slowing inside me but not pulling out. “Is this…?”
I was overstimulated and sated down there, but I could feel the dull prod of his fingers against my cervix. “You feel the string?”
“Yeah.” He pushed deeper. “That’s the IUD?”
I ran a hand through his thick hair and held his head against my stomach. “Yeah. I check it regularly.”
He held his fingers inside me for a long moment. Was he playing with the string? Trying to figure it out? When he finally removed his hand, I squatted down before him, my attention zeroing in on the hard bulge behind his zipper.
“Jesse. I want to…” I reached for him, making a beeline for his cock, anxious to return the pleasure.
He gripped my wrist and used it to shove me out of the way.
I stumbled and fell on my ass. What the hell? I glared up at him, hurt, confused, but he wasn’t looking at me.
Crouched and motionless, he stared out across the field. The intensity etching his profile and locking his muscles made my scalp itch.
I followed his line of sight, but all I saw was pitch-black nothingness. “Jesse?”
“Do you feel aphids?” he whispered.
“No. Nothing.” Not a hint of vibrations. No neon-green silhouettes either.
The flicker of the distant storm pulsed the horizon like a strobe light, illuminating two glowing yellow orbs about fifty yards away.
The sky went black, as did the landscape. I waited for more lightning, waited in the dark, without breath, straining my gaze over the nebulous shapes on the foggy horizon. Smudges of trees, buildings, hills…nothing moved.
I focused on the vicinity of where I had seen the pair of reflective eyes. Had they belonged to a wild animal? A man? Were they moving closer? Fuck, where was the lightning when I needed it?
Digging deep, I searched my internal radar for some indication of aphids, the Drone…or Michio, but my nerves got the best of me, muddling my senses. Was I feeling things that weren’t there, seeing things that didn’t exist?