Jesus.

“Should we even be here?” I mutter, my voice barely audible.

“Yeah, we should.” His mouth quirks in a wicked grin. “This is where I should be, right here, with you.”

“That’s not—” That full mouth descends on mine in a crushing kiss, and I moan, stretching out on the soft mattress.

This is wrong. Probably illegal. I bet the owners don’t know he’s been using their bedroom, their bed for God’s sake, to have sex. I bet he was supposed to stay in the garden shed or something, but instead he broke into the house.

Like I did, and the thrill of it, the connection, spreads through me like a gale.

He lowers me on the bed and immediately shifts and covers my body with his, taking my breath away. The room fades. He’s looking down at me, the blues in his eyes glittering, his hands on either side of me, bracketing me in. He does a sort of half push-up, keeping his weight off me.

I want him on me, covering every part of me. Nailing me down. Never felt this way before. Never needed so badly to be filled and engulfed and overpowered. Feels good to give in, to let him in. Feels right.

Reaching up, I grab his shoulders and pull him to me. Need to feel his weight, his solid length, his hard cock between my legs. The dreams that plagued me all night were pale previews of this moment. Our kissing and groping by the pool yesterday was just a warm up. This. This feels like the real thing—the way he finally lowers himself, his hard-on grinding against my stomach, and his mouth eats me up, his tongue licking against the roof and clashing with mine.

His weight feels amazing, the whole package of hard muscle and contained strength pressing down on me. His hips rock, and we both moan when his cock rubs between my legs, over my worn shorts and wet panties. God, I’m so wet I can hardly believe it.

Breaking the kiss, shifting onto his side, he trails his fingertips over my throbbing mouth and down my neck. He tugs at the straps of my blouse and bra, pulling them down my arm, baring the mounds of my breasts, now barely contained in the soft cotton. His eyes follow the path of his hand, and then so does his mouth—soft lips, rough stubble, moving over my breasts. He snags the cotton in his teeth and snaps it down, and my pebbled nipple peeks out.

He gives it a long lick and then cool air rushes over it, dragging a groan from my throat. Pleasure zaps down my every nerve, and heat pools in my belly, gathering into a ball of need. He turns his attention to my other breast, licking and lightly biting my nipple until I’m writhing underneath him, my insides clenching so hard I think I might come just from that.

“I need to be inside you.” His voice is a low growl, and it rolls over me like a rough caress.

“Please,” I whisper, barely able to recognize my own voice, distorted with desire. “Please, Storm.”

“I’ve fantasized about this,” he says, reaching below the pillow and pulling out a string of condoms. He grins at me. “Hoped you’d let me.”

“You jerked off?” Oh God. I snap my mouth shut. What’s come over me?

His smile slips a little. “Yeah. Thinking of you. What—?”

“I’d love to see it.” More heat suffuses my face. Okay, time to shut up now, Ray. He’ll think you’re a pervert.

I’m normally not that bold. It’s not like I’ve had lots of sex or any kink in my life, as in, ever. Just being with him takes away my fear.

Or maybe the lust is so great fear doesn’t stand a chance.

His grin returns full-force. “Keep saying things like that, and I can’t guarantee I won’t come all over the sheets right now.”

And it shouldn’t make me even hotter—the thought he can lose control from my words, from the image of me watching him jerk off.

I’m warm all over, too warm.

“But first…” He lets the condoms drop on the mattress beside me and kisses me, a savage invasion, his tongue thrusting into my mouth, sending an aching pulse between my legs. Then he bows his head, breathing hard. “I need you naked. Under me.”

Oh God, yes. He pulls on the hem of my blouse, and I arch my back to let him take it off me. He tugs on my bra, and I reach behind me for the clasp, undoing it and freeing my breasts.

He licks his lips, draws in a ragged breath—then sits back on his heels and drags my shorts and panties down my legs. He throws them off the bed, and they land somewhere on the floor. I don’t care where.

I don’t care about anything but him, inside me. I feel like I’m going out of my mind, craving him like an addict.

I reach for him. My turn to undress him. His swollen cock pushes against the thin cloth, clearly outlined, and I rest my hands on it, feeling his thickness, his length, cupping him through the material. He stills where he’s kneeling on top of the covers, then hisses out a curse. His hands come to rest over mine as I tug on the waistband of his jogging pants.

“Let me,” I whisper.

Panting, he rests his fists by his sides and looks down, at my hands. The way he can’t seem to catch his breath, that’s so sexy. I wrestle the elastic over his hardness, and it juts out, flushed and big, the head wet with precum.

Oh wow. He’s going commando, I think dazedly, my mind misfiring. I stare at his cock—so hard, trembling against his belly, and my mouth waters—at the sight of him, at the musk of his arousal that’s filling my senses, the strain in the lines of his body as he fights not to move. I dance my fingers down the length of him, and he jerks, teeth gritting.

“Goddammit.” He grabs my wrists, his breathing coming faster, and he bares his teeth in a wolfish smile. “Have to be inside you now. I need it, Ray.”

No argument from me. I tug on his hold and he lets go. He reaches for the condoms and tears one open with his teeth, then sheaths himself. It shouldn’t be so sexy, how he rolls the rubber over his hard-on, but God, it is. I can imagine his strong hand wrapped around his cock, stroking and pulling, and a flush spreads over my breasts and neck.

Holy crap, I’m getting obsessed with watching him jerk off. Get a grip, Ray.

Then he’s pushing me down on my back, his hardness pressing between my legs, and my thoughts unravel again. Happens an awful lot around him, and now, with the head of his cock rubbing against my folds, it’d be a miracle if I can still manage the basics, like breathing.

“Look at me,” he whispers, leaning over me, the muscles in that perfect chest clenching, shadows flitting over his face as he drags his cock over my cleft, one slow, heavy slide that sends sparks flashing in my eyes. “Look at me, Ray.”

A moan escapes me as he does it again, and I blink, trying to focus on his face. “Okay.”

He lowers himself more, on his elbows, his hands framing my face. “Do you want me inside you? Say it.”

Oh God. My breasts ache, my sex clenches. “Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“I want you.” I swallow. “Inside me.”

“That’s it. I’m gonna fuck you now,” he whispers, and I shudder. “Ready?”

He gives me no chance to reply, instead dipping his head, licking at my mouth. The kiss starts of soft, then goes hard and deep. He sucks on my upper lip, then the lower. His tongue collides with mine.

Good thing I never got to reply, because nothing could prepare me for the long, burning slide of his cock entering me. I arch on the bed, lifting my knees to his sides, taking him in. He releases my mouth, letting my cry break free, still pushing into me, filling me up until I can’t take any more.

I claw at his shoulders, needing something to ease the impossible pressure inside me. “Storm…”

He shifts, pulls back an inch or two, and slams back inside. My hips lift clear off the bed and a wail leaves my mouth. It’s pain and pleasure, a fine edge that cuts through me, leaves me reeling. I tremble beneath him, try to move, but I’m pinned like a moth to a canvas.