“Beautiful,” he breathes and pushes himself up again, drawing out, pushing back inside. And again. “So beautiful.”

Oh God, yes. The pressure transforms into blinding pleasure, and I rock up to meet his thrusts. His eyes go hooded and his mouth tense as he grabs one of my legs and wraps it over his hip. His next thrust pierces me so deep I cry out his name.

Shit, shit. I’m going to fall apart. The clenching starts in my core, spreading outward, ripples and waves.

He grunts. “Oh fuck, I can feel it. I can feel you.” His movements grow faster. He’s pounding into me, his jaw clenched, his chest glistening with sweat, the muscles in his arms quivering as he fucks me hard. “Come for me, Ray.”

And I do. I moan when the pressure snaps, and my body goes supernova. Unintelligible words tumble from my mouth. I thrash and rock, the pleasure drowning me. It goes on and on. He slows down for me, lets me contract around his hard length until I think I will weep from it.

Then he picks up the rhythm again, plunging into me so hard the bed rattles. I’m still clenching around his cock, shuddering with the aftershocks, when he mutters a curse and shudders, buried to the balls inside me.

“Fuck…” He jerks, his hips rolling in one long, deep thrust. “Oh Goddamn, Ray…”

He groans, the sound rumbling in his chest. He bows over me, that strong body shaking, and I feel the twitch of his cock and the heat of his come through the thin condom.

His arms give way, and he sprawls over me, panting harshly. Cursing, he twists and shifts to avoid crushing me. His arms come around me, and he rolls us on our sides.

Still connected. His cock twitches again inside me, and I moan as he pulls me against his chest. He rocks his hips, and even half-hard, he feels delicious.

“Dammit, girl,” he whispers in my ear. “You’re dangerous. You feel too good.”

He does, too, and he’s a health hazard—too handsome, too sexy—but he shifts again, and pushes deeper into me. Jesus, he’s hardening again. He lowers his head and licks over my nipple, teasing it with his tongue, and anything I might have said is lost in a moan. He sucks and bites and soothes with his tongue, while his cock swells inside me, and I can’t fathom what he’s doing to me.

He rocks into me, reaching with one hand for the condoms strewn on the covers. “Stay tonight,” he whispers against my breast, his words from earlier on, and circles my hard nipple with his tongue. “Say you’ll stay.”

He draws back, shoves into me again, slow, deep thrusts that have my eyes rolling back in my head. Another orgasm is building deep inside me, and I can tell it’s going to break me to pieces.

“Yes,” I gasp, “yes.”

Just for tonight. Just for this, and to forget reality for a little while longer. Crap, I can’t even remember what I’m running away from anymore.

STORM

This girl is driving me nuts. She’s so sexy. She enjoys my dick inside her and my mouth on her and isn’t afraid to show it. And yet she yields to me, lets me hold her, move her, tell her what to do, and that turns me on like nothing else. She’s soft inside, like melted caramel, molding herself to me, following where I tread.

But that’s not all there is to her. Somewhere in her demeanor there’s a hint of steel. Secrets. Fear. Determination. She’s soft for me, because she wants me, she likes what I’m doing to her. She digs me. Has she told me a word about her past? About why she’s running?

No. Not a single word. Not a single clue.

Not that it would stop me from kissing her, fucking her sweet pussy. She’s like silk wrapped around my hard-on. So fucking tight. So fucking hot.

Pressure coils behind my balls. It’s not as urgent as the first time around. I think I can last more than thirty seconds this time.

Maybe. If she stops writhing against me, tightening around me, milking my cock with every twitch. Fuck.

The condom packages crunch under my hand, and I curse. Gritting my teeth, I pull out of her, inch by excruciating inch. She gasps and digs her short nails into my arms. The light sting goes straight to my cock, and I have to stop, still half-buried inside her, until I can wrestle the impending orgasm back.

“Condom,” I grind out and make another attempt to withdraw.

Her dark eyes are shiny and unfocused, but her grip on my arms eases, and grabbing the base of my dick to avoid coming all over her pretty tits, I pull out completely.

Shit. My cock throbs in my hand as I pull off the used condom and tie it off. I let it drop to the floor.

Fuck, I only just came, and I’m ready to go again. Can’t remember this happening to me since I was fourteen and jerked off to pictures of naked girls in magazines. This girl is all my fantasies put into one—her juicy tits, het curvy legs, her sweetness, and those big eyes…

Cursing, I tear a foil open with my teeth and snap on the new condom, trying to picture something else, anything else but her, as I pull it on snug and tight. She tugs on me, mewling her need, and my mouth twists in a grin.

God, she’s something else. I bend over her, stroking dark strands of hair out of her eyes and gripping her chin. I want her to look at me as I enter her. I want her to know who I am.

Even if she doesn’t really know. Fucking secrets. Paranoia.

Then I’m thrusting into her, into her tight heat, and everything else melts away. Fuck the world. Fuck my fear. Fuck you, fate. Tonight there’s only me and her.

Her legs lift and wrap around my hips without prompting, her arms curl around my neck, and her inner walls grip me in a vise.

“Storm,” she whispers, her eyes black with arousal, and I know what she needs.

I stop moving.

“Tell me how badly you want to come,” I whisper back and lick at her mouth. I see the flush spreading on her cheeks and down her neck. She likes it when I demand things from her, when I push her. “Tell me, Ray.”

“Very badly.” She moans and lifts her hips, trying to force me to move. “Storm.”

“What?” I give a small thrust, and fuck, my balls are about to detonate. “What do you want?

“You.” She grips my arms and shakes me. Or tries to. Her eyes are brilliant over her flushed cheeks. “I want you, Storm.”

Something twists inside my chest, and I don’t even know why. She wants my cock, that’s all. And I’ll give it to her because I want her to the point of bursting.

Damn my mind for playing games on me, making me think there’s more to her words, and more to what I feel about her.

I was planning on pushing her more, demanding she tell me what she wants me to do to her—because, man, that’s goddamn hot. Instead, I thrust into her, hard, to stop my thoughts and drown the strange longing in a rush of sensations.

But it’s not enough. Even after she moans my name and comes apart, even after I lose control and pound into her, pleasure exploding my mind into smithereens, I want.

I want more.

And as I curl up with her, tuck her head under my chin and inhale the blossom scent of her hair, as I pull her arm over my chest and her smooth legs tangle with mine, as I stare up at the ceiling, listening to her breathing even out…

I need her. In the cold places inside me, something is shifting like a forgotten bullet, lodged in my chest. It hurts worse than broken bones, and at the same time, it feels so fucking good. She’s getting under my skin, burrowing into me.

I don’t want to let her go.

Chapter Five

RAYLIN

Sunlight teases my eyes.

Okay, let me rephrase: sunlight hits my eyes like a hot poker and ow, it hurts. I turn on my side—and smack into a body.

A warm, hard body. A scent of male spice and musk. Muscles rippling on a washboard stomach, black and red ink curling over flaring ribs, and further down…