Read an Excerpt
Murderer or not, he had to have her. It was as though nothing else mattered but being inside her, tasting her, consuming her.
"Yes, Alex, just like that."
He heard her whispered words and his other hand lifted to cup her other heavy breast, giving it the attention it deserved. Firm and round, her natural beauty called for his touch and he wanted to consume every inch of her.
He could smell the rain. He could smell her.
Raindrops pelted down on his head and the storm that had threatened now broke free. He saw the raindrops fall onto her skin, and rubbed the moisture over her, stroking her heated flesh. It was as though steam rose between them.
The wind whipped and howled around them, fierce and strong, reflecting the emotions swirling between them. His hands pulled at the flimsy camisole and ripped it from her body, exposing her to both the elements and himself.
"Yes, Alex, fuck me now. Right now. Do it hard and fast. Slide it in me deep."
He reached down and felt the heat of her core. Wet and hot, he slid his fingers through the searing silk of her vagina, past her engorged lips. So ready to take him. But he wanted something more first. He lowered her leg and sank to his knees.