Page 10 of Savage Roses
A wild crack of thunder cuts me off. In the same moment, lightning flashes, barely masked by the curtains on the window. The rain bears down twice as hard in the seconds to follow. Instead of simple drops, it sounds more like bullets pelting down.
“So much for good weather this weekend,” Delphine sighs, crisscrossing her legs.
I set my drink down and glide my hands along the graceful line of her shoulders. “You want me to turn on the heat?”
“No. It’s just… you know what this means, don’t you?”
“I’m sure you’re about to tell me.”
Her head falls back to look up at me. “If this storm is here to stay, we’ll be stuck inside for who knows how long.”
I grin at the playfulness in her tone and gleaming in her dark eyes. Even her heart-shaped lips look deliciously poutier, like she’s daring me to take advantage.
An opportunity too good to pass up.
“It sounds like we’ll have to find some way to preoccupy ourselves,” I say slowly.
I’m quick lifting Delphine up off the floor. One second she’s sitting cross-legged between my legs. The next, she’s seated in my lap. She shrieks in surprise as it happens, my grip hoisting her up by her underarms and setting her down like she’s in a chair.
The cats scatter. If possible, the fat raindrops beat harder against our beach house. The mood in the air changes. Our chill relaxation vibe changes for something much more heated and passionate.
Delphine turns her head and we meet in a hungry kiss, picking up where we left off during dessert. I lay back on the sofa, perching Delphine on top so that she’s straddling me.
It’s a good position to be in—an instant turn-on for many different reasons. Her curves arched and pressed against me. So close the addictive notes of her scent linger in the air. The thin layer of clothing separates her pussy from me as she sits on my lower abdomen and gently rocks her hips.
She leans over as though about to resume our kisses. Before her lips can touch mine, she pulls away and denies me with a glint in her eye and a smirk on her face.
Such a fucking tease.
A growl rumbles from my chest, aggressive enough to rival the thunder outside.
I grab the nape of her neck and yank her mouth to mine. Her many zigzag curls fall all around us. She still tastes like the strawberries and cream we had for dessert. I groan and suck her plump bottom lip, hungry to taste more of her.
But it’s never enough. The more of her I have, the more of her I want.
Call me the greediest asshole in the world. I don’t give a damn. Where Delphine is concerned, I am.
My hands settle on her round ass with my tongue in her mouth. Deep and passionate like she likes, making her skin heat up and her breath run short.
She gyrates against me and does just that—produces breathless moans for my ears only.
The hottest fucking sound in the world. The sound of Delphine Adams turned on, practically panting.
I squeeze her ass cheeks and feel my cock strain against the zipper in my jeans.
We’ll definitely keep ourselves preoccupied during this storm.
With the weather only growing worse, there’s no use pretending otherwise. We might as well lean into the situation.
“Bedroom,” I command. “Now.”
Delphine kisses me one last time before leaping off me, like a cat. She’s definitely in a playful mood, making the best of the stormy evening.
She stops at the doorway, tugs off her tank top, and then flings it at me. The thin fabric lands on my face. I snatch it off to her smirking at me from over her bare shoulder.
“I’ll be waiting!” she calls as she dashes off.
Watching her go, I’m caught between laughter and my impatient hard-on.