One King's Way (On Dublin Street #6.5)(26)

He saw no sense in being cool with her. He didn’t feel cool about her. He felt like his blood was on fire and there was no point in pretending otherwise.

Me too xo

He chuckled at the smiley face, discovering he found everything about her an enticing mix of sexy and adorable.

*

Something came over him as he climbed the stairs up to Rain’s flat a little over an hour later. It was something primal and desperate and while it excited the hell out of him, it also made him a little uneasy that one woman could make him feel this way.

Any uneasiness disappeared, however, as soon as she opened the door.

She was wearing a dark blue silk-and-lace nightie that heated his blood and sent a jolt straight to his dick.

She really was sincerely the sexiest, most beautiful woman he’d ever met.

“Hey, I—”

Craig cut off whatever she was going to say when he stepped inside the door and grabbed her wrist to wrench her hard against his body. His lips slammed down on her lush mouth and satisfaction flared when she instantly wrapped her arms around him, curling her fingers in the hair at the back of his neck. He wanted to devour her, his tongue moving in a deep dance with hers, tasting her, mimicking what their bodies would soon be doing. The door to the flat suddenly crashed shut and Craig broke the kiss to pull back and look at her.

Her breasts were framed perfectly by the low-cut nightdress, and it skimmed her curves before stopping short at the top of her slim thighs. Her skin was perfectly and naturally golden thanks, Rain had told him, to some Puerto Rican blood on her mother’s side.

“So f*cking gorgeous,” he said hoarsely, drinking in his fill. “I love the nightie, darlin’. Much appreciated—” his hands reached for the hem—“but you don’t need it.”

Rain’s eyes glimmered in the low light of the hall and he saw the invitation and need in them. She only emphasized that need by lifting her arms willingly.

Craig flashed her a wicked grin and whipped the nightie up and over her head, letting the light fabric flutter to the floor at their feet. His gaze roamed her stunning body, his eyes feasting on her breasts. They were swollen, the nipples dark, tight little buds that he itched to suck.

Her chest rose and fell in fast breaths. “Craig . . .” She whispered his name urgently, her hand sliding up under the hem of his tee. His stomach muscles rippled at the teasing exploration, his dick straining painfully against his jeans.

He couldn’t wait to get her to the bedroom. He needed her. Now.

Apparently Rain was on the same page as she tugged his head down to kiss him. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders and she sucked on his tongue hard. Craig shuddered, and growled as the sensation sent more blood to his cock. He pushed her up against the wall, breaking the dirty kiss. “I can’t wait,” he told her breathlessly.

She nodded frantically, kissing him again as they both reached for the zip on his jeans. The sounds of their heavy breathing was a turn-on in itself.

He couldn’t wait. He needed inside her right f*cking now. He reached into his back pocket, pulling out his wallet and then a condom from the wallet. He threw the wallet aside and shoved his jeans and boxer briefs down to his ankles, freeing his throbbing cock. As he rolled the condom on Rain kissed his neck, her little tongue flicking against his skin, making his cock twitch.

“Fuck,” he grunted, gripping her legs. He slid two fingers inside her, testing her readiness, and he almost came at how wet she was. That she wanted him that much was thrilling and heady. It also shredded his last remnants of control.

Craig spread Rain’s legs and thrust up into her.

“Craig!” Rain cried out in pleasure, her inner muscles contracting tightly around his dick. He held himself still in her for a moment, his muscles straining as he fought to control his need. She was so slick and tight, snug and hot around him. He struggled for breath for a moment as she flexed around him.

“Rain, f*ck,” he growled, control gone. He hauled her legs up, and she followed his lead and wrapped her long legs around him. Holding tight to him, Rain panted with breathless excitement as he pounded them into the wall, thrusting into her hard as he glided in and out of her snug channel.

Close to blowing but needing Rain to come first, wanting to feel her explode around his cock, Craig pressed his thumb down on her clit.

“Ahhh!” He watched her flushed face as she cried out, her inner muscles rippling and tugging on his erection. That and the look on her face when she came was all it took. Eyes locked with hers, his muscles clenching, he let out a guttural grunt as his climax rocked through him, his hips jerking against her as he came long and hard.

He’d just f*cked Rain against her hallway wall.

Craig fell against her, his lips on her shoulder, his chest against hers, her arms still locked around him. He turned his head and kissed her neck. “I’m sorry. I meant to do that on a bed.”

“I’m not sorry,” she whispered, her inner muscles flexing around him again. “It was hot. So goddamn hot.” She laughed lightly, making him grin.

He raised his head to kiss her and her hands slid into his hair again, holding him to her as she kissed him with an intensity that told him they weren’t done for the night.

That was more than fine by him.

*

That morning Craig woke before Rain did.

She was sprawled beside him, exhausted from another energetic night in bed with him. Her dark hair spilled over the pillow, much softer, longer, and thicker than he’d ever realized until the night she took it down for the first time.