Wicked Burn (Realm Enforcers #3)(70)

“I can’t believe we survived that,” Simone murmured.

Neither could he. He turned and studied her. Her silk clothing clung to a fit and feminine body with curves, an abundance of them, in all the right places. The wind whipped her thick hair around her face, but those eyes. The unique hue of them had never been duplicated by man or nature. Deep and mysterious, and so damn powerful.

His entire body hardened to the point of pain.

She lifted her chin, and her full lips, pink now, curved. “Nicholai?”

The way she said his name shot to his heart every damn time. As if his name was a secret, and she alone held the code to opening him. Which she probably did. “You’re beyond beautiful, Simone.” The word didn’t come close to doing her justice.

She smiled then. A confident woman with a storm raging around her. “So are you.” Slowly, deliberately, she kicked off her flats. Her bare feet sank into the sand, and she moved toward him, her hips swaying.

He almost stepped back. “What are you doing?”

“Enjoying the oncoming storm.”

The words held multiple meanings, but before he’d considered each one, she’d reached him. Her hands moved up his chest to his neck, and she gave a happy hum, tracing the line of his jaw.

“We should go inside the cabin,” he whispered, his voice hoarse.

“I like the storm.” She stepped into him, a siren dressed in silk as the wind whipped her dress.

His dick tried to punch through his jeans, and his hands, of their own volition, gripped her damp hair. The mass trapped his fingers. “Simone.” He had to get her to safety, and the incoming storm might hit before he could do so. Rain pelted down around them, all over them.

She chuckled, and the sound licked right down his torso to his balls. She hooked a foot through his leg and shoved. He chuckled and allowed her to drop him, landing on his ass and taking her weight. The woman sprawled above him, pulling her knees up to sit on his groin.

Sand cushioned his head and was shoved up the back of his shirt. “This is crazy.” He no longer really cared.

“I know.” She smiled then through the rain, and his heart turned over just for her. Her hands cradled his jaw, and she chuckled as roughness met her palms. “I like your uncivilized side as much as your smooth and cultured one.”

“The smooth and cultured is part of the job.” Deep down, where he lived, Nick fought to find civility.

“Aye,” she whispered, leaning over, her mouth a bare inch away. “Come on, Nicholai. Do you really want to go inside when you can do anything you want right here and now?”

She’d always been a temptress, but he’d never pushed her. Years ago, she was young and vulnerable. Now, after her success in life and business, she could handle all he had to give. The idea caused a growl to rumble up from deep in his chest.

Her eyes widened in surprise and then feminine anticipation. “I do love that sound.”

“You’re going to hear it again,” he said, jerking down the top of her dress to reveal her round, high breasts.

She gasped, and he reached out, cupping both. With that simple touch, he forgot all about the dragons, the witches, and even the demons. Only Simone and the storm existed, and the storm came in a far second. He tweaked her nipples, enjoying how she shoved herself down right on his cock.

She moaned and pressed into his palms, more than filling them.

Every damn time with her was new. He could spend the next five centuries exploring her, every facet of her, and he’d never know all.

She leaned down and licked the rain off his lips, her face protecting his from the drops. Everything in him wanted to flip them over and drive into her hard and fast, but he didn’t want sand irritating her skin. Besides, the woman seemed to enjoy being on top.

For now.

Her dress slid up, revealing her smooth thighs bracketing his hips. She kissed him, a wild force, stronger than nature. His hold tightened on her hair, and she moaned into his mouth, making little movements against him.

He tweaked her nipples with enough bite to force a shudder down her back that he could feel. So damn perfect.

Her nails scratching, she reached down and plunged her hands up his shirt to his pecs.

The rain sharpened, hitting them both. Sand and water popped up all around them.

He allowed her to play, sweeping his mouth with her tongue, caressing his chest. Finally, she bit down on his neck, her hands sliding down his body at the same time. Her nimble fingers reached his jeans, and she freed each button, scooting farther down his legs.

He caught his breath and released the hold on her hair. She had to struggle with his wet and sandy jeans, but Simone was nothing but determined, thank God. She pulled them down enough to release him. He sprang free, straining for her.

She chuckled again, the hoarse sound filtering through the pouring rain.

He closed his eyes against the deluge, wondering when he’d lost the sense of self-preservation he’d always held so dear. Then her lips closed over his cock, and he no longer gave a shit.

Heat edged with fire engulfed him, making him jerk hard inside her mouth. She tickled him with her tongue, running it down his length and back up, once again enclosing the tip with her hot mouth.

He arched against her, his fingers now digging into the sand.

Electricity and raw hunger ripped through him, radiating from her talented mouth.

Thunder cracked.