Want.
Possession.
Our mouths met in plundering kisses. The world around us stormed, and we were the reason, his thick body heated me from the inside out as he retreated and looked at me one last time, wordlessly claiming me, owning me.
He groaned an inaudible curse as I gripped him and pulled him back where he belonged, where he’d always belonged. Our bodies trembled with the force we created together. My climax hit so hard and fast that I lost my breath, and when he kissed away the cry, I felt his body tighten and release as the rain pounded between us, pouring from his face down the valley of my breasts.
Chest heaving he kissed me again, and again, still inside me, as if he was proving that he wasn’t going to have sex and walk away.
But he was staying.
Would stay.
I imagine he would have stayed there longer had the lights not flicked on.
Had Zane not been standing there with his arms crossed and a look of worry on his face.
“Get the hell out!” Will barked without looking back, kissing me again.
“See I would…” It’s like our nakedness did nothing to the guy, he didn’t even flinch, “But, we’ve got a bit of a problem… or, I guess, you have a bit of a problem.”
Will hung his head, cursed, and shielded me with his body. “Can we do this later?”
“Don’t think you’re going to want to.” Zane hung his head, “I’ll get you guys towels. You know it’s suicide to have pool sex in a lightning storm right?”
I groaned against Will’s back, “Tell me he didn’t see me naked.”
“He… didn’t see you naked.”
“Are you lying?”
“Absolutely.”
“Thanks.”
“Ang,” Will turned and pressed a kiss to my forehead. “Don’t close your door tonight. In fact, don’t go in your room.”
“So, I’m sleeping on the couch now?” I grinned. “Was I that bad?”
“You were so good that I’ve decided to upgrade you to the King bed…” his eyes flashed with desire. “No clothes allowed.”
“I’ll think about it,” I said honestly, because it seemed too good to be true, and after this last week I needed to see that he meant it.
“Good.” He kissed my forehead again just before Zane returned with towels. He deposited them on one of the chairs under the balcony and turned on his heel, walking back into the house without a word.
“THIS BETTER BE fast,” I said, towel wrapped around my waist as I paced in front of Zane. Ang was showering and whatever shit was about to fall, I wanted to protect her from it all. Even if it had nothing to do with her or us, I didn’t want her worrying about anything. Not so soon.
“Wow, look at that.” Zane crossed his arms. “Give a guy a little bit of food, and suddenly he remembers all the reasons for feasting.”
“Really?” I groaned, “We’re doing this now?”
“You texted. I texted back multiple times. There was a storm, I was worried.” Zane shrugged. “And then Jay was looking for you, and he couldn’t get ahold of you.” He tossed me my phone. “I think you should check your messages, unless you’d rather hear it from me first.”
“Hear what?” A sense of dread washed over me.
“You know what?” Zane looked skeptical, “I have a better idea, give me your phone. I’m going to put it away until you get fed some more, you can come grab it before you’re needed on set, before the storm.”
“The storm already hit.” I pointed outside.
“No.” Zane sighed. “But it’s about to.”
The shower turned off.
“Look.” He licked his lips. “She’s breakable, she’s frail. If you’re not in it right now for the long term, don’t walk into that bathroom, stay the hell away from the bedroom. If you can’t walk through the hurricane and come out on the other side the same as when you went through… then I need you to promise me you’ll send her back to her room and freaking lock the door behind you.”
I leaned against the wall. “See now you’re worrying me, because you never get that tone unless things are really serious.”
“All I need to know,” Zane’s jaw ticked, “Is if you really trust her now, in this moment. If you’re in it.”
“It’s none of your damn business,” I roared.
“It is when it affects so many people,” Zane said in a low voice. “So, what is it?”
“I trust her.” I tried to have conviction behind my words, but I knew the fear was still there, it lingered like a sickness, the fear that she’d leave, that I’d mess up again, that we’d break each other.