The storm hadn’t stopped. Rain slammed against the windows in relentless sheets, the wind howling through the cracks of the building like a warning.
She was still on the kitchen counter, flushed and breathless, her shirt and shorts abandoned somewhere on the floor. His mouth had left her ruined, trembling, her skin hot and damp. She should have gotten up, grabbed her things, and left the second the rain eased.
But he didn’t give her a chance.
He stepped between her knees again, crowding her back against the counter. His hand slid up her inner thigh, thumb brushing her still-sensitive clit. She jerked, gasping at the touch.
“I’m not done with you,” he said quietly, his breath warm against her cheek.
She swallowed hard. “This is a mistake.”
He tilted his head slightly, eyes burning dow
