Caught Up In Raine

by L. G. O'Connor

  Chapter 27

  Jillian

  “JILLIAN.” Standing behind me, his breath is a hot whisper on my neck. I shiver as his hands clutch my shoulders and his lips softly kiss the nape of my neck. We barely made it into the guest room. One more step will put us at the foot of Raine’s bed.

  I let out a soft moan and melt back into him. The effects of the wine are wearing off. I still can’t believe I handed him my thong at The Grasshopper, but I’m glad I did. I wanted to erase any doubts he might have had after the scene at dinner and prove to him that I’m committed to ending this night in his arms.

  “Do you know how sexy you are?” he asks as his hand reaches around and sneaks into my low, clingy blouse until it finds its way under the cup of my bra. The calloused tip of his finger rubs over my nipple and my whole body clenches, making me acutely aware of my lack of underwear.

  He stops. His voice is low and throaty. “Jillian? I asked you a question.”

  Words stick in my throat. My desire outpaces my feelings of desirability. His hand slips away from my breast. He presses me back hard against his body, and I gasp. His erection underneath his pants rests in the hollow of my spine. “If you don’t answer me, I’m not going to touch you. I’ll ask you again. Do you know how sexy you are?” he growls.

  “Yes.” It’s barely a peep, and I feel foolish. Of all the things I feel—crazed with desire is number one—“sexy” barely makes the list even after a couple of Raine’s workouts this week.

  His hand moves back inside my blouse, and his voice turns seductive, coaxing. Less animal. “Say it again for me, Jillian. Do you know how sexy I think you are?”

  “Wait. That’s a different question.”

  “Yeah, but it’s the same answer.” He nips at my neck playfully and rolls my nipple between his fingers and tugs.

  I moan and grow slicker than I already am. I don’t want to play games, I want him . . . now.

  “Spread your legs,” he says into my hair. His other hand travels down around my front and under my skirt.

  I obey. His fingers slide between my wet folds until they touch my pulsing core. Oh, my God. He buries two fingers inside me and strokes while his lips trail kisses along my shoulders and his other hand works my nipple.

  “Mmm. You’re so wet for me, Jillian. I love it.” He groans as he massages me inside and out, his hard length straining against my back.

  My breath comes in short pants as the tension mounts inside me until a soft, guttural moan escapes through my lips. He removes his fingers and takes his hand from my breast, leaving me wanting.

  “I don’t want you to come until I’m inside you, Jillian,” he whispers. He fumbles with his pants behind me, and I almost cry out in anticipation. He lifts my skirt, exposing my naked bottom. I lean forward and grasp the footboard, giving him full access. His fingers trace the tattoo at the base of my spine before he cups my ass in his hands.

  “So sexy . . .” he whispers and positions his hot head at my opening.

  I moan, ready for him to take me.

  “Ask me to make love to you, Jillian. Say, ‘Make love to me, Raine.’ ”

  My anger flares alongside my passion. “I have to ask?”

  “Yes,” he hisses in a harsh whisper. “You have to ask. I want you to understand how much I want you, and how much you deserve to come until you scream. And I need to know that you want me, too, Jillian. That I matter.”

  His vulnerability unmasks itself and sneaks under my defenses. I swallow hard. Sometimes he amazes me, and I feel like he's the older, wiser one, while at other times, he touches my heart and makes me want to reach out and comfort him.

  He rubs up against me, stiff and ready. “Do you want me to use a condom?” he asks in a throaty growl. “I’m healthy, but I’ll use one if you want me to.”

  “No,” I say breathlessly, not telling him I’m allergic to latex and have never been able to use condoms. What’s the point? It’s not like I can get pregnant. All I want is to feel his hot skin against mine.

  “Mmm,” he moans, “then say it, Jillian.” He nudges apart my slick folds from behind with his blunt, velvet head and stops. I’m silent.

  “Is it so difficult to meet me halfway?” His voice aches.

  I give in, realizing how much he needs my validation and wants me to acknowledge his. “Make love to me, Raine,” I whisper. “Right now.”

  “Oh, Jillian.” He growls and thrusts deep. We both let out a moan at the same time as I arch forward even more. “Oh, baby.” His hands grasp my hips, and he pumps fast and deep, filling and opening me with each stroke. “You feel too good.” He slows and pulls me back against his body while maintaining a delicious pace. Stroking in, stroking out. Slow and easy. His hand reaches around, his fingers gently dancing over my nub. Touching, teasing.

  “Raine . . .”

  “I love it when you say my name.” His voice is soft and sexy.

  He pulls out and turns me around to face him and then kicks off his pants the rest of the way. His eyes blaze a bright blue and hold purpose. His lips connect with mine. Hungrily, he takes my mouth and conquers it. His tongue probes and caresses mine as he scoops me up and carries me around to the side of his bed. I feel like a feather cradled and supported in the corded muscles of his arms.

  Laying me down, he pulls his shirt, still buttoned, in one fluid movement over his head. He stands before me naked for the first time. I’ve never seen a man so breathtaking. Smooth skin over hard, carved muscle. I’ve seen some of that in the shower his first night here and downstairs in the gym, but seeing him completely naked is different. Better. My eyes gravitate to his crotch. Surrounded by a curly thatch of blond hair, his thick shaft stands up and taps his stomach. My heart beats in a staccato rhythm under my breast. To me, he’s perfection.

  Without a word, he undresses me, discarding my clothes onto the floor.

  He looks at me with longing. “You’re so beautiful, Jillian. I swear.”

  I give him my best “come-hither” look, and his mouth twists into a smile as he kneels over me and knees apart my thighs. He lowers himself and his mouth hovers an inch from mine. His hair drapes down around the side of our faces. “Ask me again,” he says softly. The warmth of his body heats me from above. “Please.”

  “Make love to me, Raine,” I whisper.

  “I thought you’d never ask.” His mouth crushes down on mine, and instead of a passionate assault, he tenderly kisses me and slides back inside me. His mouth drinks at my lips, his tongue waltzing with mine, slow and sensuous. He moves slowly and deliberately, rocking his hips into me in a steady rhythm. I grow breathless, losing myself in his kiss while the pressure builds at my core growing hotter with every penetrating thrust. He dips his head and rests it on my shoulder as his fingers travel my body, sending chills over my skin.

  “Does this feel good, baby?” he asks.

  My eyes half-closed, I meet his insistent gaze. “You know it does, Raine. You feel unbelievable.” I touch his cheek. “You’re amazing, you know that?”

  He smiles, and runs his finger over my lips before his kisses me gently. Then he positions himself squarely on top of me. He wraps one of my legs over his hip and then the other, without missing a stroke. I lock my ankles together tight in the small of his back. He throws his head back and moans. His abs bunch with each deep, penetrating stroke. Changing his angle, he slides over my core with every inward motion.

  “Raine . . .” His name escapes my lips through ragged pants, and I arch off the bed. My body loses control in a sudden wave of sheer pulsating ecstasy and I milk his length as I come.

  “Fuck . . . Jillian!” He holds me against him and thrusts hard and deep until his shoulders stiffen and his erection kicks inside of me, pulsing as he comes. Sweat covers us in a thin layer, and I collapse with my release, jelly underneath him. He lies with his full weight on top of me and breathes heavily next my ear. Still buried deep, he rolls to the side and cuddles me into him.

  “Don’t
pull out yet,” I say, “I want to enjoy you inside me as long as possible.”

  Our heads rest on the same pillow, and when he smiles, it’s filled with satisfaction. “I’d never leave if I didn’t have to.”

  I sweep a strand of his tawny hair back, and stare at his beautiful face. I love the life I see there.

  “I loved that,” he says and kisses my hair. His strong arms pull me closer, and he molds me to his chest. The succulent smell of his skin mixes with sex and fills the air around us. “Will you let me hold you all night?”

  My mouth opens and then shuts. For a moment, I wonder if I should. I already know a relationship with Raine may not be the best idea . . . but I no longer care about that. I care about him—no, that’s a cop out—I think I’m falling in love with him, and I’m no longer going to get in my own way. I’ve done enough of that. Now it’s time to let him carry me away. It’s time to let myself get caught up in Raine.

  “Is anything wrong?” he asks as his eyes fill with alarm.

  I caress the smooth skin of his cheek. “Nothing’s wrong. Not anymore.”

  Maybe I’ll feel differently in the cold light of day, but I doubt it. If I made a terrible mistake sleeping with Raine then I’ll own that mistake in the morning. For tonight, I’ll sleep in his arms and enjoy it.

  Chapter 28

  Raine

  FINGERS BRUSH THE HAIR from my face and coax me awake. My eyes flutter open, and a smile forms on my lips when I feel Jillian’s lips tenderly touching mine. My arm tingles from where she rested her head when we fell asleep, finally, deep into the night. We must not have moved.

  When I think about last night, my heart fills with enough happiness to explode. I want to jump up and strut around the room with pride, knowing we gave Becca and Drew a run for their money. I managed to make love to her three times. Yeah, baby! I’m usually good for two, but I surprised us both. Needless to say, I’m feeling pretty fucking good about it.

  “Hey.” I kiss her back. I’m aware of her legs entwined with mine and her breasts pressed against my side. It stirs me down below.

  There’s something in her eyes this morning I haven’t seen before. A sense of peace mixed with happiness . . . and something else. I feel loved or at least what I think it’s supposed to feel like to be loved. Maybe I’m just delusional or wishing too hard.

  “Good morning,” she says softly and draws her fingertip across my bottom lip. “That was an amazing night.”

  I wrap her in my arms, and pull her on top of me. There’s so much I want to say. I think about how to respond. We’ve come too far for me to screw it up now. I’m afraid she’ll run if I tell her how I feel, so I compromise.

  “It’s the most incredible night I’ve ever had.” I stare into her golden eyes. “I mean it.”

  A smile curls on her lips. “That was better than anything I could’ve written.” She kisses my neck and nips at my earlobe. “I think you’re setting unrealistic expectations for women.”

  I chuckle. “Only if you write about it.” Then I squeeze her into me. “You’re the only one who’ll ever know for sure.”

  She raises her brow. “I’m not your first girlfriend.”

  But I want you to be my last, I think. “But you’re the only one who has ever inspired me to give the best I have to offer.” As I speak the words, the truth resonates inside me.

  Her eyes soften, and she moves to speak, but stops.

  “What?” I ask, clinging to her unspoken words.

  Rather than answer, she climbs on top of me and gives me a devilish look.

  “Don’t start something you’re not going to finish,” I tease, looking up at her with half-closed eyes. She rubs her delicate, wet skin along my length, and it doesn’t take more than a few seconds for my shaft to fully harden and for a moan to rise from my throat. I curl my hands around her hip bones, and shift underneath her as she straddles me. I seek out her opening, wanting to sink into her tight, sexy warmth. But she shifts away just enough so that I can’t reach her.

  She leans forward, and whispers back, “I wouldn’t dream of it. Be patient for me.”

  I frown but do what she says. Her fingertips travel lightly over the skin of my shoulders before she sinks her lips onto the pulsing vein in my neck. It sends shivers down my back. She traces the strong beat with her tongue as she kisses a trail down to my collarbone.

  I can’t prevent the next moan that escapes through my lips. I press my pelvis up until my length grinds against her petals of swollen skin. I want in so badly, but she slides away. I almost whimper when she abandons me, and then her mouth hits my nipples one at a time, grazing them lightly with her teeth until they tighten into firm points. I want to scream in ecstasy. Instead, I sink my fingers into her upper arms, and push my head back into the pillow. “Do you know how good this feels?” I growl with my eyes closed. “Let me inside, Jillian. Please . . .”

  “Not yet,” she breathes.

  I groan. “Not fair.”

  “Everything is fair,” she says, dipping her hot tongue into the indentation in the center of my chest. My erection throbs with need, begging for attention. She ignores it, and her fingers travel along the ripples of my torso while her mouth blazes a trail to my navel. She bumps right into the sensitive tip of my cock with her chin before she gets there. Ha! She can’t ignore me now . . .

  My hands clasp her shoulders and I shudder as she takes me into her mouth. Her tongue circles my tip once then she releases me and moves on.

  “Jillian . . .” Her name comes out as a plea. I’d do anything to plunge into her mouth right this second. Then she holds my shaft to the side, so she can dip her tongue into my belly button. I shudder again.

  Holy shit. I’m almost at my limit for foreplay; it’s like exquisite torture. I need to be inside her somewhere. She lets go of my cock and it springs back to the center of my stomach. She journeys down to the crease along my inner thigh, buries her fingers into my quads, and parts my legs wider. Her tongue darts down to touch my sack, and the next thing I know, she takes my balls into her mouth one at a time.

  “Sssss!” My nerve endings explode with sensation, and I let go of her shoulders so I don’t leave bruises and grip the covers in my fists. My hips jut forward off the bed. More blood pumps to my groin, filling it to a painful capacity.

  She licks a trail up my shaft from root to tip, sending fire through my veins. My breath comes in gasps. “Jillian . . . you’re killing me.”

  My eyes connect with hers as she hovers over the tip of my cock, wearing a knowing smile a second before she wraps her lips around me and swallows me up to the hilt. Surrounded in wet, hot bliss, I’m close to losing my mind. My balls contract and my toes involuntarily curl.

  “Jillian! Shit.” I pant and tangle my fingers in her hair. To avoid choking her, I let her take control and set the pace. Moans rise from her throat as she pleasures me. I’ve never been worked with such expertise in my life. Her tongue dances in rhythm with her hands as they alternate between massaging my balls with just the right amount of pressure and working my shaft, while her tongue tangos with my tip. My eyes roll back in my head as the pressure builds inside of me. It would be easy to just lie back and explode right here, but I don’t want to. I want to take her with me.

  “Mmm . . . Stop, let me inside you,” I say in a throaty growl. If I’m not careful, I’ll get lost in the emerging tide of my pleasure. My length kicks in her hand. “Stop . . . please.”

  She takes one last pull before she releases me. I groan as I fight with whatever shred of control I can muster to hold myself back. She slides up to meet my eyes. Her lips are plump and slick from working me.

  I taste the salty sweetness on them as I take possession. My hands cup the soft skin of her sexy ass, and I position myself under her until my cock connects with her opening. With one thrust, I’m inside, surrounded by her satin heat. She cries out as I rock deep, caressing her from the inside. I focus on her pleasure first to warm her up, grazing over her sens
itive center with every thrust.

  My body demands me to drive harder. Instead, I ignore it and pull out.

  A disappointed gasp comes from her when I leave. I wink, and with a quick roll, she’s underneath me.

  I return the favor she granted me and slide down her body until my face is between her parted thighs. My fingers reach up to find the hard peaks of her nipples, while my tongue massages her swollen clit.

  “Oh, Raine . . .” she cries and clenches the muscles of her thighs against my cheeks. It gives me a thrill every time she calls my name when I make love to her. I inhale the sweet, musky scent of her laced with some of my salt.

  “Raine!” She pulses under my tongue and her body arches off the bed. I lick at her tender folds as she comes for me. A satisfied smile touches my lips. We’re as much in tune with each other in bed as we are out, and I love it. It’s never felt this good or been this easy with any other woman. I’m convinced now more than ever that I’m meant to be with Jillian. Being with her makes me believe in the crazy love she told me about that can last forever.

  I reposition myself over her, and sink back into her heat.

  “Come with me,” I whisper hoarsely. My arms flex around her, and I hold her tight so that her breasts press against my chest while I move slowly and deliberately enough to hook her for a second time and coax her to climax with me. I memorize every nuance of her lush warmth, and know she’s close when I feel her swell again around me.

  “You’re amazing, you know that?” she pants.

  I shake my head. “It’s not me. It’s us together. That’s what’s amazing.”

  It doesn’t take long for the pressure to build inside me to the point that I’m holding on by a thread. A groan escapes me as I reach the breaking point. Within a split second, Jillian cries out and her warmth milks my length.