More than likely.
Storm pressed deeper into the room and shrugged out of his jacket. He draped it over the armchair by the window and gazed out at the view with his fists on his hips. I moved up behind him and wrapped my arms around him.
Resting my chin on his shoulder, I sighed. “Thank you for bringing me here tonight. I needed to get away more than I realized.”
He turned to me, and I thought he was an even better view than the harbor and starry night sky behind him. “I had fun, too.”
“You better have. I’m excellent company.”
His chuckle rumbled deep in his chest. “You are insatiable company. I can’t get enough of you. Speaking of which,” he paused and let his eyes roam over my body, from head to toe and back up again, “why are your clothes still on?”
“Oh, it’s like that, is it?”
Storm took a step toward me, closing the gap between us, and helped me out of my coat. He let it fall to the floor before pulling my shirt over my head. It passed between our lips before we came together for a passionate, slow-burning kiss that made my lips tingle. Storm ran his hands over my back and unclipped my bra. It joined the rest of my clothes on the floor.
I stepped out of them, not wanting to trip and make an ass of myself, and Storm led me to the bed.
It creaked and groaned furiously when he pushed me down on it.
Giggling, I reached for him, and he joined me on the bed, bracing himself over me with a knee planted between my legs.
The bed continued to make many noises of protest.
Storm hissed at it. “Fucking bed.”
I wrapped my legs around him and held his face in my hands. “I don’t care.”
Pulling him down to meet me, we kissed deeply, tasting each other and exploring each other with our tongues. Storm drew a deep breath, and I clung more desperately to him, feeling him growing hard in his jeans. I reached down and rubbed him over the denim. He let out a breathless laugh, and I whispered for him to take it all off.
He did.
The rest of my clothes were quick to follow. While I undressed, he took a condom out of his pocket and left it on the nightstand next to a vase of white roses. I shimmied up the bed and he followed, relentless in his pursuit of my lips. He lay between my thighs and kissed me, one hand sliding up my back and cupping the back of my neck.
We moved slower tonight than we had last night. Every movement felt intentional—purposeful. He wasn’t rushing this along, and neither was I. Where last night we were just desperate to take all our clothes off and feel each other, tonight we were more invested in slowing down and taking our time. Storm knew that he had me eating out of the palm of his hand when he began rubbing my pussy. I spread my legs for him, letting them fall open in invitation.
It wasn’t long before he had me on my back and he lay down beside me, fucking my pussy with his fingers while I stroked his cock in one hand and made desperate, whimpering, pathetic, lustful sounds. He leaned over me, stroking my hair while he fucked me and kissed me, and I descended into a kind of blissful madness I’d never felt before. Storm was everywhere—in my throat, in my pussy, in my veins. He was all I needed and all there was, and as I burned hotter and hotter for him, I began rolling my hips, fucking myself on his fingers, and pleading through murmurs for him to make me come.
“Not yet,” he purred.
I moaned in protest. The sheer torture of it all threatened to shatter me into pieces.
“Please.”
Storm growled above me, rabid and wild, and the sound pushed me to the brink. If I couldn’t let go now, I would lose myself. My eyes rolled back and my back arched. Every muscle in my body seized, desperate to hold on to my climax and not break—desperate to do as I was told.
Storm’s fingers pressed up inside me. “Good girl.”
My breath came in ragged pants. “I can’t.”
He kissed my cheeks and my neck. His thumb swept over my clit. I gripped the sheets beneath us.
Storm teased me until he knew I couldn’t take any more and my body was at its limit before he finally whispered in my ear. “Come for me, baby.”
It happened instantaneously. I let go. All of my tight muscles relaxed as pleasure rippled through me. My thighs spasmed and tried to close. Storm held them open mercilessly, rubbing me until the sheets were wet.
In one fluid movement, he reached over me and plucked the condom from the nightstand. He tore it open with his teeth while I lay in a daze beneath him, panting for breath. I was dimly aware of him rolling it on before he hovered over me and slid his cock inside of me.
I drew a sharp breath and gripped his forearms.
He worked me over slowly, letting me get used to his size before he went down on his elbows over me. He kissed me while he fucked me. I lifted my ass off the mattress, struggling with restraint as he took his time. Every thrust made me wetter. Every kiss made me weak. Every moan from his lips made me want to scream his name at the ceiling.
He never changed his momentum. My body thrummed with pleasure unlike anything I’d ever experienced, and my heart swooned in my chest. He handled me like something precious to him. This wasn’t a frantic rip-our-clothes-off fuck. This was something more.
I could feel it in the way he kissed me.
When I knew he was getting close, I begged him to come with me. Our orgasms crashed over us in unison, and when we were both done and spent, we rolled into each other. Storm gathered me up in his arms and rested his chin on my head, and I wrapped my arms around his waist. I listened to his heartbeat for what felt like twenty minutes before he got up and took the condom off. When he came back, he looked dead tired on his feet, and I welcomed him back into the warm bed with goodnight kisses. We lay with my back to his chest, and I used his bicep as a pillow.
As the night stretched on, I listened to him fall asleep behind me. His breathing evened out. The room felt more still.
I closed my eyes and thought about the last two weeks. Ever since Storm and I became, well, whatever this was, a lot of my old habits had fallen to the wayside. How long had it been since I went on a shopping spree and dropped a bunch of money I didn’t need to spend? How long had it been since I was tempted to shop to make myself feel better?
Not only did I feel safe in his arms, but I knew in my soul I wanted this right here more than I wanted anything. More than I even wanted modeling.
For the first time since I could remember, I felt content.
CHAPTER 29
STORM
I’d had the week from hell ever since Laila and I got back from Cold Spring Harbor.
I’d been pulled every which way by my board of directors as the fashion show closed in. Now that we were in the final stretch, they had last-minute concerns they felt compelled to voice, and they wanted my attention on almost everything that happened at the office.
Somewhere along the line, they’d finally begun to look at me as their boss. I wasn’t sure exactly when that had happened, probably because I was too preoccupied with Laila, and now that I had a sliver of their respect, it didn’t seem as important as I used to think it was. I didn’t want it as badly.
Maybe that was why they’d finally given it to me.
While I was running around headquarters like a crazy person trying to make sure we were on track for the show tomorrow night, I knew Laila was just as overwhelmed. Prepping for a fashion show was no joke, but I didn’t realize the lengths she’d have to go to in order to make herself ready.