Bring on the Rain (47 page)

She whispered, “I was thinking how
nervous I am, wondering, if I’ve changed too much, if maybe you’ll
be disappointed.”

He shook his head, looked down her
body, eyes lingering on her hard pink nipples, the russet curls.
Mitch slid his hand over each breast, down her stomach to those
curls. He looked at her again. “I’m hard. I’m not even going to
promise when you open up and take me in, I’m going to have any
self-control.”

Feeling his fingers touching her, down,
inside, out, up. She parted her legs and rasped, “We’ll worry about
slow, and perfect, the second time. Honestly, I’m hurting, needing
to feel you.”

Mitch groaned and lowered his head,
spreading his mouth over hers, delving his tongue in even as he
arose, covered her, and settled between her thighs. However, he
wanted to see and was looking at her when he moved up, and he was
gritting his teeth when he slid inside her sex, all the way, and
saw the pleasure on her face.

Her legs lifted, thighs high on his
sides, her fingers biting into his arms.

He groaned.

Madeline felt him all over her, all
inside her. She felt his forehead come to rest beside her own and
realized from the strain of his inflexible body, he was trying to
hold together.

She put her hands on his back. “I'm not
going anywhere for the rest of the day and neither are you.” Her
hands slid lower. “Let go…”

Mitch did. He bit softly against her
shoulder, a hand held her head with splayed fingers, and moved out,
in, muttering deep and low, how good it felt, how he was not
wanting it to be over.

“
Mitch... Mitch.” She arched
her hips upwards, wild and too turned on. Meeting him as he swelled
and exploded hot inside her.

Mitch shuddered, held her too tight. He
shook his head against her skin, and told her how sorry he
was.

Madeline stroked his back and whispered
to him before she got up and went to the bathroom. Passing him on
the way back, touching his shoulder, and kissing him. When he came
back from cleaning up, she was laying on the bed, watching him,
loving the tanned, taut skin, the shift of muscle in his
movements.

Mitch lay on his side and turned her
face to him, kissing her a long time, touching her. She sighed.
Mitch kissed her breasts, spending time he hadn’t gotten to before,
and suckling, until her whispers filled the room.

For Madeline, it was an hour of
complete bliss. She relaxed, she let him, and she lay there dazed
by long forgotten erotic heat. He kneaded and kissed and laved
until she was aching and panting, pulling at his hair, muttering
and arching. Too many years, too long, her body had been contained,
suppressed. She was on fire inside.

This time when he was over her, inside
her, he was possessive with his thrusts. Mitch was totally focused
on her, wholly driven. Her legs shifted to take in more.

He told her, in a deep husk, she was
hot as hell, and he was going to ride her until she believed
it.

Madeline saw his taut face through the
miasma. She was holding on, being stroked inside to the core. Being
told things that seemed to drive her hunger higher. She was aware
though, from the solid thrust of his body, he wasn’t going to lose
control this time, and he was going to drive his flesh into her
until she knew he’d been there.

Her groan, a half word that was so
explicit, so unlike her. It was likely his hint she was losing
it.

Mitch leaned up, grasped her hips, and
held still.

She was panting, eyeing him in a wild,
lost, way, stunned. Her legs were shaking, her breasts like
pebbles. “What?” she said heatedly.

He grinned even though his eyes were
burning blue lights.

“
What, Mitch!”

He husked, “Tell me, tell me you want
it.”

She made a half laugh of disbelief. “I
want it.”

He moved out slow, half way. Started
in. “This?”

She hissed, grit her teeth, and bowed
up to take him again. “This is no time to tease me, I
swear—”

He went out, slammed in hard. “Can you
feel me yet?”

“
Yes… “

Mitch came out slow, went in hard
again. “Are you sure?”

She panted, glared at him. “Mitch,
Dammit.” There was an almost feral, violent tightness in
her.

He laughed, strained, wicked. “It’s the
ride of our lives, Madeline…. I’m making you mine all over
again…you’re making me yours too.” He then proceeded to ride her so
fast, she couldn’t keep up with him.

He gave it to her until they were both
damp with sweat. When he came, her knees were tucked under his
arms, his lips softly pulling at her tongue. It was absolutely the
most sexually uncontrollable moment of her life.

Chapter 26

She didn’t recall cleaning up, nor
lying back down. She was aware he hadn't come back, which is what
finally brought her mind into focus. She pulled on a long T-shirt
and found him in the kitchen, cooking!

Madeline eyed him, dressed in snug
thigh-hugging briefs, and making grill cheese sandwiches. She got
soda, sat down, and stayed silent while the butter hissed and he
flipped the bread. She watched him take two plates, put the
sandwiches in, cut pickles, find chips, and turn the stove off,
before setting hers in front of her.

Mitch sat down across from her and said
grace then began eating.

She finished one before he finally
looked at her. She was munching a pickle before he
spoke.

“
You’re tight.”

She choked on the pickle and
coughed.

“
But slick enough, I figure
the next two times this evening, you’ll be dripping
wet.”

She wheezed, took a drink of soda, and
stared at him, red faced.

He chewed thoughtfully and eyed her
face. “You’re the best lover I’ve ever had. The only one who
satisfies me. I can’t get enough of you when I’m in there, and when
it’s over, I can’t wait to go back.”

“
Ah, is this like-normal
conversation?”

Mitch took a drink of milk. “There’s
you and me here, this is what I feel, what I want you to know.” He
smiled a little at her flush. “You're going to be the same. You’re
going to see me, tell me you want it. You’re going to talk to me
about how it feels and how you like it best.”

“
I am?” Her brow went
up.

“
Yes, because we are going
to be lovers for the rest of our lives. We missed too many years.
Neither of us is going to waste a moment, being afraid to say yes,
or no, or do this, or I like, or will you—because we want each
other. We turn each other on, Madeline, always have.”

She wondered how he could sit there
calmly, and eat, having said that.

“
Eat.” Mitch took pity on
her. “You’ll need your energy.”

She ate. She could no longer taste it,
but she ate.

He cleaned up the kitchen, drank a
tepid cup a coffee said, “I’m ready for dessert.”

She did not have to ask if he was
talking pie. Mitch came over and slid her chair around, got on his
knees, and put her legs over his shoulders. Her head fell back with
a groan.

She was dessert. When it was over, she
was surprised she didn’t have splinters in her ass.

She made the mistake of slurring that
out.

“
Let’s see.” Mitch turned
her around, lifted her shirt, and surged inside her.

It was primal, rough. She said things,
she held to the counter top muttering yes- yes until she came loud
enough to shatter glass. She lost herself enough to use the F word.
Something that vividly proved that somewhere in her supposedly
traditionalist subconscious mind, she was aware there was a man,
Mitch Coburn, who would define it in an acceptable way for
her.

Sometime later, they took a shower.
Madeline was like a limp rag; her legs were quivering from the
newness of sex. Her body was sore and her mind was blown, because
remembering was nothing compared to doing, and the man was
determined to blow it. He went from that first apology, to the hot
sexual teasing, from the primal scene in the kitchen, to the
absolutely sensual bathing of her.

Mitch carried her wrapped in a towel,
put lotion on her so slowly. Out of the blue, he discovered he had
never tried a certain position.

She was definitely his willing
partner.

Madeline stood on the porch around
midnight, standing with her head on his fresh clean chest, feeling
the deep steady thud of his heart.

“
I’ll never walk
again.”

He laughed, hugged her. “That’s not
what I wanted to hear.”

She pulled back, looked at his relaxed
face. “Is this the marriage question, or the sex stuff?”

Mitch threw his head back and guffawed.
When he had recovered, he said, “I’m asking again on Friday. And,
the next one after. And a Tuesday maybe.”

She sighed. “I didn’t remember you half
as good as you are. You made me feel like a woman. Complete. I
didn’t realize how it takes you completely out of your
surroundings. I feel like we’ve gone somewhere, private and
intimate— together.”

Mitch kissed her lightly. “Thank you.
I’m bringing an engagement ring Friday. Be prepared.”

“
Nothing like giving me
notice.”

“
I’ve got Max and Brook on
my side.”

She blinked. “You what?”

“
I called Brook before she
left. Talked to Max, whenever you say yes…”

She gaped at him. “Mitch—”

“
So, Friday we’ll be
engaged, after it’s only a matter of you saying when.”

“
You’re serious, aren’t
you?”

Mitch cupped her face. “Absolutely I
am. I’m not pressuring, I’m telling you right now. I want to be
your husband, your lover, for the rest of our days. I’m not picky
about the formalities. I will give you whatever you need from me,
to the best of my ability. You work out what you need to mesh with
this life you have built. But let me be the one you come home to,
the one who holds you when you sleep.”

She felt her eyes burn, tears spilled
over. “I have to make some arrangements….”

Mitch smiled. “I’m fine with that. I
want you to have your friends, your work if you want. I’m not
expecting you to have my life. We have to build ours together, with
what we have. Let me know when, where and how. I’ll be
there.”

She wiped her cheeks. “Let’s do
it.”

He hugged her tight and laughed, then
held back from her frowning. “Is this your wicked sense of humor or
do you mean it? I…Do you love me?”

She cupped his face, her eyes pooling
again. “I have loved you all along, Mitch Coburn. Never, have I
not, loved you.”

Mitch shuddered, hugged her and husked,
“Hell, I don't want to leave now.”

She whispered, “Then, come back
inside.”

~*~

Madeline was in such a glow at work,
she didn’t even notice everyone watching her, until it was time to
close up. There they were, lined up by the bar, smiling, and eyeing
her, as she got ready to leave.

She turned slowly, red faced and
letting her eyes go over them.

“
Madeline got some nookie,”
Rafael said, grinning.

Everyone started clapping, and
whistling, even Sunny.

She muttered, “All right, all right,
Jeeze.”

“
This calls for a
celebration.” They moved aside and she saw the wineglasses spread
out on the bar.

“
God, was I that obvious?”
She walked over among them and took up her glass.

“
Let’s put it this way,”
Nick winked, “One of the customers asked me what kind of drugs you
were high on.”

“
They did not!” She gasped
laughing.

“
Oh yes, and she wasn’t the
only one,” Rocky told her.

She met Lenora’s eyes.

The woman smiled and shrugged. “You’ve
got whisker burns on your neck.”

Madeline laughed. In being in on this,
the woman was setting up for the same sort of teasing.

“
So, when is the wedding?”
they wanted to know.

“
We’re getting engaged
Friday,” she told them.

There were toasts. Sunny offered, “You
can have the wedding here if you want.”

“
I probably will. I have a
feeling Mitch isn’t going to be patient.”

That set her up for more teasing, and
by the time she drove home, she had a stupid smile on her
face.

Ruby was on the porch, holding two
restaurant bags. She watched Madeline come up the steps, watched
her open the door, and as soon as she walked in she said, “It was
that good, huh?”

Madeline laughed, and groaned,
wondering just how she was giving off those signs?