Chayton's Tempest (33 page)

tightly around her.

The kiss was explosive. Tempest felt her skin come alive

with sensations. She mewled in the back of her throat as his

hands slid under her ass and anchored her against him.

She wrapped her fingers in his luxurious hair, keeping

their lips together. Her pussy flooded with wetness as he

dominated the kiss, his thick tongue thrusting deep into her

mouth.

One of his hands delved into her hair, tugging her head

back. His teeth dragged along her lower lip, sending a mix of

pain and pleasure through her.

Her eyes met his. “I need you,” she stated bluntly as she

reconnected their mouths.

Anticipation rose in her when Maverick turned and

headed back through the water. Releasing his mouth, Tempest

burrowed her face into his neck.

All synapses were firing with her craving for him. She

shifted against him as he stepped up the lone step into the

cabin. His groan made her smile.

How effortlessly he carried her. The immense strength

in his body amazed her.

Powerful and yet gentle.

Fierce and tender.

He was what she needed; and as he lowered her slowly

down his muscular frame, she knew he was her saving grace.

His onyx gaze landed on her face. “Tempest?”

“Shut up, Maverick. If you’re here to yell at me for

leaving, march your ass out that door. If you want to fuck, you

can stay.”

She raised an eyebrow, hands resting on the hem of her

shirt.

If you want to fuck, you can stay.

Maverick’s cock jumped in his pants. No surprise what

its decision was. And he had to agree. It made him ecstatic she

wanted him.

The words she uttered took the innocent aura

surrounding her since seeing her loveliness in the woods and

replaced it with a sensual being who knew exactly what she

craved. A white, ripped, sleeveless tee and a pair of low-slung,

high-cut shorts were all she wore. The filtered sun through the

trees had added a glow to her dark walnut-colored skin.

He whipped his shirt off and dropped it on the floor. He

crouched down and made short work of unlacing and

removing his heavy boots and socks. Maverick looked up

across the distance separating him from the woman he loved

and growled low in his throat.

She’d removed her shirt, so she stood there in a plain,

unadorned white bra and the loose-fitting, low-riding scrap she

called shorts. Smooth, brown skin tempted him as he hungrily

drank in her long, toned legs and hot body.

He stood tall and prowled toward her. He captured his

bottom lip in his teeth as he vanquished the space between

them. He never slowed his approach, just hauled her into his

embrace. His arms held her there.

Maverick loved how she fit against him. He loved

holding her. The erotic touch of her silken skin on his. The

smell that defined her, a gentle exotic scent that wasn’t

overwhelmingly feminine. It was slightly woodsy and had a

warm subtlety to it. It was perfect on her.

Maverick placed her down on the couch and knelt

before her. He remained silent as he reached for the brass

button holding up her enticing shorts.

Down her body he pulled them until they were piled

beside him on the floor. His nose flared as the spicy scent of

her. Possessiveness rose in him while he stared at Tempest.

Her chestnut eyes smoldered with passion, her full lips

slightly parted, her skin flushed and heated.

His woman.

He blinked and stood. With one hand he pulled a

scantily clad Tempest up beside him.

“What?” she asked.

“A bed, Tempest. By God, I’ll love you in a bed.”

She sighed as he scooped her up in his arms. Sure strides

took him back to the bed he’d placed her on earlier that day.

With the utmost care, Maverick lowered her to the quilt. His

body partially covered hers as he rejoined their mouths.

He could sense her need in her kiss. It was as obvious to

him as his own heartbeat. Maverick reached behind her and

unhooked her bra with one hand, removing it. A groan of

pleasure left him as her full breasts were exposed to his heady

gaze.

Without hesitation he began making love to them both,

alternating between them as if enjoying the finest chocolates

man had ever encountered.

Her moans were music to his ears. Maverick knew there

wasn’t anywhere else on earth he’d rather be than with

Tempest.

Laving a path down her sternum, Maverick dipped his

tongue in her bellybutton, smiling when she squirmed and

whimpered. Scooting further down the bed, he continued with

his quest.

The scent of her desire bombarded his nose and he

burned for her. With two fingers, he trailed them over the

juncture of her thighs as his mouth nibbled along the top of her

panties.

He could feel the moisture seeping through the cotton

material and his cock responded with a violent jerk in his

pants. His teeth bit her side, and she shook while his tongue

licked away any pain.

“James,” she panted.

His fingers drifted over her core again. And again. She

tried to increase those light touches by shifting her hips as

much as she could.

“Yes,
mitawin
,
” he purred against her silken skin.

“What?”

She moaned and bucked against his fingers again.

“Please.”

“Please what?”

“Touch me,” she said breathlessly.

“I am.” Another touch flitted across her apex.

“James!” she yelled as one hand wound in his hair and

pulled.

He nipped the inside of her thigh in response and she

ground herself against him. Maverick could taste her sweet

essence through the material of her underwear and he bit back

a groan.

His tongue swept up the wet cloth and he shivered as

her taste covered his tongue. He used one finger and moved

the material to the side, allowing his tongue full access to her

moist flesh.

He moaned in pleasure as her cream saturated his

probing tongue. His skin felt on fire. His body ached to join

them as one. He longed to sink deep into her heat and

experience emotions he could only have with her.

With a rough growl, he ripped her panties down and

dropped them somewhere, his attention firmly fixed on the

sight before him. Her pussy was neatly trimmed and he could

see the tip of her clit peeking out from the full lips.

His mouth covered her and he began to enjoy her again

without the obstruction of her panties. Her mews filled the air

as he licked up and down her slit.

Pulling her clit into his mouth, he rolled it around. His

teeth grazed it lightly and he reveled in each jump, each quiver

from her. Her responses only enflamed his.

“James,” she whimpered. “Please.” Her hips arched

against his mouth. Her legs tightened around his ears, holding

him in place.

Stabbing his tongue deep inside her, he lapped all she

had to offer. When her body stopped convulsing around him,

he drew back. In seconds, he shucked his pants and boxers

before lowering himself over her. His rigid erection knew just

where to go and Maverick slid home, welcomed by her slick

heat.

Tempest released a groan of satisfaction. Maverick

slipped slowly into her, stretching her, forming her body to fit

his. Every touch, every caress from him sent her to a place she

longed to remain.

A perfect world where nothing was wrong.

His rough, silvery timbre, whispered words in Lakota in

her ear as he moved slowly within her depths. She placed her

legs up around his waist, the heat of his skin searing her, and

allowed him deeper access.

He took it and then some. She purred in pleasure as his

slow, even strokes started a fire deep within her. Only this man

had that ability. Sex with others had been good, but this was

damn near indescribable for her.

“Maverick,” she mumbled.

“Yes?”

Flames licked up and down her skin where he touched

her. His teeth grazed the outside of her ear, adding to the

stimulus.

“More,” she pleaded.

He murmured more Lakota to her and picked up his

pace just a bit. His hands found hers and stretched them out

over her head where he interlaced their fingers.

Maverick’s body enveloped hers, making her feel so

warm, loved, and needed. The pace increased further as she

wriggled beneath him.

“More,” she begged, planting her feet on the mattress

and angling her hips to meet his sensual thrusts sooner.

“Easy,
mitawin
. We do this easy,” he uttered.

She whimpered and pushed against his sweaty body.

“No.” Tempest wanted to forget everything. She longed for

mindless sex.

“I’m not fucking you, Tempest. I’m going to make long,

sweet love to you.” He nibbled on her parted lips before

covering them with a kiss.

She wriggled against him.

“No, Tempest. I want you to burn for me like I burn for

you. This is our time to start over. This is
our
time.”

And just like that, she stopped wanting it fast, hard, and

mindless. She wanted everything he had to offer. Kissing him

lightly, she closed her eyes and pretended he was hers.

All hers. No one else’s.

 
“I’m all yours,
mitawin
. I’m all yours.”

His body moved faster. Skin slid on skin as he withdrew

and entered her core.

Tempest cried softly, “James.”

His hips never stopped plunging into her. “Right here,

my love. I’m right here.”

She was so close to the feeing she craved. His lips made

love to hers as he continued moving within her.

“Are you ready, Tempest?” he asked in a graveled voice.

“Yes,” she replied as she tightened her fingers around

his.

“I love you, Tempest,” he said as he came deep within

her.

She didn’t answer. She couldn’t answer. Her body fell

apart into a million tiny pieces as she was launched over the

edge, encompassed by bliss.

His heavy and warm body settled her deeper into to the

mattress. She could feel the rapid beating of his own heart

against her breast. His face was buried in her neck and for a

moment, they remained joined and silent.

Tempest whimpered slightly when he rolled off of her,

but she stopped when he pulled her into his embrace, tucking

her head under his chin and latching his arms around her.

Limbs languid, she nuzzled his neck and sank further

into his hold. This was what she wanted. This was what she