Overture (Rain Dance, Book 1) (Rain Dance Series) (44 page)

     
Wow. I didn't
know what to say after that, so I did the only thing I could. I kissed him on
the cheek and told him exactly what I was thinking. "I think you may be my
new hero."

     
He gave me a
look of surprise. "How so?"

     
I shook my head
and smiled before taking another big bite. I didn't want things to turn awkward
by my explanation. Moreover, I knew I wouldn't be able to find the right words
to make him understand. I was bad with words.

     
Smiling back,
he watched on. After a few seconds, he rested his chin on his palm. "So
who was your former hero?"

     
I swallowed and
felt a blush creep its way onto my face, thinking of the first name that would
come into my head whenever I'd been asked that question in school.

     
Ethan's smile
widened. "What an interesting reaction. Tell me."

     
"Scarlett
O'Hara," I stated proudly, pushing my embarrassment aside and taking
another bite.

     
"…
She's
your hero?"

     
I nodded.

     
He tilted his
head, perplexed. "She married a man she didn't love to try and make her
unrequited love jealous. When he died, she only cared about being too young to
be a widow. Then she lied, stole and married her sister's man just so she could
pay the taxes on her home. When
he
died, she was only worried about
going to hell. And then she married another man solely for his money. That's
your hero?"

     
I nodded again.
"She's a total bitch, isn't she? Entirely selfish. But she protected what
she did love, doing whatever it took. What she did wasn't right, but it was
human."

     
"Would you
do that? Do whatever it took, knowing that someone would get hurt in the
process?"

     
"No, I
would just run away."

     
As evening
started to come around, we sat on the sofa browsing through the channels.

     
"There's
nothing," I complained.

     
"We could
always go back outs-" Ethan's voice cut off as he fished into his pocket
to pull out his phone. He sighed when he saw the number.

     
"I hope
it's actually work-related this time," I mumbled, still flipping through
the TV.

     
"It
is." He answered and spoke into the phone, "What, Tyler?"

     
Ah, so it was
Ginger's man. I could faintly hear the male's voice on the other line.

     
"So fix
it." Ethan was now annoyed. "…What? No - don't. Let me talk to
him."

     
I made out the
words
already leaving
from the caller.

     
"Then
run."
So demanding.
"Now.
Go
. Before he exits the
building." Exhaling, he stood up. "This might take a few
minutes," he said to me, leaning down to kiss my head before walking away.

     
I wanted to
laugh. I don't know why, but I found it amusing to think that Ethan could
literally send his employees on a chase by simple demand.

     
A minute later,
I decided to give up on trying to find something to watch. It was Sunday, after
all. I turned the television off, threw the remote down onto the seat next to
me, and then leaned back into the sofa. It was quiet except for the sound of
ocean. I looked out the window. Clouds had taken over, and the soon-to-be
dimming sky was now a bright gray.

     
Without really
thinking, I was getting up to put some music on. I didn't feel too much like
dancing, but I needed to do something. When the soft, familiar plucking of an
electric guitar filled the room, my mood instantly changed. It was Sonic Youth's
'Shadow of a Doubt' - a song that I had listened to plenty of times during
previous trips to the beach. Rather than jump into any crazy movements, I began
stretching first. I hummed along to the instrumentals, keeping my eyes locked
onto the ocean's waves, which now almost seemed to be moving along with the
music. Smiling to myself, I began swaying, trying to match the water's
movement. Eventually, the piece ended just as it had begun…Quietly. Peaceful.

     
The next song
began, and when the female's high-pitched humming started echoing around me, I
was already in a trance. I closed my eyes and raised my arms, moving them in
snake-like motions before spinning around and slowly circling my hips. I let
the music take me, leading me on from the inside until my body was not my own
anymore. Pretty soon I would be standing on the edge of that cliff, waiting to
jump out of my own skin. Leaning my head back, I dipped backwards into a
backbend. Sensing I was no longer alone, I opened my eyes to see Ethan staring
down at me.

As
soon as our eyes made contact it felt as though I'd been hit with a sharp jolt
of electricity. It coursed through my veins in thick, heavy pulsations. The
surface of my skin tingled and a calm sense of clarity overtook my mind.
Slowly, methodically, I raised my spine and twisted my body around to face him.
I lowered my arms but kept them raised slightly behind me - almost in a
defensive stance, and began moving into a sideways hip roll.

     
Up…out…down…in…

     
The instant I saw his hand move forward, I circled him,
spinning around his tall form until I stood behind him. Lightly, I slid one
hand up his forearm and the other up and over his shoulder before circling him
one more time - this time stopping in front of him, where I pressed my back up
against his chest. I moved my hips against him, pleased by how magnificently
hard he already was. But that feeling only lasted for a small second, as
desperate need soon made its presence known by taking hold of my entire body.

     
One of his
hands took hold of my moving hip while the other slowly made its way up my arm,
following the curve of my shoulder and tracing my collarbone before gently
gripping my neck. When I tilted my head to look up at him, he brushed his thumb
over my lips. Opening my mouth, I closed it over his finger, sucking lightly on
the tip. His eyes narrowed, their color darkening into more of an underwater
blue. When he pulled his finger away, I leaned the back of my head against him.

     
"Please," I asked quietly.

     
Still gripping
my neck, he pulled my head closer as he bent down to take my mouth. Our tongues
met first, followed by the soft, gentle suction of our lips. The electricity
was no longer pulsing throughout my body, but was now centered in one
particular spot. I could already feel myself getting wetter with every passing
second.

     
I was so
enraptured by the kiss that I didn't notice his other hand leaving my hip to
pull down the thin strap of my dress until my bare breast was left exposed. The
cold air stung at my sensitive skin and my nipple perked up in a way that was
both painful and pleasant. His hand cupped the underside before gently
squeezing the bud with his thumb and forefinger. A small whimper rose from my
throat in response.

     
He pulled back
from our kiss and began to gently nip and pull at my earlobe with his teeth.
The hand around my neck slid downwards until it passed the edge of my dress.
Reaching under, he cupped me and slid a finger through the side of my panties.

     
"You're
already so wet," he murmured against ear.

     
"Your
kisses tend to do that."

     
He inserted his
finger inside me.

     
"
Please
,"
I breathed. "I want to feel all of you."

     
Pausing, he
thought to himself for a few moments before removing his hand completely, only
to bring his finger to my mouth. I took it and sucked. It was something I'd
never had the nerve to do on my own before, and I was surprised by how sweet it
was. Tasting it off his skin made it all the more arousing. When he removed his
finger, I licked my lips, remembering what he tasted like.

     
He turned me
around and suddenly I was up in the air. Instinctively, I wrapped my arms
around his neck and my legs around his waist. He kissed me hard, grabbing hold
of my bottom and squeezing tightly.

     
Lost in his
mouth again, I didn't even notice we were upstairs until I felt him lay me down
on the bed beneath him. When I realized we were actually going to do this, my
heart started thumping so hard I was afraid it might break through my chest. I
tried my best to stay calm, but I couldn't stop the slight tension from
creeping up my spine. As he kissed his way down my neck, my breath hitched and
my stomach turned into a mass array of butterflies. I entered sensory overload
then. I could feel every inch of his clothed leg between mine. I felt the heat
of his hand as it made its way up my thigh, slowly lifting my leg to wrap
around his side. I felt the thick strands of his hair lightly brushing and
tickling my chest. I inhaled, hoping that his natural and familiar body scent,
the one that reminded me of the sea - of home, would help calm me. It did.
Closing my eyes, I felt his tongue run over my nipple before taking the erect
bud between his teeth, causing me gasp in surprised delight.

     
"I can
feel your heart," he said quietly, pressing his ear against my breastbone.
We stayed there like that for a minute, completely silent. The music downstairs
was a mere echo. I allowed the sounds of the ocean to help calm my nerves even
further. I was safe. I was secure. Finally...I would be able to drown without
fear.

     
Gently, I
reached for Ethan's face, pulling him up to look at me. I brushed back some of
his hair to study his eyes.
Blue.
He stared back at me, his gaze
unwavering. Our lips found each other at the same time, slowly at first.

     
Gratefulness…

     
Excitement…

     
Familiarity
…

    
Nervousness
…

     
…
Possessiveness.

     
Soon, it became
a dance of tongues. I slid my hands down to grip his waist before pulling his
sweater off of him. When I got it high enough, he lifted his arms and pulled
away for a second, allowing me to remove it completely. I tossed it to the side
and continued kissing him, running my hands up and down his back, feeling every
muscle underneath.

     
Next came his
turn. As I lifted my hips, he moved my arms over my head and pulled the dress
up and off of me in one single motion. I shivered, but not because of the cold
air. It was still light out, and it felt odd to finally be entirely topless
around him. I'd been completely bare last night, but at least the dark had
offered some protection. Ethan looked over my form with eyes that were both
gentle yet intense, running the palm of his hand up the center of my stomach,
guiding it to land on my heart. I bit my lip, feeling goose bumps form on the
surface of my skin.

     
Slowly, he
leaned back down to kiss me again while I let my hands make their way down the
front of his chest, the tips of my fingers circling the hardened edges of his
nipples before trailing downwards. Timidly, I moved them lower until I was able
to reach the edge of his pants. With one hand, I cupped his hard member. He
groaned in response, sending another ripple of pleasure straight to my core. I
began unbuttoning him. When the zipper was down, I slipped my hand inside and
pressed it up against him again. He moved his head to bite my earlobe.

     
"Fuck…" he whispered before pulling away. Quickly, he freed
himself of the rest of his clothing until, finally, I had this glorious
specimen in the nude. He was breathtaking. I immediately gave my thanks to the
heavens above for allowing the creation of this angel. And then for allowing him
to grace the Earth. And then again for allowing me the opportunity to have him
all for myself.

     
"What's
wrong?" he asked, suddenly looking uneasy.

     
"Huh?"

     
"You look
like you're about to cry."

     
Aw shit.
I shook my head and giggled. "I just…I think I could stare at you for
hours and never get bored."

     
He gave me a
surprised look, then chuckled and leaned down to give me another kiss. When he
pulled away, he was smiling down at me. "…Amber," he said quietly.
Then, "Are you sure about this?"

     
I nodded in
consent. He knew everything there was to know about me now. He had seen me at
my worst, but he'd stayed with me the entire time. There was nothing left to
hold me back, and I wouldn't have to worry about him regretting this.

   
  
He gave one last peck and then lowered himself,
trailing feather-like kisses down my neck again. As he neared my collarbone, I
automatically arched my back and leaned into him. A second later his mouth was
on my breast, sucking, tugging, and lightly biting. I moaned in delight. It may
not have been the first time a man had done that to me, but it
was
the
first time it had affected me in such a way. I had just assumed that I wasn't
sensitive in that area at all.

     
Realizing that
I was thinking about things other than Ethan, I mentally chastised myself. That
didn't last long though, as I soon became distracted when he put his hands
through the waistband of my panties and began gliding them down my legs. When
he was done teasing my other breast he moved down to my belly, nipping my skin
all the way along. His tongue circled around my belly button and I bit my lip
even harder - it seemed that just about every edge of my body was sensitive
now. As soon as I was completely naked, his mouth was on my clit.

 
    
"
Ah
!" I grasped at the
sheets as his tongue worked its magic. "I'm a-already wet," I
breathed.

     
He inserted a
finger inside of me. "You're too tight, Kitten. I need you completely
relaxed first," he stated smoothly. When he inserted the second finger I
threw my head back. I had never made it past using two of my own. It was rare
when I used them at all, and his were much larger than mine. It still wasn't
something I was used to.

     
His tongue
continued its careful ministrations and pretty soon I was lost. My breathing
escalated and my body began overheating. I had to grab onto the pillow behind
me to keep myself from wrapping my hands through his hair in attempt to pull
him closer.

     
Next thing I
knew, I was crying out, my body convulsing as I shattered into pieces. Ethan
came over me then, placing small kisses on the side of my face. I was still
enjoying the blissful high when I felt the head of his cock press against me.
My mind was jumbled, but I was able to formulate the words…
Fuck. Wait. How?

     
I was afraid to
move, afraid to do anything that might bring me closer to coming back down to
Earth. I wished he had entered as soon as he'd made me come. Maybe then the
pain might've been dulled by all the fireworks going off in my body. But he
must've had the same idea, because suddenly his tongue, now flavored with my
juices, thrust into me at the same time his cock did. My scream was lost in his
mouth. It wasn't excruciatingly painful, but it certainly wasn't comfortable.
Mostly it just stung like a motherfucker.

     
He pulled away
and growled, "
Fucking Christ
." I remained unmoving beneath
him, waiting to adjust to his member. "Are you alright?" he asked
with a clenched jaw.

     
I nodded slowly
as an odd feeling overtook me. A calm, quiet contentment. We were connected
now. The very idea of this kind of intimacy had always frightened me, but here
I was, so eager for it - for
him
. I leaned up to kiss him once. Then,
wrapping my arms around his body, I whispered, "Move."

     
Slowly, he
backed out, pausing a moment before bringing himself back in. And then back
out. And then in again. I tried my best to enjoy every inch of it. I focused on
the way his hard length moved inside of me, smoothly with ease. I focused on
his body, large and hot over mine. I felt his warm breath on my neck and
noticed the way his biceps clenched and his fists tightened around the bed sheets.
Knowing that he was feeling good was enough to shred the last bits of
discomfort. I could feel that I still hadn't fully adjusted yet, but that
didn't stop the small buzzing hum that formed from where he caressed me inside.
Every time he entered it grew, until it soon felt as though I was riding wave
after wave after wave of pleasure.

     
It was pure
ecstasy.