Riding the Storm (21 page)

praying
that
they
wouldn’t,
yet
at
the
same
thing
knowing

there
was
something
else
she
needed,
something
she
had
to
have.

She
felt
him
place
his
body
over
hers,
felt
the
strength
of
his
thighs
entwining
with
hers
and
relished
the
strong
beat
of

his
heart
against
her
breasts.
He
lifted
her
hips
into
his

hands.

He
broke
off
their
kiss
and
met
her
gaze,
looked
down
at
her
the
moment
he
pushed
himself
inside
of
her,
with
one
deep,
hard
thrust.
Her
body
stiffened
and
she
gasped
as
a
surge
of
pain
ripped
through
her.

He
immediately
went
still
as
total
disbelief
lined
his
features.
“Jayla?”

Her
name
was
a
low
rumble
from
deep
within
his
throat.
She
saw
the
shock
that
flared
in
his
eyes
and
felt
the

tension
coiling
within
him.
A
spurt
of
panic
swept
through
her
at
the
thought
that
he
wouldn’t
finish
what
he’d
started,
so
she
decided
to
take
action.

“Don’t
ask,”
she
said,
then
leaned
upward
and
recaptured
his
mouth
with
hers.
Her
hands
clutched
at
his
shoulders

and
her
legs
wrapped
solidly
around
him,
locking
him
in

place.
She
felt
his
resistance
and
began
kissing
him
in
all
the
ways
he
had
kissed
her
that
night,
letting
her
tongue

tangle
relentlessly
with
his.
He
slowly
began
moving,
easing

in
and
out
her,
claiming
her,
taking
her,
making
love
to
her
in
a
way
she
always
dreamed
that
lovemaking
was

supposed
to
be.
The
only
thought
on
her
mind
was
the

strength
of
him
driving
back
and
forth,
rocking
her
world
and
sending
her
over
the
edge.
She
knew
she
would

remember
every
moment
of
this
night
for
as
long
as
she
lived.

A
groan
eased
from
Storm’s
lips
as
Jayla’s
body
met
his,
stroke
for
stroke.
His
hand
reached
down
and
lifted
her

hips
to
him
for
a
closer
fit,
as
if
they
weren’t
already
close
enough.
She
was
tight,
sensuously
so,
and
his
body
surged
in
and
out
of
hers,
back
and
forth,
massaging
her
insides
the
same
way
and
with
the
same
rhythm
that
her
breasts

were
massaging
his
chest.

He
had
recovered
from
shock
at
discovering
she’d
been
a
virgin
and
decided
since
he
was
the
one
initiating
her
into
lovemaking,
that
he
would
do
it
right.
And
the
little

whimpering
sounds
coming
from
her
lips
told
him
that
he
was
definitely
making
an
impact.

“Storm…”

He
felt
her
body
jerk
at
the
same
time
she
pressed
her

head
into
his
shoulder
to
stifle
a
scream.
The
intensity
of

her
climax
jolted
him,
nearly
stealing
his
breath
before
he
followed
her
in
his
own
release,
yanked
into
the
strongest
and
most
mindless
orgasm
he
had
ever
experienced
in
his

entire
life.
And
it
was
destined
to
be
the
longest…or

perhaps
he
was
having
multiples,
back
to
back.
There
was
no
way
to
tell
since
the
earth-shattering
sensations
were

hitting
him
all
at
once
in
every
form
and
from
every
possible
angle.
The
feeling
was
unique,
incredible,
out
of
this
world
and
once
in
a
lifetime.
He
hadn’t
expected
this
and
was

caught
off
guard
by
the
magnitude
of
what
was
happening
to
him.
He
was
being
hurled
into
something
he
had
never
before
experienced.

“Jayla!”

Her
name
was
torn
from
his
lips
and
he
threw
his
head

back
as
he
continued
to
pump
rapidly
into
her
when
he
felt
another
climax
claim
him—his
third,
possibly
a
fourth.
With
a
growl
that
came
low
from
deep
within
his
throat,
he

leaned
down
and
pressed
a
kiss
to
her
mouth
as
his
body
continued
to
tumble
into
oblivion,
and
he
knew
what
they
had
shared
was
nothing
short
of
heaven.

“I
did
as
you
requested
and
didn’t
ask
then,
but
I’m
asking
now,
Jayla.”

Storm’s
words
gave
her
pause.
She
let
out
a
deep
breath
and
wondered
why
he
couldn’t
be
one
of
those
men
who
just
accepted
things
as
they
were?

She
looked
up
at
him
and
saw
the
intensity
in
the
depth
of