I would never forget that day. The bright lights in that high school parking lot had hit his face just perfectly. His copper eyes had sparkled. His long lashes had fluttered, and I remembered wondering how it would feel to have his long lashes skimming over my face or anywhere on my body.
He traced circles on my bare leg, eliciting a string of goose bumps. “Penny for your thoughts.” His voice was husky and downright panty-melting.
I captured his lips, pushing my tongue through until we were in a heated kiss. All that tension fell away, and before I knew what was happening, I was straddling him while his hands were on the move over my body—my waist, my breasts, my ass, everywhere.
The pounding of the rain became our music as the drops pinged off the glass top of the sunroom.
He threaded his fingers through my hair, tugging my head back before he began kissing my neck.
“Mr. Steel is growing,” I said through a moan.
“I need to be inside you.” His voice was raspy.
He didn’t have to say another word. In a flash, I was naked, standing before him.
He raked his gaze up then down, slow and sure. I felt like he was kissing every part of my body.
He tore off his shirt. “You’re more beautiful than the day we met.”
I licked my lips as I admired my gorgeous husband. The man was all muscle with dips and valleys on his upper torso. But the one area that always got me right where it counted were the hearts tattooed on his chest—five of them. Four of the hearts represented his siblings. The one that sat above them had my name inked inside, and that was the reason happy tears burned my eyes.
“You know we have a problem.”
One of his eyebrows went up. “Oh?”
“I’m naked, and you’re not.”
He remedied that in two seconds flat. As we both stood naked and facing each other with the rain pouring down, all the tension, problems, life, and anything or anyone who could get in our way didn’t matter.
He erased the short distance between us, bowed his head, pinched one of my nipples, and leaned into my ear. “I’m going to fuck you until the sun comes up.”
I shivered in delight. “I love when you talk dirty. But first, you have to catch me.” I ran out of the sunroom, giggling like I was a teenager again.
He let out a belly laugh. “You know I’m faster than you.”
It was my turn to laugh as I banked a corner in the hallway that led upstairs. “Maybe. But can you find me?” Of course he could. My dad’s house wasn’t as big as our new home. The game wasn’t about whether Kade could find me or not. It was more about letting go of our problems and having fun for one night.
My bare feet slapped on the steps. I knew he could hear me.
“I always find you,” he said as his voice drew closer.