Stormy POV
His hands ran up my back and across, leaving no spec of skin unexplored. I questioned whether it was a good time to tangle up in each other’s flesh, but there didn’t seem to be a good time for anything ever.
Alex caressed the waistline of my pants, contemplating whether to tug them down or continue with his tease.
“Are you okay? Do you want me to stop?” he broke our kiss.
His hands were on my pants, ready to drag them down. I smiled and settled my lips back on his.
“I don’t want you to stop.”
He rolled me onto my back. He panted heavily as he stared at me.
“You’re so beautiful, Hurricane.”
“Don’t make me wait,” I responded.
He dragged the pants over my curves and tossed them over his shoulder. He wrapped my legs around his waist, bringing my wet and tender area to his
