Heat of the Storm Read Free

sharing her deepest darkest fantasies with Wil , her closest friend, hadn’t seemed wrong at the time. Now it unnerved her, the knowledge that he knew precisely what she wanted from a lover.
    He dragged his index finger along the seam of her lips and rotated his hips, his erection rubbing over the thin boxer shorts she’d worn to bed.
    “You’re turned on, aren’t you?” he whispered.
    The word “yes” slipped out before she could stop it.
    A faint smile tugged at his sensual mouth. “Maybe we should do something about that.”
    “You’re my best friend,” she squeaked.
    “Not tonight.” He gave a decisive nod, punctuated by another thrust of his groin. “Tonight I’m not your friend, Mac. Tonight I’m the man who’s going to fuck you senseless.”
    She moaned.
    He merely smiled again, before his eyes narrowed and his features grew taut. “Last chance, Mac. If you want me to leave, say the word. If not, then you can’t fight this any longer.” He cocked his head, dark eyes cloudy with both anticipation and chal enge. “What’l it be?”
    She swal owed. A part of her wanted to tel him to go, leave before things got out of hand. Another part of her realized that it was too late. This was already out of hand, and the only thing to do now was ride it out.
    “Stay,” she murmured.
    “Very good decision.”
    He kissed her again, and this time she responded with fervor. As their tongues tangled, she couldn’t fight that wave of disbelief flooding through her, the voice that kept reminding her who she was playing tonsil hockey with at the moment. It was surreal, kissing Wil .
    Surreal and yet so incredible she didn’t think she’d ever get enough.
    Outside, the rain continued to pour from the sky, slapping into the house and causing the wal s to shudder as violently as her body. The sound of the pounding rain matched the pounding of her heart, the howl of the wind echoed the desire howling through her body.
    She groaned in disappointment when Wil broke the kiss, but he ignored the protest and lifted her up into his arms. At five-eight, she could hardly be considered petite, but Wil made her feel as light as a feather as he carried her up the stairs and across the dark hal way toward her bedroom.
    He deposited her on the bed, placed her on the already tangled sheets and shot her a pointed look.
    “W-what is it?” she asked.
    “You know what I want, Mac. Give it to me.” Her pulse raced, the thump-thump of her heart reverberating in her ears. The taunting rasp of his voice told her exactly what he wanted. What she’d confessed to wanting herself.
    She drew in a breath and fil ed her lungs with much-needed oxygen. Then, never breaking the gaze, she shimmied out of her boxers and threw them aside.
    Her pussy was exposed, smooth and bare from a recent visit to the salon, wet from the arousal Wil Charleston elicited inside her.
    Darkness bathed the bedroom, making it hard to decipher his expression.
    “Turn over.”
    His order coincided with a flash of lightning that il uminated his face and revealed the seductive glimmer in those piercing black eyes.
    Without taking off her nightshirt, she rol ed over and positioned herself so she was on her hands and knees. She lifted her ass into the air, stifling a moan when she heard him move closer. His clothing rustled, and then his hands caressed her bare bottom.
    Shivers scurried down her spine. She waited.
    “Wil ,” she murmured.
    She flinched when she felt the sting of his palm against her ass.
    “No talking.” His voice was gravel y. “I want you stay on your knees, stay quiet, while I do what I want with you.”
    Moisture soaked her inner thighs. Who was this man? It couldn’t be Wil , couldn’t be the man she’d confided in and depended on for so many years. He had become a different person. Demanding, bold, sexy. She ought to be angry at him for talking to her this way, commanding her as if she were nothing more than a warm cunt solely there for his