Riding the Storm (27 page)

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Authors: Brenda Jackson

Tags: #Fiction, #Romance, #Contemporary, #Arts&Photography

jolt
at
the
same
time
she
arched
her
back,
then
shattered
in
his
arms,
he
let
go
and
began
drowning
in
his
own
release.

“Jayla!”

He
threw
his
head
back,
as
something,
everything,
inside
him
broke
free.
If
he
thought
he’d
experienced
pure,

unadulterated
ecstasy
inside
her
body
before,
then
this
was
a
pleasure
so
raw
and
primitive
that
he
doubted
he
would
ever
be
able
to
recover
from
it.
It
was
as
if
this
was
where
he
belonged,
where
he
was
supposed
to
be.

He
quickly
banished
those
thoughts
from
his
mind
as
they
continued
to
move
together.
He
felt
as
if
every
cell
within

him
was
electrified,
energized
as
they
were
propelled
even
deeper
into
the
sensuous
clutches
that
held
them.

And
then,
before
they
could
recover,
it
happened
again,
just
as
fast
and
just
as
potent.
They
were
hurled
into
another

orgasm
so
powerful
that
he
actually
felt
the
room
spin
and
wondered
if
he
would
ever
regain
his
equilibrium.
A
cry
tore
from
his
throat,
only
to
be
drowned
out
by
the
sound
of
hers
as
once
again
they
were
plunged
into
the
throes
of
pure

ecstasy.

With
a
shuddered
sigh,
he
pulled
her
closer
to
him,
felt

himself
getting
hard
all
over
again
and
knew
this
woman
was
doing
more
than
draining
his
body.
She
was
draining
his
very
soul
and
at
the
moment,
he
couldn’t
do
a
damn

thing
to
stop
her.

Jayla
couldn’t
move,
so
she
lay
still,
feeling
sated,

exhausted
and
caught
up
in
the
aftereffects
of
remarkable
sex.
She
stared
up
at
the
ceiling
as
she
tried
to
calm
the
rhythm
of
her
breathing.
She
smiled
as
she
forced
herself
onto
her
side
and
faced
Storm.
He
was
lying
flat
on
his

back
with
his
eyes
closed.
He,
too,
took
long,
deep,

steadying
breaths.
When
she
saw
he
was
once
again

aroused,
the
sight
of
him
sent
her
senses
into
a
mindless
sensuous
rush
all
over
again.
He
was
as
hard
as
a
rock,
seemingly
ready
for
another
round.
How
on
earth
was
that
possible?

She
sighed
deeply.
“Everything
I’ve
heard
about
you
is
true,
Storm.”
She
watched
as
he
slowly
lifted
his
eyes,
slightly

turned
his
head
and
looked
over
at
her.

“What
have
you
heard
about
me?”

Every
bone
in
her
body
felt
as
if
it
had
melted,
so
she

chuckled
huskily.
“That
you’re
perfect
in
bed.
Did
you
know
some
women
call
you,
The
Perfect
Storm?”

Storm
frowned.
For
some
reason
he
didn’t
want
her
to
think
about
the
other
women
he’d
been
with.
And
he
didn’t
want
to
think
about
them,
either.
The
only
woman
he
wanted
to

think
about
was
her.
Instead
of
answering
her
question,
he

leaned
over
and
kissed
her
deeply,
thoroughly,
and

moments
later,
when
he
pulled
back,
he
reached
down
and
touched
her
intimately.
“I
didn’t
mean
to
be
rough.”

A
huge
smile
touched
the
corners
of
her
lips.
“You
weren’t.
I
got
everything
I
asked
for
and
then
some.”

“Yeah,
but
you’re
new
at
this.”

“And
enjoying
every
minute.”
She
studied
him
for
a

moment,
then
said.
“I
was
curious
about
you
when
I
was
sixteen.
You
were
the
first
guy
I
was
really
interested
in.”

“Was
I?’’

“Yes.”

Storm
held
her
gaze.
He
could
vividly
recall
how,
whenever
he
dropped
by
to
visit
Adam,
her
whiskey-colored
eyes

would
seek
him
out
and
convey
her
every
youthful
emotion.
She’d
had
a
crush
on
him.
He
had
been
aware
of
it
and
he
had
a
feeling
that
Adam
had
been
aware
of
it
as
well.

Storm
had
known
that
around
her
he
would
have
to
tread
lightly,
because
she
was
the
boss’s
daughter
who
was

noticing
boys
for
the
first
time;
but
unfortunately,
instead
of
a
boy,
she
had
set
her
sights
and
budding
desires
on
a

man.
To
make
matters
worse,
she
fully
intended
for
him
to
notice
her
and
he
had
tried
like
hell
not
to.

“Do
we
stay
in
bed
for
the
rest
of
the
day
or
do
we
get
up

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