As the night wore on, the rain increased in volume again. The wind howled through the trees and hurled water at the windows in a capricious manner, bending the boughs of the trees so that they sawed against one another loudly. Lexi lay curled beside him with only a thin sheet separating their bodies. She stayed on her side, turned away from him, but she didn’t protest when he curved his body protectively around hers and slid one arm around her waist to hold her to him. He was aware of her every breath, every movement of her body. He’d taken the tie from her hair and it spilled around him, rich and luxurious, a wealth of dark ruby silk he couldn’t stop burying his face in. Just inhaling her scent gave him a hard-on, a thick, painful reminder that his body came alive anytime she was near. Neither spoke, both listening to the wild music of the night. He dragged her closer to him, pushing his hips tightly against her, so that the thick length of his aching cock pressed into her buttocks, finding a snug home.
