Her eyes shut in surprise the moment his lips crashed against hers. The kiss was rough at first—frustrated, almost angry—like he had been holding himself back for far too long. And maybe she had too. Her fingers instinctively clutched his shirt as he pulled her closer, the rough bark of the tree digging into her back while the bonfire’s heat licked at their skin from a distance. Her mind screamed at her to stop, to push him away, to remember every reason why this was wrong. But the moment his touch softened, she melted. She hated how easily her body responded to him. Hated how her heart raced instead of resisting. The world around them blurred. The laughter of the crowd, the crackle of flames, the possibility of getting caught—everything disappeared.

There was only Jordan. And that terrified her. How can a kiss feel this good? A shiver ran through her, and she fought hard not to lose herself completely in him as his tongue slid deeper, claiming her with that persistent, seductive hunger. His hand stayed between her thighs, fingers still buried inside her slick pussy, stroking those sensitive inner walls with slow, deliberate thrusts that made her juices coat his knuckles. Brynn’s hips twitched involuntarily against his palm, her clit throbbing under the circling pressure of his thumb, while his other hand squeezed her breast, thumb flicking over the hardened nipple until sparks shot straight to her core. She could feel his cock, thick and rigid, grinding against her hip through his jeans, the denim doing nothing to hide how desperately he wanted her.

She forced herself to come back to her senses before finally breaking away from his lips. She pushed him gently, breath ragged as she stared up into those piercing blue eyes framed by dark tousled hair. “This… this can’t happen,” she whispered, even as her body betrayed her with another rush of wetness around his fingers. Jordan’s mouth curved into that bold, charming smirk, his lips brushing her jaw as he nipped lightly at the sensitive skin of her neck. “You say that, but your pussy’s telling me something else, Brynn. Let me taste how much you want it.” His voice was velvet-rough, laced with that dangerous allure that made her pulse hammer, pulling her right back toward the edge of surrender despite every cautious instinct screaming for distance.

Her body trembled as his words sank in, that velvet-rough promise sending fresh heat flooding between her thighs and making her inner walls clench greedily around his still-buried fingers. “Jordan…” she breathed, half a warning and half a plea, but the sound dissolved into a soft moan when he withdrew his hand only to drop to his knees right there behind the trees. The bonfire’s distant glow painted his dark hair in shifting gold as he tugged her jeans lower, exposing her slick pussy to the cool night air. His tongue replaced his fingers in one bold stroke, lapping through her folds and circling her swollen clit with the same persistent hunger that had claimed her mouth moments ago. Brynn’s hands flew to his hair, fingers twisting in the tousled strands as pleasure coiled tight in her belly, her cautious heart warring with the raw need that made her hips rock forward against his mouth. Every lick, every suck, stripped away another layer of the walls she’d built, leaving her exposed and aching for the dangerous man who refused to let her hide.

Barging Through the Storm