A Promise of Thunder

forcing her to meet his lips. “Kiss me, Storm.”
    She was still murmuring no and shaking her head when she raised her lips to his mouth. A thousand thoughts flew across her mind, but all she could think to say was, “You’re wicked, Grady Stryker.”
    “I try to be,” he replied, only seconds before his mouth covered hers hungrily. The thrust of his tongue into her mouth sent shock waves through her body, and Storm felt herself floundering in a strange world where only feelings existed. Grady had kissed her before, but thistime his kisses promised more, much more. More than she wanted to know. He kissed her thoroughly, ravenously, claiming the length of her tongue with bold ferocity.
    When his lips finally left her trembling mouth the torment did not cease. It merely intensified as they slid down the slim column of her throat to capture the tightly curled tip of her breast. He spent long, torturous minutes nipping first one then the other tender bud with strong white teeth, then laving them with the rough warmth of his tongue to take the pleasure/pain away. Did all men enjoy doing such things? Storm wondered dazedly. Buddy had never attempted so brazen an act.
    Pausing, Grady gazed into Storm’s passion-glazed eyes and smiled at the arrested expression on her face. “Did you like that, sweet? It’s only the beginning.”
    The beginning of what? Storm wondered distractedly. Curiosity overrode caution. Her reply was to sink her fingers into his long hair and pull him back to her breasts. This time he kissed tantalizing circles around the firm mounds before drawing each nipple in turn into his mouth and suckling.
    “Oh.” She arched against him, pressing herself more fully into the warmth of his mouth. His suckling and nuzzling continued until suddenly Storm realized that another dimension to her torment had been added. His hand had found its way beneath the hem of her nightdress!
    Grady was lost in a world of sensual pleasure, thrilled by Storm’s innocent response to his loving. Her flesh was the color of cream and felt as soft and velvety as a baby’s. He wanted to taste and touch every inch of her succulent flesh, wanted to thrust his hardness into her softness again and again, until she cried out in rapture. He wanted her to feel more pleasure with him than she had with her husband. He wanted
his
name on her lips when she reached her peak, not the name of a dead man.
    Storm moaned as Grady’s hand stroked along the inside of her thigh, sliding upward, finally coming to rest on the nest of blonde curls between her legs. She felt his fingers tense as they quested upward and found the moistness she had never been aware of before. He toyed for a moment in that downy softness before gently spiraling inward with one finger. Each sensation was new and unique, and Storm grasped Grady’s shoulders to keep herself from falling into a dark abyss of sensual awareness such as she had never experienced before. Then he touched that place around which her passion stemmed, and Storm nearly flew off his lap.
    “Grady, oh God!”
    “Relax, sweetheart. Take it slow and easy. Scream, cry, do whatever you want, I won’t leave you.”
    Carefully he inserted another finger inside her, thrusting gently as his thumb rotated the tiny nub of flesh at the entrance, intensifying her pleasure a thousandfold. Vivid flashes oflightning—or did the light come from within her?—set her body aflame as his fingers stirred her flesh to raw, aching response. Storm knew that what Grady was doing to her was sinful, that the reason Buddy never made her feel like this was because it was too shameful to enjoy something so carnally satisfying. Only a devil would know just how and where to touch her to make her cry out and writhe and act like a wanton.
    “Please, I don’t …” The words ended in a groan and shriek as the sweet ecstasy of climax took her by surprise. Thunder shook the earth, lightning charged her body from the inside out and she felt herself spinning—spinning … She rode the crest of sensation, hovering between sanity and madness for long, pleasure-filled minutes.
    “What’s happening to me?” Her cry reached out to touch Grady’s heart in a way it had never been touched before.
    “Have you never attained climax before?” Grady asked, stunned. He could tell by the glazed look in her eyes that she didn’t know what he was talking about. Then the look faded, replaced by an incredulous expression of disbelief as