Walk in the Rain Excerpt

She could feel Mason's breath on the back of her neck. Silently, he had advanced toward her. With one swift stroke of his hand, he pushed her hair aside and was fondling her neck with his tongue. Immediately, hot surges swam throughout her body. 

As Rena turned, Mason hoisted her up onto the pool table. With Rena now in a sitting position facing Mason, he pushed her legs apart and stepped in closer so that he was only inches from her face. With Mason's fingers running through her hair, Rena held her breath. She was quite aware of the dizziness that over powered her.

 Firmly supporting her head, tilting it just so, Mason deposited his lips onto hers. His tongue roaming her mouth until it gained entry. Without breaking their embrace, Mason and Rena climbed farther back onto the top of the pool table. 

The feel of felt against Rena's body was a new sensation. It heightened her arousal for this man. Mason's hand found the softness of her inner thigh. The gentle stroking of his fingers was complimented by his warm tongue following the curves of her lips, ears, eyes and neck. Ripples of joy begun to surge from the pit of her stomach. Rena's back lurched forward as Mason's hand slid past the elastic lace of her panties. Moans increasing in amplitude escaped her throat. Wanting him inside her made her moan even louder. Blindly, Rena's hand found the buckle to Mason's pants. 

"Rena," Mason repeated her name two or three times before he was able to break her concentration. "Do you smell something burning?"