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didn t feel right.
As she reached between them to grab his cock, three bursts of blue light splintered the woods. Are
you kidding me? She jerked back.
 What s wrong? Storm asked.
Her pulse skyrocketed as anger flooded her veins.  Ah. Nothing. I, ah, smell rain.
His brows rose.  You re a weatherman, or rather, a weatherwoman? His incredulity implied he
saw through her ruse.
Embarrassment mixed with laughter.  No, but I know these woods. Would you mind terribly
coming back to my place?
 What about your car?
She had to think a moment about how to deal with that.  Let me rephrase my question. Can you
drive me back to the bar and then follow me home? She drew in her bottom lip and inhaled.
Please say yes.
Chapter Four
ONCE THEY STOPPED back in town to pick up Chey s car, Storm kept a safe distance behind her as he
followed her home. He asked himself what the fuck he was doing taking her up on her invitation. The
doing part he understood, it was the why that haunted him. He was a doctor controlled, logical,
safe, yet, he could no more stay away from this woman than he could watch a child drown. She had
this eerie pull on him that he couldn t ignore.
The image of her drawing away from him while they were lying face-to-face on the overlook
remained a mystery. It was as if she d seen a ghost. With the way she kissed, however, she was no
innocent, so his only conclusion was that she came with baggage, but hell, who didn t?
She did a quick right turn. No signal. Nothing. Yet that fit who she was. Cheyenne Snow was
bold, determined, and a fighter. Obstacles seemed to be for going around, not for stopping her.
She pulled into a drive and he followed. Her home wasn t large, but the grounds were neat. It was
one story, painted in a cheery gold with brown trim, though in the dimming light, the border color
might have been a dark green. He dismounted and stowed his helmet. When she motioned for him to
follow her inside, his cock jumped.
Storm was by her side in three strides. Not wanting to break the sensual mood, he grabbed her
hand and followed her up the steps. From the way she fumbled with her key, she was nervous, and he
found that endearing. Finally, she managed to unlock the door, and he stepped inside.
The living space was small but cozy living room on the right, dining room on the left. There was
a small pass through to the right of the dining room that he guessed was the kitchen.
He didn t get a chance to take in more because the moment she stepped next him, he was
overwhelmed with the need to possess her. It was as if she d cast a sensual spell on him. His little
kitten looked up at him with eyes that blazed a delicate gold, but because her walls were painted
yellow, he decided the golden hue must be a reflection.
When she reached out and grabbed his crotch, his breath caught and his dick pulsed, sending
hormones and adrenaline straight to his heart.
 I want you, she whispered in the sexiest voice he d ever heard.
 Back at ya. His response didn t come close to being suave, but it was all he could come up with
at the moment.
Storm wanted to be a gentle lover, one who took his time to bring her to the peak of her climax
before he found his own release, but a sexual haze blocked his thoughts. He clamped his fingers onto
her waist and plastered her against those pretty yellow walls. Right now, she was his, and he meant to
claim her. The second her lips parted, he dove in, tasting, plunging, thrilling to the taste of spice.
Bending over to kiss her didn t allow him to do what he really wanted to do which was to make
her his own. With his hands on her waist, he lifted her.  Wrap your legs around me. His words came
out fast and hard.
She did, and her pussy pressed against his straining erection, causing his balls to tighten even
more. With her back firmly against the wall, he kissed her again, this time attempting to use more
restraint. He might have succeeded had Cheyenne not broken the connection and whipped off her top.
 Holy fuck, woman.
Her mouth opened, and she covered her breasts with one arm.  They re too small, aren t they?
Her insecurity sliced a groove in his heart.  No. They re perfect. You re perfect.
Storm tried to convince himself he was building her confidence when he leaned over and suckled
one tiny nub that hardened under his licks and tugs, but he d be lying. He wanted her more than
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