Our mouths meet hungrily, tongues dancing. He’s still holding me, one arm around my shoulders, the other under my knees, and he lifts me slightly, his shoulders flexing, and slowly lowers me down.

“Reach under you and hold my cock, Evie,” he whispers against my lips.

It takes me a second to grasp what he’s doing and then I get it. Reaching beneath me, I hold his hard shaft while he gently lowers me down on him, my lips spreading over the head. We kiss and he lowers me a tiny bit more. I gasp and moan into his mouth. This position is crazy, his cock entering me at such a strange angle. It’s tantalizing. As we kiss, he lifts my body up and down, just a tiny bit so the tip of his cock teases my opening, in and out, in and out.

I practically claw at his chest and try to clench myself around him, wanting more of him, much more. I am completely helpless in this position, unable to move my legs or push myself down.

“You feel so amazing,” I whisper to him, caressing his cheek. I don’t know what this man is doing to me, but he has completely rattled me. My whole body and heart are aching for more of him

He turns and lays me on my back on the couch, spreading my legs. His hand goes to my wet heat again. He licks his lips, his eyes watching intently as his finger slides in and out of me.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmurs, glancing up at me.

I reach for his hand and pull him toward me. “Storm...” I’m losing my damn mind wanting him. I hook my leg around him, pulling him further onto me.

He sighs and then sinks down on me, his mouth coming down on mine as he spears his cock into me. I gasp and buck up and he stills, giving me a moment to stretch around him, then slowly starts to push further into me. Pain flashes through me, my body not used to the size of him.

“Holy fuck, baby,” he whispers, slowing his thrusts, rolling his hips gently, feeding me tiny bits of him at a time until my muscles relax.

We kiss slowly, softly, matching his thrusts. My hands clutch his muscled ass, pulling him to me. He lifts my leg up, pressing my thigh up against his chest and drives harder down on me, hitting my g-spot.

“Storm...” I start to gyrate against him. He feels incredible buried inside me. “Don’t stop,” I whisper. If he stops just when I’m about to climax again, I will die of frustration. My body can’t take anymore of the start and stop.

“Not a chance.” His voice is low and strained. His eyes dark and intense as he watches himself plunge inside me. The mere visual of him above me sends a wave of thrill throughout my body. Watching his abs, thighs, chest, and shoulder muscles contract and flex as he makes love to me is a remarkable sight. His long hair hangs down between us, tickling my breasts like erotic feathers with each thrust. His eyes latch onto mine and he grins impishly.

“Like what you see?” His voice is sultry and playful.

I wind my hand around his neck and pull his lips to mine.

“I love what I see.”

I wake up with his naked body spooned against the back of mine, his arm curled around me, holding me to him. I carefully get up and walk to the bathroom. My entire body feels sore from last night. Memories of last night send a warm flush through me. I never imagined a man could be so sensual and passionate. Storm was no wham-bam type. He worshipped my body, leaving no inch untouched or unkissed, always assuring me he was connected to me—with soft kisses, caresses, and sweet playful words intermingled with fast, hard thrusts that shook my core.

I clean up my face, brush my teeth and head back to the living room, pulling on a short silk robe. Storm is still sleeping soundly on the couch, his naked body stretched out the entire length of it. Looking at this beautiful, sexy man, last night feels like a dream. How can someone like this want me?

My buzzing phone tears my attention from staring at his ass. I pick it up to see a text from Amy.

Amy: hashtag #BlizzardChick is trending on Twitter! Someone posted a hot photo of you and Storm

Oh, fuck. I run to my desk and turn on my laptop, navigating to the bands social media site. I gasp and cover my mouth. Right there is a photo of Storm pinning me against the wall, his hands on my ass, and his tongue practically down my throat.

Underneath: Storm Valentine’s newest toy - #BlizzardChick. Looks like he’s melting her snow now!

Shit, seriously?

Biting my lip, I read some of the comments.

I’m so jealous!!

This won’t last...

I’d like a piece of that ass!

She’s fat! #Fatty

I liked him better with Melody Meadows!!!!!!

Is this the chick he was in the blizzard with?

I’d do her!

Lucky bitch!!

Dayum, I wish he’d do me like that.

Publicity stunt! I’m friends with someone in the band. He’s just doing this for publicity!

All the comments make me feel nauseous on some level, but that last one makes my hair stand up.

He wouldn’t.

I’m not sure how long I sit there staring at the screen, watching the new comments roll in. It’s like a disease, spreading, morphing, making my skin crawl.

“Baby, what are you doing? You better not be working over there.”

I hear him stick his e-cig in his mouth and come up behind me. I slam the laptop lid down and turn to him, hopefully hiding my growing panic over all the comments and hashtags.

“Just checking my email.” I smile up at him.

“I’m naked on your couch and you’re checking your email?” He reaches over me and lifts the lid, his eyes scanning the screen.

“Oh, fuck me. Already, this shit is starting with these assholes online?”

“Apparently so. Hashtag BlizzardChick is trending.”

He rolls his eyes and goes back to the couch, rubbing his face with the back of his hand.

“Come over here.” He takes a drag on his cig. “You look upset. Come talk to me.”

I close the laptop again and cross the room, sitting on the couch next to him. I curl my legs under me and pull the pillow into my lap. “I’m a little upset,” I admit, peering up at him from beneath my hair.

“Why? I thought we had a great night. Did I hurt you?” Concern furrows across his face.

I grab his hand and lace my fingers with his. “No...,well, yeah a little, but that’s not it.”

“Then tell me.”

I nod over at the laptop. “The comments, the picture. I’m not used to all this stuff. Some people are saying really nasty things about me. About us.”

He pulls me onto his lap. “Evie, I know it’s hard, but you can’t let that stuff get to you. I don’t want to keep you a secret. I want to be out in public with you. But with that, comes this shit. We have to just ignore it as best we can. I grew up with this stuff. I’m used to people putting our pictures in magazines and then this social media crap. I hate that you have to deal with it now, too.” He pushes my hair off my shoulder and rests his lips there. “Last night was fucking incredible. Let’s talk about that instead.”

“It was...,but—”

“But what?”

“One of the comments... it says they’re friends with the band and that you’re just with me for publicity. To get attention, I guess.”

Pulling away, he shakes his head, his jaw clenching. “Are you fucking kidding me? You don’t believe that shit, do you?”

My eyes drop, and my hesitation to answer him infuriates him.

“Fucking Jill probably posted half that shit. She does crap like that all the time to start trouble.”

Well, that would make sense. She obviously wants to make me uncomfortable, and she seems the type that would do stupid things to try to come between Storm and I.

“I don’t fucking play games or do shit for publicity. I don’t want publicity.” He runs his hand up my thigh, under the thin silk material of my robe, his fingers sliding between my legs. “My feelings for you are real. I care about you more than anything.”

Before I have a chance to reply, he’s kissing me, deep and rough. I can feel the anger in his touch, his disappointment in my distrust. I hate that I doubted him.

He turns my body, laying me down in front of him, his lips never leaving mine. His hard, hot cock presses against my ass. He pushes my thin robe up around my waist and lifts my leg, pulling it back behind me and laying it over his. In one smooth push, he buries his cock into my pussy from behind, causing me to gasp. His hand moves up to cup my breast, his lips on my neck, sucking and biting.

“Does that feel like a game to you, baby?”

I arch my back and open myself up to him, moaning against the pillow.

“Don’t you ever doubt me, Evie.” He rolls over toward me a bit more, crushing me into the couch, laying more of his weight on top of me. He slams into me harder, his balls slapping against me.

“I love fucking you even more than I thought I would,” he growls into my ear. “I can’t get enough of you.”

He slows, pulling his cock out slowly, inch by inch, then pushing it back it even slower, drawing out the feeling, then pulling out slowly again. He rotates his hips, slowly grinding back down into me. I reach behind me and grope for him, my hand settling on his muscled thigh, nails digging into his flesh, trying to pull him harder into me.

“Don’t be greedy,” he whispers, pounding down into me. I cry out his name deliriously. My body begs him for more, my sex dripping wet, clenching his shaft as he pounds me from behind.

“Your pussy loves me, doesn’t it?” God, I love dirty Storm talk. I think he could make me come just talking in my ear.

He grabs my hand on his thigh and entwines our fingers, then brings our hands down above my head, turning our bodies until I’m lying face down flat on the couch, his full length laying on top of me. His free hand snakes under me and lifts my hips up, ass in the air, and he plunges into me. Sliding his hand between my legs, his fingers find my clit, swollen and pulsing, waiting for him. He works his magic on me, rubbing the throbbing nub as he pistons me from behind. I squeeze his hand and scream his name into the couch as I come, my wetness engulfing his huge cock inside me. He pulls out suddenly, ripping me from my orgasmic dream-state, and flips me over quickly beneath him, sliding his shaft into me again. I wrap my arms and legs around him, my lips and tongue exploring his chest. I gaze up at him as he climaxes, his eyes rolling up, mouth parted. He looks like pure ecstasy. His grip on my hand loosens, his thumb making slow, gentle circles on my palm. His arm and leg muscles start to relax.