Dust & Desire – The Summer Housekeeper

The first thunder cracked just after midnight.

The beach house trembled lightly as rain slammed the windows, wind moaning through the cracks. Theo lit a candle and poured wine into two glasses. Selene was barefoot again, her body wrapped in one of his linen shirts no bra, no shame, only temptation flickering in shadow.

“Romantic,” she said, lifting her glass. “Or are you always this well-prepared for blackouts?”

Theo smiled faintly. “Maybe I was hoping for one.”

They sat on the floor beside the couch, the glow of the flame painting gold across their bare legs. Silence wrapped around them, thick and pulsing with unspoken things.

Selene leaned against his arm, head on his shoulder.

“You always write sex like it’s war,” she whispered. “Like it hurts to want.”

“It does,” Theo admitted.

Her hand slid to his thigh. “Then let’s surrender.”

Theo turned to her. Her eyes were fire and velvet. Her lips parted before he even moved, and then they were kissing rough and starved, all tension turned liquid.

Clothes fell off in pieces. Her shirt, his sweats. Her legs wrapped around him like she’d been waiting a lifetime to open for him. Skin to skin. Heat to heat.

They didn’t make it to the bedroom.

Theo laid her back on the rug, her hair fanned out like ink. Rain pounded the roof as his mouth found her breasts, tongue tracing every curve, every soft gasp.

Selene moaned, nails clawing his back. “I want all of you.”

And he gave it. Slowly at first, watching her expression twist into something almost feral. Then faster, harder, driven by weeks of restraint. His hands gripped her hips, her thighs clenching around him, both of them drenched in sweat and stormlight.

She arched beneath him. “Fuck, Theo…”

It was more than lust.

It was raw need. Deep, aching, beautiful.

They came together, loud and trembling, their cries swallowed by thunder and the crashing sea.

After, she curled into him, heartbeat still racing.

“You don’t write that,” she whispered.

“No,” Theo said, brushing hair from her face. “This… I couldn’t make up.”