I’ll always remember this kiss. How he purrs in the back of his throat in pleasure when our tongues meet. Or how his hands flex against where he holds me when I pull his hair.
The best kind of déjà vu washes over me.
This is what I’ve been missing. No other guy kisses me the way he does or makes my skin flame with a single touch. I want to strip off every barrier between us and press my skin against every inch of him.
For the first time in years, I breathe.
He is the oxygen I’ve been starved for.
Panting, I drag my cheek along his scruff and then nip at his earlobe. His own ragged breath brushes against my neck as his fingers slip beneath my sweater. He slides his hands over my stomach and ribs, resting them below my sexy new bra, barely touching my aching breasts. It’s not enough.
“More,” I whisper, licking the tender smooth skin behind his ear.
He cups me through the pale rose satin and it’s still not enough. I need skin against skin, his rough hands on my smooth curves. With a single index finger, he traces the outline of my nipple through my bra before softly sucking the peaked flesh into his mouth. When he moves to the other breast, his fingers pinch the satin where it’s wet from his mouth. Encouraging him, I arch my back.
With each slow, tortuous touch, he makes me burn more for him. Every small movement is a drop of gasoline on an existing fire, sending up a new burst of bright flame.
I wriggle and grind on his lap. Discovering he’s hard beneath his jeans empowers me. I do this to him.
“Slow down.” He stills my hands where they struggle with his belt buckle.
“I’m not sure I can.” Pushing aside his T-shirt, I run my fingers along the ridges of his stomach. I can feel each individual muscle contract with his laughter.
“You started this.” I push out my bottom lip in a pout.
He kisses my full bottom lip. “And I intend to finish it.”
I moan against his mouth.
He grins while trying to continue the kiss. “Still want to leave?”
I begin to protest but he silences me by flipping me beneath him on the sofa. He settles between my legs, grinding against my heat. The press of the smooth satin against my sensitive, swollen flesh is almost enough to bring on an orgasm. Almost.
When his eyes meet mine, they’re full of mischief and desire. “Didn’t think so.”
He’s going to be the death of me.
Death by orgasm.
I don’t know how I could’ve ever thought he sucked in bed. Or how I could’ve forgotten how my body responds to him.
“Still want to play games?” He slowly lifts my sweater.
“N-no.” My voice falters as he pulls the fabric over my head. In spite of the fire in the wood stove, the air feels cool against my skin. I shiver from the contrast between the way my skin burns for him and the colder air.
Reaching behind his head, he yanks his T-shirt off in the sexiest way to remove an article of clothing ever. He rests his weigh on top of me and I melt when his warm skin touches mine. Every nerve ending screams for attention from him. My breasts press against the smooth planes of his chest. We’re a study in opposites. Where I’m soft, he’s hard. He’s all straight lines and angles where I’m round and curvy. He’s opposite in almost every way, yet we fit together perfectly.
He shifts and rolls slightly to the side, allowing space for his hands between us.
When he brushes his thumb across my nipple, my back arches. I’m greedy for his touch. I reach behind my back to unclasp my bra.
“Uh, uh,” he chastises me. “My job.”
I love it when he takes control. He flicks open the clasp and drags the straps over my shoulders. Before he removes it entirely, he drags his nose across the fullness above each cup, kissing my nipples through the rose satin. He runs his tongue along the peak and blows warm air on the wet lace.
“More,” I beg shamelessly. I’m about two seconds from ripping out of my remaining clothes like the Hulk when he’s angry.
He nips my left breast with his teeth, not painfully but sharp enough to let me know he’s in charge. I squirm and twist beneath him. He stills me with a hand on my hip as he finally removes my bra.
At this pace, we’re going to need to be snowed in for days.
I’m not complaining.
While he nuzzles and kisses my breasts, I stroke my hands over his shoulders and down his back. His muscles shift and contract under my touch. He shouldn’t be allowed to wear shirts. I wonder if he goes shirtless in the summer when he’s working on projects. I imagine his chest and back in the sun, a slight sheen of sweat on his skin as he swings a hammer or uses power tools to build things. Sweet heavens, I don’t think I can survive summer Jesse.
He squeezes one breast as he kisses and sucks the nipple on the other. I admire his multi-tasking abilities. His other hand moves down my stomach.
“Please, yes.”
Until this moment, I’ve never understood how a person can mewl like a kitten. My soft and plaintive begging holds a familiar feline desperation. I really might die if he keeps denying me.
He rests his palm against my heat and I’m about to come undone. He’s barely applying pressure. To encourage him, I lift my hips and moan as pleasure pulses beneath his touch.
His mouth against my breast, one hand squeezing the other. Pressing his palm against my most sensitive spot, he releases my nipple. I feel his cheeks lift. He’s smiling while I’m dying. “We could still play checkers.”
Chapter 21
Jesse
IF IT WEREN’T snowing outside, I still would’ve asked her to stay the night.
Even Mother Nature is on my side.
I can’t stop teasing her. I want to hear her tell me how much she wants me.
I need her to say the words.
We’ve been dancing around each other for weeks.
Seeing her naked, or almost naked at the hotel has been torturing me ever since. I got a glimpse, but didn’t want to stare. For the past month, I’ve spent more time jerking off than I have since junior high after discovering Wyatt’s stash of porn.
I’ve imagined her breasts from the glimpse in the pool, but my brain didn’t do them justice.
She’s perfect.
Soft curvy, perfection.
Now that I have her alone without interruptions, I want to take my time with her, savor her, and drive her crazy from pleasure.
I have a plan.
And it doesn’t involve board games.
I pop open the button on her jeans and slide down the zipper.
With the back of my fingers, I brush against lace and heat, fighting back a moan of pleasure.
She tightens her grip on my shoulders.
I lean away to remove her pants and she lifts her hips to help. My erection presses against my fly and I adjust it to relieve some of the pressure. Her eyes follow my movement and she licks her lips. This moment is more than I ever imagined and I’ve had years of practice.
Tugging off her jeans, I leave her in only a pair of pink underwear. They’re simple with a little lace along the edge and that makes them even sexier. I don’t need bows and fancy shit. Most men don’t. We’ll take naked over costumes almost every time. The rest of it is wrapping on the present. We want to rip it off to get to the good stuff.
“You’re staring.” Her hand cups my cheek.
“Busted. Don’t care. You’re beautiful.” No other woman compares to Mara.
“You’ve seen me naked before.”
“Doesn’t count. You weren’t naked for me.” I want to ask her to be mine.
Her eyes crinkle with her smile. “You’re still wearing pants. Can I help you with those?”
She runs her hand along my obvious erection. The press of the zipper is almost painful against my skin, and I sigh in relief when she undoes my fly. I roll over and pike above her, giving her room to shove the denim off my hips. Our feet and legs tangle together as we try to remove my pants from our ho
rizontal position.
“This is a terrible idea.” I brace myself and lift off the couch. Once I’m standing, I kick off my jeans.
She looks beautiful sprawled topless on my couch. Her blond curls create a bright halo around her head. Every curve and peak is on display for me. I drop to my knees in front of her.
Comprehension flashes in her eyes when I shift her legs to either side of my shoulders. Slowly, I slip her underwear off and then drop it on the pile of her clothes. Our eyes meet again and I see hesitation in hers. As I press soft kisses along her inner thigh, I will her to understand how much I desire her and want to do this. I brush my lips over where she wants me most and kiss the tender flesh on her other leg.
Working my way up to her hip, I drag my chin against her skin alternating between soft kisses and the roughness from my beard. Each time she lifts her hips, wanting more, I retreat. When she groans, I smile and nip her skin right above the small patch of soft curls.
“Jesse.” A sharp tug of her fingers in my hair warns me her patience is running out.
If she only knew.
I finally relent from the teasing and run my tongue gently along her sensitive skin. This elicits a gasp of relief and pleasure I’ve been fantasizing about for what feels like forever.
It’s taking every scrap of willpower for me not to plunge into her. But I want … no, I need this to be good for her. We’ll never get another first time and I want to make sure she never forgets tonight.
Using my tongue and fingers, I focus on bringing her to the edge. She quivers and clenches as she gets closer to coming. I ease back, slowing my pace to intensify her pleasure. Slipping another finger inside her, I gently suck with my mouth. Keeping up the same pace and pressure until a soft gasp falls from her lips. I swear she whispers my name and I nearly lose my mind. It’s the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard.
“I’m close, please, so close.” She emphasizes her pleas by raising her hips and tightening her hold on my hair. “Jesse.”
I keep up the same pace and pressure, and pinch her nipple with a gentle squeeze. The surprise jolt of pain combines with the soft strokes of my tongue to send her into bliss.
Lifting my eyes, I watch her come apart as she clenches around my fingers. There’s nothing more beautiful than a woman letting go in pleasure. Fucking insane how much I want her right now. I guide her down from her orgasm with soft kisses, avoiding her most sensitive spot.
She opens her eyes and stares at me with her lips slightly parted.
“Hi.” I kiss her hip and she jolts, still sensitive from her orgasm.
“How could I ever think you were bad at sex?” Her words are slightly slurred and her eyes aren’t focused.
“I don’t know.” Softly kissing a trail over her stomach, I rest my head on her stomach. “Why would you think that?”
“Because I couldn’t remember.”
I kiss the underside of her left breast. “Because nothing happened.”
“But I didn’t know that.” She frowns and I lean forward to kiss it away.
“Stop torturing yourself.” I place soft kisses along her jaw. “Nothing horrible happened. We didn’t have sex. I want you fully aware when I’m having sex with you.”
She hums and runs her fingers through my hair. “Speaking of having sex …”
“Yes?” My cock swells as I think about being inside of her.
She hooks a finger in my boxers and brings me closer. I still when she dips her hand beneath the fabric to grip me.
A wicked grin settles over her mouth. “Yes.”
I brush a curl from her forehead, holding my breath as she licks her lips. Her tongue makes contact first, swirling around the head before she opens her mouth to place a soft kiss to the tip. Never breaking eye contact, she licks and kisses down the length before opening her mouth. I exhale long and slow to keep from thrusting as she wraps her lips around me, covering the rest of my length with her hand.
A slew of silent curses form and leave my lips as I watch her. I’m not sure it’s possible, but every moment she becomes sexier, more beautiful, and impossible to resist. Standing above her while she sits on the couch creates the perfect angle. I rest my hand on her head, not to direct her, but to balance myself as pulses of intense pleasure begin firing along the base of my spine. I could easily come in her mouth, but that’s not what I want. Not for our first time. I softly brush my finger along the side of her face.
She pauses and makes eye contact. Still griping my base, she slides her mouth off and gives me a questioning smile. Fuck. The look in her eyes right now kills me.
“You’re amazing, but all I can think of is being inside of you right now.”
She places one more soft kiss to the tip and removes her hand.
“I’ll be right back.” I race upstairs to grab a condom and return in record time, my erection bouncing like a conductor’s baton.
I pick her up and settle her over my lap as I sit down. All night I’ve kept the pace slow, but now I feel frenzied, unable to get close enough. She helps with the condom and sits up on her knees, taking me in her hand again, and brushing the head of my cock against her wetness. I fight the urge to rush the moment, stilling my hips when all I want to do is thrust. Slowly she slides down my length until our hips meet. Her tight warmth engulfs every inch of me. The sensation overwhelms me and I close my eyes, inhaling slowly through my nose. I kiss her deeply, brushing her tongue with mine. Sucking on her bottom lip, I bite down playfully.
When she scrapes her nails along my scalp, I moan into her mouth.
My hands settle on her hips and I gently rock her above me.
I need more.
I flip us over and plunge into her with strong, deep thrusts.
Closing my eyes, I focus on the feeling of her body responding to mine. Her soft gasps, the way her hips arch off the couch to meet mine, the way her skin flushes across her chest—I memorize them all. Pressure begins building and I know I’m not going to last much longer. I want to feel her come around me. I press my thumb against her lips and she opens for me, sucking on the tip. I remove my thumb and kiss her again, rubbing small circles with my thumb right above where our bodies are joined. The pressure on her clit sends her into another orgasm and she pulses around me. My thrusts become erratic as my orgasm slams into me.
Everything shrinks to a pinpoint. My reality begins and ends with her. The world contains only us. And it’s enough.
I rest my head against her shoulder, trying to calm my racing pulse and catch my breath. Her own chest rapidly rises and falls beneath my own as she strokes her hands down my back.
Aware I’m probably crushing her beneath me, I lift myself up on my elbows and give her a kiss.
“Take me upstairs.” Her hesitation about staying from earlier has disappeared completely.
“Or lose you forever?” I finish the quote.
Her eyes widen. “You remember?”
I nod.
Standing, I pull her to her feet. “I need to let her out one more time for the night before we go to bed.”
“Shit!” Mara’s eyes widen and she covers her mouth.
“What’s wrong?” My post-sex bubble pops with her freak out.
“Tapper. He’s stuck inside. I didn’t think I’d be gone all night.”
I glance at the clock on the stove. “It’s only nine. Can you call someone?”
Chewing her bottom lip, she stares out the window at the heavy falling snow.
“What about Elizabeth? She lives on the property, doesn’t she?”
“I don’t want to bother her.”
I gently brush one of her curls behind her ear. “You’re not driving up to the ranch in this, so you either have to clean up a mess tomorrow or bug your boss now. Better sooner than later.”
Still gloriously naked, she finds her phone to make the call, sounding relieved when Elizabeth answers.
I pull on my boxers and call upstairs to Fern where she’s put herself to bed in my room. Outs
ide, I gauge the new snowfall to be about four inches already. At this rate we’ll get a foot of fresh powder overnight. Great for skiing, but could lead to possible avalanches. I’ll have to leave early in the morning to get up to the mountain.
Fern runs back inside, covered in white and looking like an Arctic wolf. Still wearing only my boxers, I shiver against the cold.
Mara’s slipped on my shirt instead of her own. I like it. She leans down to brush the snow off of Fern’s coat, giving her a scratch behind the ears and a kiss to the top of her head. Fern wags her tail.
“I’m all yours,” Mara says with a smile.
If only she meant it beyond tonight.
“Good. I plan to keep you.” I stalk toward her. “Still want to play checkers?”
“No, I think we should go to bed.” She turns down the hall.
“I like the way you think.” Scooping her up in my arms, I carry a giggling Mara upstairs.
Chapter 22
Jesse
MY MIND IS still on last night when I hit the locker room to change after my shift. After we went upstairs, we spent hours exploring each other’s bodies. Skipping seven hours of sleep was worth every moment with her. I paid for it this morning, but that’s why we have endless coffee in the patrol shacks.
Fern jumps down from her chair by the stove and stretches, her tail swishing behind her.
“Ready to go home?”
She spins in a circle. I scratch her butt.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
I text Mara as I walk out the door, letting her know I’m done for the day.
Outside, the number of skiers and boarders has thinned. Even though I’m officially off duty, I’m still working until I get to base village and walk off the mountain for the day.
Overall, it’s been a slow day, so I let Fern run between my skis as we descend the blue runs from the shack at the top of Big Burn. We haven’t had fresh powder in a week, and the runs are packed down and a little slushy from today’s strong sun.
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