Chapter 8
CHAPTER 8
CODY
T hank you!” Lindy exclaims, jumping up, walking over to me, and pulling me into a tight bear hug.
I wrap my arms around her, holding her and reassuring her she’s safe. When I finally heard her whistle, I ran along the trails to get to her, knee be damned.
Now that she’s in my arms? I never want to let her go.
When I realized Lindy had to be lost, my mind went into overdrive. I’d expected her to take some time—but not to get lost. I left a clear trail, but if she got turned around and then in a bunch of shadows... A knot formed in my chest when the sun dipped lower, and I knew I had to find my girl.
“So…not my best survival moment,” she finally says, her voice wavering. She pulls back from our hug, and her pupils are blown wide. The way she’s looking at me—it’s not fear.
It’s desire.
Fuck. I’ve wanted her since I first saw her at The Lodge, but I’ve been fighting those feelings because she hired me.
“Cody,” she whispers, her voice trembling.
Fuck it.
I’m done fighting.
I pull her to me. My hands find her hips first, fingers gripping the soft curve of her waist, pulling her against me in one decisive gesture. She gasps, but she doesn’t pull away.
Then my mouth is crashing against hers, swallowing the soft sound she makes, a mixture of surprise and an erotic sigh I could become addicted to.
Her hands clutch at my jacket, urging me closer. I slide one hand up her spine, curling my fingers into her hair, tilting her head back so I can take a deeper taste of her luscious mouth.
And fuck—she tastes good .
I kiss her like I’ve been starving for it, like I’ve wanted to since the moment I first saw her. I knew I wanted her even before I knew anything about her.
Her hands slide up my chest, fingers curling into my shirt. She clutches me like she needs this as badly as I do and can’t hold back any longer.
I press her back against a tree, pinning her against the rough bark, caging her in with my body. She tilts her head, her gorgeous lips parted, and I take full advantage, deepening our kiss, sweeping my tongue against hers, claiming her the way I’ve been dreaming about.
She’s so soft. So fucking soft. There’s nothing sexier than a woman with meat on her bones, and a lush womanly body is exactly what Lindy has.
And she’s mine.
The frantic edge fades enough for something deeper to take its place.
I slow the kiss, dragging my lips over hers, savoring the way she sighs against my mouth, how her nails dig into my shoulders. I trace my tongue along the seam of her lips, then nip at the corner of her mouth just to hear the way she gasps.
“God, Lindy,” I murmur against her skin.
She shivers against my body as I trail kisses down her jaw, over the curve of her throat. She tilts her head to give me more, her breath shaky, her hands slipping beneath my jacket, clutching at my waist.
Every inch of her curves mold to my body, the heat of her pressing into me making me forget everything else in the world. Lindy is an angel and so damn perfect in my arms.
My cock aches from how badly I need her. Every primal instinct rises in me—bury my cock deep inside her sweet pussy and claim it for my own. Make her know that she’s mine.
Her body arches, her thigh brushing between my legs, and I groan, gripping her hip harder.
Her breath catches, her fingers tightening in my shirt.
“You feel so good,” I mutter against her skin, pressing a slow, open-mouthed kiss to the hollow of her throat.
She makes a quiet, desperate sound, her hips shifting against mine, and I nearly explode in my pants.
I pull back slightly, searching her face. Her cheeks are flushed, her lips swollen, her eyes hazy with lust.
“You sure about this?” I murmur, my fingers still tracing slow circles against her hip.
Lindy meets my gaze, and I swear to God, I’ve never seen anyone as wildly beautiful as is.
“I don’t want you to stop,” she whispers. Lindy’s fingers tighten in my jacket, and she presses her body harder against mine. She grinds her hips over mine, and I groan, my lust for her demanding to be sated.
I drag my hands over the curve of her waist, feeling the heat of her skin through her clothes, feeling the way she trembles under my touch. My pulse pounds in my ears, drowning out everything but the sound of her breath, the quiet, needy sounds she makes as my fingers slip beneath the hem of her shirt.
She arches into me, her breath catching as I slowly unbutton her shirt. I watch her face, waiting for hesitation, for second thoughts.
But she looks up at me with wide, blue eyes, lips parted. “More,” she whispers. “Please.”
I groan, my control slipping like sand through my fingers. I pull her undershirt over her head, tossing it aside, barely taking a second to admire the way the moonlight kisses her bare skin before my mouth is on her again.
Her hands move over me just as desperately, yanking my jacket off, then my shirt, her fingers skimming over my chest, my stomach, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. I hiss as she drags her nails over my skin, her touch lighting me up from the inside out.
“You feel…” She breathes the words out like she can’t quite finish the thought.
I catch her wrists, pinning them against the moss as I lower her onto the ground. “How do I feel?” I ask, kissing down the column of her throat, letting my teeth graze her skin just enough to make her shudder.
“Amazing,” she gasps, her back arching as I kiss lower, my hands mapping every inch of her body.
Her skin is impossibly soft, her curves fitting against me in a way that makes my chest ache with longing and primal need. I’m going to die if I don’t have her soon. Yet I want to savor this, take my time, but the caveman in me demands I claim her now .
She pulls at my belt, hands fumbling in her rush to undo it, her thighs tightening around me and promising luscious satisfaction.
“Lindy,” I groan, grabbing her hands.
I close my eyes for half a second, fighting for a shred of control. But there’s no stopping this. Not when she’s looking at me like that. I let out a low groan, a sound ripped straight from my chest as she unbuttons my jeans.
“Oh, Lindy,” I groan, dropping my forehead to hers, my breath ragged, my cock aching, throbbing, desperate for her. “Jax is gonna kill me for making love to a client.”
Her wicked smile sends a bolt of heat straight to my throbbing cock as she trails her lips over my jaw. “Then let’s make sure you die happy.”
A rough, low laugh rumbles from deep in my chest. “Fuck it.” I pull my sleeping bag out of my pack and put it on the ground for Lindy to move onto. I look down at her, and I lose all control. Moving my body down over hers, my mouth finds hers, and I kiss her deeply because there’s no going back now. I’ll take whatever Jax has to dish out because Lindy is fucking worth it.
I pull her shirt up, needing to feel her skin beneath my hands. My fingers skim over the soft curves of her waist, up the soft expanse of her stomach, until I reach the swell of her breasts. Her nipples are already hard and ready for me.
She gasps when I flick my thumbs over them, her body arching into me, showing me she wants more. My control fractures, and I know I’ll do anything for her.
The shirt hits the ground, and I dip my head, taking a nipple into my mouth.
“Cody,” she gasps, her hands diving into my hair and pulling me closer.
I swirl my tongue, teasing and sucking. I groan in lust as she whimpers beneath me and rolls her hips up against me, urging me on.
“You like that, baby?” I murmur, dragging my tongue over the other peak, circling it, tugging it between my lips just to hear her whimper with need again.
“Yes—oh, God—yes.”
I reach for the waistband of her leggings, fingers sliding beneath the fabric. My eyes flutter closed, and I nearly come when I discover how hot and slick her pussy is for me.
“Jesus, Lindy.” I groan against her skin, sliding my fingers through her folds, teasing her clit.
She gasps, spreading her thighs for me, rocking her hips against my fingers. “I need you, Cody,” she breathes, her fingers sliding down my chest, reaching for my belt. “Now. I need you inside me.”
I yank my jeans down, my aching cock desperately needing to be inside her sweet depths. The second my cock slides through her wetness, teasing at her entrance, I nearly lose my mind.
Fuuuck. I’ve never had a woman who shatters my self-control the way Lindy does. I look at her, her blue eyes wild and hungry, and stare in amazement at this incredible woman. How lucky am I to find a woman like her?
Her breath quickens, and Lindy wraps her legs around me, urging me closer. “Cody, please,” she whispers, her voice thick with need.
I push the tip of my cock inside her. She’s hot, her tight pussy gripping my cock tight. I grit my teeth, fighting for control. How am I going to last when she feels so fucking perfect?
“Fuck,” I groan, barely holding back. “You feel so goddamn good.”
She tilts her hips, taking me in a little deeper. Her head falls back, a breathless moan escaping her lips. “Cody,” she pleads. “Don’t hold back. I need all of you. Please.”
I slide in, inch by inch, stretching her, filling her, groaning at the way her walls tighten and flutter around me.
“Oh my God…”
I press kisses along her jaw, down her neck, savoring the way she feels around me as I slowly increase the rhythm of my thrusts and push even deeper.
Lindy pushes her hips into me, and I bury myself inside her, gasping at the feel of her.
Fuck, she’s perfect.
I slow my rhythm, wanting to savor the way she moans and moves with me. She meets every thrust, rocking into me, making me lose my goddamn mind.
“Cody—” she whimpers, her fingers tangling in my hair, her mouth seeking mine and kissing me with an intensity that makes me see stars.
I give up on trying to hold back. I grip her hips and thrust harder, deeper, needing to go over the edge with Lindy. “Goddamn, Lindy. You feel so fucking good.”
She moans, her body tightening, her walls squeezing my cock, making me groan against her mouth.
I growl, thrusting harder, making her cry out, making her writhe beneath me. “That what you need?”
“Yes,” she nearly sobs. “Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.”
I snake a hand between us, finding her clit, circling, teasing, pushing her higher, needing to feel her come on my cock.
“Oh God, Cody, I’m—”
Her body tightens and trembles, then her pussy explodes on my cock, pulsing with an intensity that instantly sends me over the edge with her.
I cry out her name, losing all control as I thrust deep one last time, coming hard, feeling like I’m breaking apart and being reborn as a new man. I collapse over her, then move so that we’re face to face, and hold her tightly in my arms.
For a long moment, neither of us speaks.
We just lie there, tangled together, sweaty, breathless, still connected, our hearts hammering in sync.
I press a soft kiss to her shoulder, dragging my lips up to her jaw, then her temple, just breathing her in.
Her sigh is so content, so full of something more than just lust, that I know more than ever that Lindy is the one for me. There will never be another woman I feel this way with. The realization makes me pause—it fucking scares me. Could she let me into her life like I want? Would I be enough for her?