Chapter 16 #2
God, she really should push him for more details, but she was only a mortal.
And this man with his godlike physique who refused to tell her anything about his murky past was calling to the most primitive part of her.
She liked how mysterious he was, even if that was messed up.
She needed answers…but she also really wanted his dick.
Because they weren’t stopping at kissing, that much she knew.
She’d been aching for him since longer than she wanted to admit. How about right after they met?
When he crushed his mouth to hers, she basically shoved him against the closed door. Because she wasn’t running away this time. Wasn’t avoiding whatever this was between them.
Her self-control was shredded.
He groaned into her mouth and quickly reversed their positions, pinning her up against the door. She wrapped herself around him, wanting to strip him completely bare.
As he teased his tongue against hers, she managed to get her boots and socks off with ridiculous efficiency. She felt a little desperate, but didn’t care. Maybe she was.
Someone had tried to kill them the other night and she’d been hiding away on her farm with just her animals for the last few months. Even before her grandpa had died, she’d retreated from everyone and everything because of her breakup—with a loser.
It was time to get some joy back in her life, starting with the sexiest man she’d ever met.
When she started unbuttoning his shirt—still not tearing her mouth from his—he paused, drew back. “We’re not—”
“Not what? Getting naked?” She’d never been this bold before, ever. She’d always been way too up in her head about sex. Too nervous. But she was putting herself out there with him. “Wrong. We are.”
His mouth curved up in a slow, sexy grin that sent heat curling out to all her nerve endings. “You’re kinda bossy,” he whispered, brushing his lips over hers in a sweet, sensual teasing.
“And I think you kinda like it.” She moved on to the button of his jeans, but he surprised her by grasping onto her wrists, holding firm.
“Give me a second,” he growled against her mouth, his breathing erratic.
The little rumble sent a thrill through her as he was clearly trying to get himself under control.
Well, she didn’t want him under control.
She tugged at her wrists, grinned when he let her go but still batted her hands away, sliding his own up under her Christmas shirt.
Anticipation curled low in her belly as he kept going until he’d tugged her shirt over her head. Her nipples beaded tightly against her bra cups.
Then his mouth was on hers again, as desperate and hungry as she was. The way he kissed her felt as if he’d die if he didn’t get more of her and that was a heady sensation.
Her entire body was in overload as she tried to process his kisses, the way he was now teasing her sensitive nipples into tight little points that had her moaning and grinding against him.
She wished she could just magic their clothing away because there was way too much fabric between them. Mostly in the form of their jeans, which she wanted to set on fire.
As if he read her mind, he started working the button and zipper of her jeans as he leaned down and nibbled the spot right below her ear.
It was impossible to think as he raked his teeth against her sensitive skin. And when he slid his palm over her mound, his middle finger stroking over her already wet clit… She jerked against him.
The sensation was already almost too much.
She felt as if she could combust right then and there—and die happy. Almost. Because she desperately wanted an orgasm. Or ten.
As he continued to stroke her sensitive bundle of nerves, he moved lower until he’d sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. She arched against him, unable to believe that she was just letting everything go with this man.
A virtual stranger.
But he’d shown her who he was in a dozen small ways.
He was the man trying to keep her safe. And her llamas liked him. That counted for a whole lot.
“Pants off,” she rasped out when he sucked her other nipple into his mouth with more force that she thought she would have liked. But the sensation had pleasure pulsing straight to her clit. She was so primed and ready to come, something that normally took a while for her.
He laughed against her breast, but at least he listened and shoved her jeans and panties all the way off. Maybe she should feel weird standing there in front of him totally naked, but there was no time to be self-conscious, to get in her head.
Because he was now kneeling in front of her, a hungry expression on his face that made her knees weak.
She didn’t even pause, just slid one leg over his shoulder as he pushed a finger inside her and then… She could barely think about anything except pure pleasure.
She wasn’t sure how long it took, but it couldn’t have been more than a few minutes until she was coming against his face and fingers, pleasure punching out to all her nerve endings as he played her body perfectly.
It left her weak and leaning against the door, heart pounding. What the hell had just happened?
As the high of her orgasm started to fade, he stood, looking quite pleased with himself as he cupped her face. “I love the sounds you make,” he murmured, his dark eyes smoldering with need.
She couldn’t find her voice, but she rubbed her palm over his hard length, enjoying the way he groaned at her touch. “We need to get your jeans off,” she whispered before dragging him into the laundry room right off the hallway.
There were two baskets on the dryer and clothes on the washing machine but her little desk was free. And should be sturdy enough to hold them.
By the time she’d sat on the edge of her work desk, his boots and jeans were off and… She stared at all of him, her gaze trailing from his bare chest down to his cock. And stayed there. “Oh wow.”
He groan-chuckled. “You’re good for my ego.”
Reaching out, she wrapped her fingers around his hard length and began stroking as she watched his face.
He grasped onto the edge of the desk as he leaned down to claim her mouth.
She loved the way he kissed, as if he couldn’t get enough of her. Well, the feeling was mutual. And she really wanted to taste him the same way he’d done with her, but he took over, wrapping his fingers around hers and stilling her.
That was when she realized he had a condom packet in his hand—she hadn’t even seen him pull it out.
She scooted to the edge of the desk as he sheathed himself.
When he slid inside her, she let her head fall back as he filled her completely.
She couldn’t stop the moan that escaped and didn’t want to.
This man made her want to be loud, to just enjoy every second of this pleasure instead of second-guessing herself.
He gripped onto one of her hips with enough force that he’d leave a bruise and she loved it. The most primal part of her wanted to have his mark on her, wanted this man with a desperation she wasn’t sure she wanted to put into words.
He’d strolled into her life and flipped everything upside down with no warning.
As he began thrusting inside her in a wild rhythm, she clutched onto his back as he filled her, stretching her, each movement pushing her closer and closer to another orgasm.
And when he bit down gently on that same spot under her earlobe, she reached between her legs to strum her clit—and surged into another orgasm.
This one was more intense, the pleasure spiraling out everywhere as he thrust even harder into her.
“I’m coming,” he growled, biting down on her earlobe now.
The desk shook against the wall as they lost themselves in each other and both found their own release, until she leaned slightly forward, resting her forehead against his chest.
“That was amazing,” she whispered.
His grip on her tightened as he murmured the same, his breathing unsteady. Then he slowly eased out of her and disposed of the condom.
She sat there, still riding that high, having no idea what to say. Luckily he didn’t seem to expect any words as he leaned down over her again, kissed her much more gently than before.
She stood up, wrapped her arms around him as their bodies meshed. She loved the skin-to-skin feeling of her breasts rubbing against his chest.
“Scout—” He paused at the sound of a knock on the back door.
“Scout? Hudson?” It was Sarah. Her voice was muffled so she was still on the back porch, but…had they locked the back door? Scout couldn’t remember.
Shit. Wincing, Scout looked around, realized all her clothes were still in the hallway by the back door.
“I’ll take care of her.” Hudson moved ridiculously fast, dressing with shocking efficiency, and was gone before she could say anything.
Okay, then. She…should probably get dressed. And take care of a handful of things around the farm. She knew there was stuff to do, but her orgasm-addled brain wasn’t letting her think of any of it right now.
All her focus was on the sexy, mysterious man who’d somehow invaded her life and now she couldn’t imagine him not in it.