Chapter Four
Sam
What the fuck am I doing? I don’t do this shit. I don’t get lulled in by pretty lips and thick hips. I don’t let my feelings get in the way of rational thinking. I don’t fall for someone because of an afternoon of random conversations. Hell, I don’t have random conversations, and I don’t fall for anyone.
That said, right now, under the cover of relative darkness, beneath the falling snow, I’m no longer a man. I’m a creature. A creature, desperate to sink into this pretty little thing and call her mine. A creature desperate to devour her under this snowy moon covered sun. A creature desperate to keep her safe from everything and everyone… except for me.
I lean her back up against the truck, tangling my tongue with hers, kissing her neck, swallowing every impatient moan that slips from her lips.
Her phone falls onto the snowy mound of ice outside the truck. I should pick it up, but I can’t bear to tear myself away from her touch. I lift her inside the truck, standing before her as heat pumps out around us.
Fucking hell, every part of this is wrong. The part where she’s too damn young. The part where she’s not staying. The part where we’re clearly under some kind of fucking spell, but I can’t stop myself.
Touching her is like touching everything I’ve ever wanted. She’s soft and sweet, mouthy but nervous, and gorgeous in every way I crave. Her thick hips. Her heavy tits. Her pretty little nose. Her big, brown eyes.
I growl as I tangle my hand in her long dark hair.
She tilts her head to the side slightly as though she’s inviting my kiss and I accept her invitation, breathing in the soft, delicate scent of her perfume as I suction my lips against her silky-smooth skin.
My hand is lost, digging between her thighs, brushing against her little cotton panties.
“You’re soaking wet. Can’t fake that, can you?”
She stares toward me, wide eyed and blinking. For a second, I wonder if I’ve gone too far. Maybe she is pretending to be into all this. She paid for a fake man, not to be fingered during an eclipse on Christmas Eve, but here I am, a creature, acting on instinct, desperate to taste her.
Her lips glide against mine and I’m lost, thumbing against her hot, soaking panties, desperate to get inside and show her what she’s done to me.
Slowly, her hand moves across the bulge in my jeans and her gaze meets mine. “I wouldn’t think you could fake something like this, either, could you?”
A wave of heat rises from my toes, and I slip behind her panties, pressing two fingers into her folds as I watch her mouth open and her sweet brown eyes close.
“Oh no,” I hold the back of her neck as I thrust into her soaking slit, “open those eyes. Look at me.”
The sky is so black, it may as well be midnight, and the world is quiet. I wonder how long this thing lasts, or how long it’ll take animals to come out of their dens and hunt. Last year, we had a bear on the loose up here and she wasn’t playing around. I’m not sure I’d want her sneaking up behind me. Then again, right now I’d take that over letting go of Jen’s body even for a second.
My fingers dig deeper into her soft, wet pussy, and though I’ve never been this man in my life, I’m fully supportive of every decision he makes from here on out.
Her hips press up against my jeans and she scrubs herself against me with need. “I should tell you something.”
The darkness begins to shift, and light begins to filter back through the clouds as I thrust into her faster and deeper, scrubbing with a come-hither motion as I lean into her ear. “Anything. You want me to slow down?”
“No.” She blinks up at me, swallowing hard before she says, “I’m a virgin.”
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
The sky bends back to white, and the snow that had been heavily falling now slows. Birds sing and the quiet we’d been surrounded by is suddenly loud.
Maybe it’s my brain, because currently, it’s going haywire. She’s a virgin. A tight, sweet, innocent, little virgin.
Why does everything inside of me want to take her even harder now?
“You okay? We don’t have to stop, I just thought you should know why I’m about to suck at all this.”
I don’t want to stop. I want to bend her over and fuck that tight, little core until she’s writhing in pleasure and I’ve filled her with babies, but that’s not reality. The reality is that she’s hired me to do a job. And though I wish that job was to take her virginity, it’s not.
I smile and lean into her neck, nibbling gently as I pull from within her and lick my fingers clean. “You couldn’t suck at this if you tried, but we should get you to that party while the weather is clear.”
Bending down, I pick her phone up out of the snowbank, wipe it off on my jeans, and hand it back to her before closing the truck door.
The eclipse is over, and I have a feeling it ended just in time.