Chapter 15 #2
She expected him to back away and let her out of the truck, but instead, he lifted her right into his arms. Her legs encircled his waist and her arms wrapped around his neck as his lips found hers in a hungry, desperate kiss.
While she was lost in the hottest kiss of her life, he somehow got them inside.
He kicked the door closed and pressed her against the mudroom wall, his cock rigid against her core as the kiss went from desperate to wild.
Erin buried her fingers in his hair, keeping him anchored to her. Then he surprised her by softening the kiss before breaking it to turn his attention to her neck. His hands were everywhere, under her coat, cupping and squeezing her breasts, then under her skirt, his fingers finding her clit.
She cried out from the pleasure that shot through her system like a shock wave. “Upstairs,” she somehow managed to say.
“Here. Right here.” He put her down only long enough to toss both their coats to the floor, pull her tights and underwear down her legs and free himself from his pants and roll on a condom.
“Now.” His desperation seemed to match hers as he lifted her again, bringing her down slowly onto his rigid length. “Yes,” he whispered fiercely.
As her body stretched to accommodate him, she held on tight, half afraid he would drop her but knowing in her heart of hearts that he never would. She was safe with him. That much she knew for certain.
“God,” he said, his lips close to her ear. “You’re so hot and tight. You make me crazy.”
She wanted to tell him he made her just as crazy, but the words were lost in a deep thrust that triggered her orgasm.
His fingers dug into the dense flesh of her ass as he hammered into her, riding the wave of her climax into his own.
“Christ,” he uttered between deep breaths. His forehead dropped to lean against hers, the heat of his skin warming her from the inside. “What just happened?”
Erin laughed at his befuddled tone. “I think we had mudroom sex.”
“Hottest mudroom sex I’ve ever had.”
“Me, too.” She stroked the sweaty hair off his forehead. “How about we take this somewhere more comfortable?”
“Mmm, as soon as I’m sure my legs still work, we’ll do that.”
Smiling, Erin stroked his hair while he continued to breathe like he’d just run a marathon.
A feeling of profound contentment and peace came over her, making her wish for things she’d thought weren’t going to happen for her.
Now she wasn’t so sure. She wasn’t sure of anything other than how he cut through the numbness that had been so much a part of her and made her feel.
He took a deep breath and released it before withdrawing from her and setting her gently on her feet, holding her until she got her bearings.
Tugging her tights and underwear over her knees, she followed him up two flights of stairs to her bedroom.
Only then did he drop his hold on her hand so she could sit on the bed to remove her boots.
Her body continued to quake and tingle with aftershocks from the hottest sex of her life.
After ducking into the bathroom to deal with the condom and removing his sweater, Slim sat next to her on the bed, putting his arm around her. “I was rough with you. Are you okay?”
“You really have to ask?”
“Yeah, I do. I don’t know what came over me—”
She rested her finger on his lips. “Please don’t apologize. It was incredible. I’ve never done anything even remotely like that, and if you apologize, you’ll ruin it.”
His lips curved into a smile, and he nibbled on her finger. “We can’t have that, now can we?”
Erin shook her head and withdrew her finger, her eyes closing as he kissed her so softly, so tenderly that her body trembled anew.
That he gave her both wild passion and abiding tenderness within the scope of ten minutes was almost too much to process.
Laying her hand flat against his cheek, she pulled back from the kiss. “Give me one minute.”
“Take all the time you need.”
Her legs were wobbly when she walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind her and leaning against it to catch her breath. Images from the mudroom played through her mind like an erotic movie. She already knew that no matter what happened next, she’d never forget it.
Erin cleaned up and changed into one of the sexy nightgowns he’d bought her at Tiffany’s.
She brushed her hair and teeth, examining her reflection in the mirror, noting the razor burn on her neck and jaw that were stark reminders of what they’d done.
Erin’s shiver had nothing to do with the cold and everything to do with him.
Emerging from the bathroom, she found him wearing only his boxers, sitting on the edge of the bed, checking his phone.
He looked up at her, his gaze heating at the sight of her in the nightgown.
Standing, he tossed the phone on the bed and came to her, his hands warm upon her shoulders, his expression hungry despite the intense sex they’d already had.
“I’ll be quick,” he said, stepping around her to go into the bathroom.
Erin released a deep breath and got into bed, turning to look at the picture of her brother on the bedside table and trying to remember the last time she’d felt as elated as she did now.
A memory came to her, sharp and vivid, as if it had happened yesterday rather than almost fifteen years ago.
She recalled a warm summer weekend at the beach in East Hampton about a month before Toby died.
She and Mitch and Toby and Jenny had pooled their resources to rent a small two-bedroom house for a weekend that had been full of love and laughter and promises of a happily ever after that hadn’t materialized for either couple.
They’d been so excited for Jenny and Toby’s wedding in two short months, and even though it had ended with a disagreement between her and her brother, that weekend was the last time she remembered feeling the way she did right now—happy and hopeful, with every possibility still open to her.
Everything had changed a few weeks later, and her life had never been the same.
She’d been spinning, as if caught up in a riptide that she’d been fighting ever since.
Only recently had the spinning stopped, and Slim was the reason.
He came out of the bathroom looking sexier than any man had a right to at nearly forty.
His chest and abs were ripped with muscles and covered in a light dusting of dark hair, his jaw chiseled with just the right amount of scruff and his eyes…
He looked at her with such affection and desire.
A man who looked at a woman that way could convince her to change her life for him.
After he got in bed, the heat of his body drew her to him, and he wrapped her up in his arms.
“Thank you for an amazing Christmas,” he said. “And for the painting of the lighthouse. I’ll find a very special place for that in my Florida house.”
“I thought you might like a memento of your stay here.”
“I’ll never forget staying here or being with you this Christmas.”
“I love my new necklace, too.” She touched the sterling silver sand dollar to make sure it was still there.
“Glad you like it. Looks as good on you as does that nightgown.”
She looked up at his handsome face. “Tell me something about you that I don’t know.”