Chapter 26 A Couple Wild Raccoons
A COUPLE WILD RACCOONS
ISLA
This isn’t an accidental kiss under the mistletoe. It’s deliberate.
This is a line I never thought I’d cross. He’s my brother’s best friend. He’s my leading client. He’s the man I can’t stop thinking about.
In less than two seconds, Rowan’s lips crush mine. He consumes my mouth in a hot, deep kiss that wastes no time. It’s all teeth and fire, bruised lips and hands grabbing at shirts and hair.
He holds my face in both hands like he’s claiming this kiss. His tongue skates across mine. Our teeth clack. Our lips explore.
It’s possessive, a little rough, and everything I’ve tried to resist. I’ve wanted this so badly, and it’s unlike any other kiss I’ve had in my life. It’s urgent and hungry in a whole new way. His beard scrapes across my face, and I don’t even care. It’s cold outside, and I barely notice the chill.
I let go of his collar and rope my arms around his neck, asking for more, pulling him closer. He guides me a few steps back, away from the stone pathway till I’m leaning against the cold wood slats of my parents’ house.
With a groan that seems to rise from deep within him, Rowan answers the call, pressing his body against mine. I gasp. The feel of him against me is…mind-boggling. He’s big, and strong, and…hard.
My head spins from want. My body aches. Rowan deepens the kiss. My entire body feels liquid. I’ll be bruised and whisker-burned when I head into my parents’ home, and I don’t have it in me to care.
All my restraint is long gone. It’s packed up, and I couldn’t find it if I tried. I slide my hands into the back of his hair, and his throat rumbles. I file that away—Rowan likes when I touch his hair.
I can’t believe I know this.
I don’t want to un-know this.
I rope my fingers through his soft hair. He holds my face harder. We’re a portrait of desperation, a hot, passionate kiss outside of my childhood home.
This is everything I tried to resist. I feel out of control. I let go of his neck and slide my hands down the front of his sweater, feeling the outline of his outrageously firm chest under the soft material. Cashmere, I think.
I reach his stomach, spreading my hands over the cashmere, tracing the outline of his abs, then looping my hands around to his…holy firm ass.
I wrench apart, breaking the kiss. “Nice butt.”
“Nice mouth on you,” he says, his lips quirking up in a grin.
I squeeze his firm ass harder through the jeans, tugging him closer. He pushes his hips against mine, grinding, his hard length rubbing against me.
My brain crackles. “Ahhh,” I say with a needy sigh as I reach for the waistband of his jeans, ready and eager to slide my hands down into them. Who even am I, wanting to touch his ass this badly?
“Look at you,” he teases. “You’re so terrible at resisting that you’re trying to undress me outside.”
I yank him harder against me, not thinking, just feeling as my hands dip under the waistband. “Look at you. You’re so terrible at resisting you’re pushing that big dick against me.”
My jaw drops. What did I just say?
Rowan stares like he can’t believe his luck. “And you like it, snow angel.” He pumps his hips, pressing his hard length against me.
“Maybe a little,” I say, but my feathery voice makes a liar of me. I like it a lot.
He moves a little lower. He’s bending his knees slightly, seeking just the right angle. “Fuck it,” he says, grabbing my ass, and hoisting me up against the wall. “Wrap those legs around me.”
Holy shit.
He’s got me pressed to the cold outside wall. I hook my legs around that firm ass. Wrap my arms around his neck. Hold on tight.
“That’s right. That’s what you can’t resist,” he says in a rasp.
“You can’t either,” I taunt, but it turns into a breathy moan.
I thought I was in control for a bit, but Rowan’s clearly in charge as he rubs and presses. He’s hitting me just right, just so, and a hot pulse beats between my thighs. I’m outrageously wet, and I suddenly hate clothes.
“I could invite you in,” I say in between pants, even though I know it’s a bad idea.
“I could make you come outside,” he counters, his green eyes darkening.
He thrusts against me once more to drive home his point. My eyes float closed, the world popping with bright, hot light. When I open them, I whisper a challenge: “Do it.”
“You’re on, sweetheart.” He grinds. Squeezes my ass. Kisses my mouth.
I moan again, and I swear it echoes into the dark night.
I feel reckless.
Wild.
Wrong, but in all the right ways.
I don’t want to think too much on what this up-against-the-wall session means.
Not when my body feels like a Christmas tree, turned on after a long winter’s night.
I grind right back, chasing pleasure, chasing something I haven’t experienced in a long time.
I’m this close. I feel like I can come like this, with the blue and white lights flickering, underneath the cold, starry sky as my brother’s best friend dry humps me against the house.
“Don’t stop,” I plead as we press and rub, and I can barely believe what I’m doing.
My brain goes offline. My body is electric. This won’t take long. Not with all this pent-up—
A light flicks on.
I blink.
Another light.
It takes me a few seconds to register it’s coming from inside the house. Another to register I’m not coming. My orgasm vanishes into thin air. I unhook my legs from his ass, and he sets me down. I step away. “I should go.”
“You should.” His eyes flare with urgency. Understandable. He has lots to lose here too.
I adjust my coat, try to will away the lust surging through me, then punch in the code to the keypad. I yank open the door as Rowan trots to his car.
My mom’s in the living room, yawning, holding a camera. “Oh, it’s you. I thought it was the raccoons again.”
“And you were going to scare them off with a Nikon?”
“Of course not. I wanted a picture of them. This takes better night shots than my cell phone.”
Talk about a close call.
My mother thought she was catching raccoons on camera. She almost caught me acting like wildlife.