Chapter 10
CHAPTER TEN
ZOE
The extremely turned on grumpy mountain man stood before me, blazing need and an erection even bigger than the last one, pointed in my direction. His words had done the impossible. Made me see that all of what he had just said was true. It took everything I had not to start bawling like a baby.
That I’d secretly wanted this, him and a gesture so grand that there’d be no doubt that taking that damn leap would be worth it. Well, you couldn’t get grander than this. All my nerve endings had been vibrating since he yanked open my car door, and I saw the fear in his eyes.
Suddenly the thought of continuing to blame someone else for my not wanting a lasting relationship was replaced with Baz’s selfless action making sure I was safe. And from the truth I heard in his words just now.
And of course, with the way his body was reacting to me didn’t hurt either. How had all of this happened in such a short time?
“Zoe, I really don’t want to rush your decision, but maybe you could give me a clue about what’s running through that gorgeous mind of yours?”
“How about I show you instead?” I took his cock into my hands, wrapping my fingers around the velvety steel rod that had been standing at attention just for me.
Baz hissed, then grabbed my arms and bent his forehead onto mine. “I’m not sure what you have in mind, and I’m really liking what you’re doing, but darlin’ if you don’t let go, and we don’t get naked soon, this is going to be over way too quick.”
A thrill went through me at the power his words gave me.
Reluctantly, I released him, assured he would fulfill the promise I read in his hooded eyes.
Stepping back, I removed my clothes or rather tore them from by body.
Naked, shaking with need, I watched in awe as he shed the rest of his clothes, his burning gaze not once wavering from mine.
Sharp spasms tightened my lower belly, setting off delicious pulses inside my pussy. Baz took me in his arms, his hands gliding over my body as if memorizing every inch. I felt revered, special and then I couldn’t think anymore.
Sweeping me up, he gently placed me on his bed, but that’s where the gentleness ended, and the welcomed demand for my every moan and plea took over. He settled between my thighs, dipped his fingers inside me. The added pressure of his thumb as he played with my clit drove my hips off the bed.
He wrung so many moans from me, I lost count certain I’d momentarily blacked out from the pleasure he coaxed from me with his long, talented fingers.
“That’s it. Show me how you crave my touch.
” His growl filled my ears; the low timbre of his voice slid over my flesh, leaving goosebumps in its wake.
Dipping his head lower, he replaced his thumb with his tongue, and I shot off the mattress at the first wicked swipe.
The second and a third had me calling out his name.
When he took the nub into his mouth and sucked, I broke on a silent scream as my orgasm raced through me.
“Baz!” I lost track of how many times I cried out his name as he thrust his fingers within me, prolonging my orgasm until stars appeared behind my eyelids. More, I wanted more.
His soft murmurs next to my ear settled me as he slowed the rhythm.
“So damn beautiful.” He whispered. When he rolled away, I could have wept, almost did.
But he soon returned, the sound of ripping foil momentarily overtaking our heavy breathing, grateful one of us was thinking clearly enough to remember protection.
Gazing at him from between lowered lashes, I watched as he took himself in hand, placing his cock at my drenched entrance. He held my gaze, his features hard yet soft at the same time. The corner of his mouth lifted just before he lowered the tip and rolled it over my folds. Yes!
“Tell me how you want it? Fast? Slow?” Baz’s raspy voice sent tiny sparks up my spine. How? How had I never known such pleasure was possible? All memories of past lovers faded as Baz showed me how good being with someone you loved felt. Scratch that. Not just good, astronomically good.
“Doesn’t matter. Just fill me.” I begged.
And he did.
With slow thrusts. Then faster. His large hands grasped my hips, anchoring me as he increased the speed.
His features strained as he sought his pleasure just as he was increasing mine.
Again and again. When a second orgasm caught me off guard, the blinding explosion of it slayed me.
My breath caught. I held it for a few precious seconds until his orgasm overtook him.
The sight of us coming together wrenched a laughing cry from me.
The inevitable pleasure of our joining wound through me. I felt so incredibly lucky to have experienced this moment of perfection it almost seemed unreal until one of his hands brushed several strands of hair from my eyes. His smiling gaze ignited a new round of goosebumps.
As we both took in large gulps of air, my heartbeat thundered and my legs shook as he withdrew from me.
I protested the immediate chill from losing his warmth and the physical connection.
But quickly, he gathered me close and held me tight.
The whiskers of his beard tickling the back of my hand as he kissed my sensitized skin.
“Zoe, I know you might think it’s too—”
“I love you.” For my first time saying those words, they came out so naturally that for a moment I wasn’t sure it was my voice saying them.
Then I sighed and shifted. I lifted the hand he’d just kissed and placed it along the side of his face.
I wanted to tell him so much, yet finding the right words in this moment escaped me.
“I love you.” Baz kissed me senseless, breathless, deepening it until any more discussion seemed unnecessary.
Finding your other half, no matter our age, had happened for all the right reasons.
Thank goodness I didn’t miss out on this, or him.
This moment proved relationships didn’t have to be something to be avoided, not when I had my very own hot Santa to keep me warm.