Chapter 9
Alana
Blinking my eyes open, I realize that my head is against the mountain man's firm chest. I glance up and see his blue eyes looking around in the dark. With zero thought in my head, I pull myself up and kiss him.
"Are you sure?" Lorne asks, pulling away.
"Yes. I want you. Do you want me?"
The roughness of Lorne's "Yes" shoots thrills to every part of my body, and I climb on top of him.
Our mouths hungrily explore each other as I grind into his bulge. Soon, I'm peeling off my flannel bottoms and unbuttoning the matching pajama shirt as he slides his sweats down, revealing his very ready cock.
I slide my wet pussy along the shaft up to the head and help him penetrate me as his rough hands explore my bare tits. His thickness spreads me as I groan out while leaning forward, allowing him to capture a nipple in his wet, warm, hungry mouth.
I ride his cock as I moan loudly, consumed by his electric touch. Lorne grabs my hips, helping me pound down on him more forcefully, and the friction sends my building orgasm into overdrive.
Soon, my body shatters above him as I cry out, coming hard on his cock. Lorne digs his fingers into my ass, thrusting up into me as he explodes.
Collapsing onto him, we pull the covers back over us, and lie there, our ragged breaths eventually returning to normal. Soon darkness consumes me as I fall asleep on his muscular chest.
In the morning, I wake and find myself alone in bed. I hear the shower, and when the yummy mountain man comes out wearing a dark blue sweater that brings out his eyes and a pair of jeans, he smiles shyly down at me.
Climbing out of bed, I give his hand a squeeze and quickly brush my teeth in the bathroom. When I return, Lorne looks at me with a pained expression.
"Alana, what happened last night probably shouldn't happen again."
My heart sinks when I hear his words. "Why is that?" I ask.
"I have feelings for you. And I know I acted like an asshole at Mare Pacificum, and you probably want nothing real between us. Much as I'd love to just enjoy being snowed in together, I couldn't handle the heartbreak when it's over."
My stomach fills with butterflies as I soak in the meaning of his words. Taking two long strides forward, I grab his sweater in my fists and look up into his bright blue eyes.
"Well, I'm falling for you too. So now what do you say?" I ask, nerves and desire dancing through my body.
"Really?" Lorne says, his eyes studying my face.
"Yes," I say, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling myself up, pressing my mouth against his. He kisses me back with such passion I swear my toes curl.
We spend another day reading in front of the fire with Christmas music playing and holiday lights sparkling, but this time it's different. The two of us share the couch together, my legs resting across his lap. At one point, he surprises me with a delicious foot rub.
As Lorne rubs his thumb along the arch, he laughs and shakes his head, looking up at me with those blue eyes.
"I can't believe Mair was right about us," he says, making me giggle.
"She is going to be beyond excited."
On Christmas, we surprise each other with handmade gifts. Since I had little to work with, I made him several origami swans in the bathroom while he worked on my gift in secret. Lorne surprises me with a tiny carved wooden cedar waxwing bird.
"You made this?" I say, shocked, rolling the two-inch figurine in my fingers.
"I'll make you a bigger one when I have more time," he promises, lining up the origami birds on the mantle along with his other Christmas decorations.
We make a simple cornbread chili casserole with fresh sliced jalapenos and sour cream. The bagged Caesar salad he bought before the storm is still good, and we eat in front of the fire, sitting crisscross on his bearskin rug.
Afterward, with my mouth still tingling from the spices, Lorne presses his lips against mine, and we slowly fall to the rug. The fire warms my side as he peels off my clothing, kissing down my breasts and belly until his mouth greets my waiting pussy.
I arch at the feel of his tongue swirling around my clit and moan out when he slips two fingers inside, pumping me while he works my nub. The tension from his touch builds at a rapid pace until my orgasm crashes through me as I cry out.
Lorne travels with kisses once again, going up my soft belly to my tits, where he licks and nibbles the nipples before finally entering me.
I wrap my legs around his waist, urging him deeper as he thrusts into me before the fire, his hand gripping my hair at the base of my neck.
He presses his mouth hard on mine as he fucks me with intensity.
His body shudders against me, with Lorne moaning into my mouth as he climaxes. Collapsing next to me on the rug, I curl up in his brawny arms, listening to his heart race against my ear.
When my sexy mountain man finally catches his breath, he says, "I'd like to see where we go beyond this snowed-in cabin."
Resting my chin on his hairy chest, I say, "Definitely. Me too."