Chapter 4 #3
Then Cal peeled the strap of her camisole down her arm and exposed the swell of her breast, tweaking her hard nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
Deanna gasped and grabbed at the curve of his butt, pulling him closer until she was nearly seeing stars because he was pressing into her in a certain way… She only needed a little more pressure and she’d be screaming his name.
She broke their kiss to pant against his ear. “Do you have protection?”
He nodded against her shoulder. “One minute.” Cal let out a long breath as he rose from above her. “I have supplies in the upstairs bathroom. Just, wait here.”
With a giggle, Deanna reached for a blanket and threw it over herself, straightening her camisole too. “Where would I go? Hurry back.”
Deanna focused on the fire again, gold and orange flames leaping and twisting, as Cal jogged away towards the stairs at the back of the open plan space. She hadn’t even been upstairs. His bedroom was probably up there, but it was warmer by the fireplace.
While he was gone, she mentally catalogued all the problems she had to deal with in the next few days. Get her hire car re-started or get a tow truck. Work out when and where to open the package from her mother, which was currently stashed in her suitcase, still inside her now-snowy cabin.
Finally, she had to find a place to stay for at least a few days, if Cal didn’t want her to stay on at the lodge.
That seemed unlikely, since they were getting on, and getting it on, like nobody’s business.
She hadn’t been so drawn to a man, hadn’t wanted to do unspeakable things to anyone, in literal years.
Sad, half-hearted dates courtesy of the apps and introductions to friends-of-friends hadn’t resulted in anything special.
In fact, she’d been feeling like a dried-out husk of a woman. Until now.
The throbbing heat between her legs, the feeling of wanting more, was everything she desired. She shifted restlessly on the sofa, as she waited for Cal to return.
Just then, Cal sneaked up on her from behind the sofa and vaulted over the armrest, to land right beside her. She shrieked and pulled the blanket up again, cowering behind it.
“Don’t do that to me. I nearly had a heart attack!” Deanna swatted him on the shoulder with her hand, the other hand pressed over her pounding heart. “This girl is scared to death of horror movies, and I don’t need you acting them out in a remote lodge in the woods.”
“Oh. Sorry about that.” Cal smiled, a lopsided expression that was nothing short of adorable. He didn’t sound sorry in the least. “What if I make it up to you?”
Deanna grinned. “That could work. Depends on what you have in mind.”
Cal leaned in for another kiss, and Deanna was with him.
She couldn’t get close enough. She shuffled over and straddled his lap, settling on top of him.
They both groaned at the new contact, his erection covered by denim, and she was only wearing her cotton briefs.
The perfect friction, hitting her right there.
Deanna unbuttoned Cal’s jeans, pushing her hand below the waistline, teasing the strip of skin she exposed with her fingertip. She kissed him deeply, tasting him and teasing him.
Kissing wasn’t supposed to be so all-consuming, so intense.
The way he fisted his hand in her hair again, pulling her close, had her panting.
Then, he pushed down her camisole again and broke their contact with a tug on her lower lip, but only so he could kiss his way down her neck and collarbone.
Finally, he licked a circle around her straining nipple and drew it into his mouth.
She gasped as a powerful sensation zipped straight to that spot between her thighs that was crying out for more contact.
“Please,” she said, as she freed him from his jeans. Stroking him with one hand, she stared at the gorgeous sight, his erection straining upwards almost to his belly.
Cal nuzzled between her breasts for a moment, then leaned back and reached into his back pocket. He pulled out a row of foil packets and waved them in front of Deanna’s face.
She grabbed them with a laugh and raised an eyebrow at him. “Confident, are we?”
He shrugged. “Best to be prepared.”
“You’re a boy scout.” Tearing open one packet and throwing the rest on the coffee table, she got to work and quickly sheathed him.
She was just trying to be efficient, but he moaned as if she was torturing him, in the best way. A shiver of pleasure passed through her whole body from her scalp to the tips of her toes.
Holding her at the small of the back, Cal lifted himself up and pushed his jeans down his legs, nearly dislodging her from his lap. But she wasn’t having that.
Deanna got rid of her underwear before taking him in hand and guiding him into place, exactly where she needed him. Then, ever so slowly, she settled back down on his lap, taking him fully inside.
Cal surged forward, his strength revealed in the flex of his biceps.
Deanna threw her head back and gasped, holding onto the back of Cal’s neck as he thrust up into her. So deep. So full. So incredible. Her heart thundered as she began to rock. Back and forth. Then she opened her eyes.
Cal’s expression nearly undid her. His dark eyes reflected the flames of the nearby fire, and his jaw was tense, locked as if in anger.
But he wasn’t angry. Oh no, he was concentrating.
Watching her expression. Palming her breast. He thrust upwards again and she saw stars at the edges of her vision.
Deanna kept up her movement, pressing herself against him even as he shifted again beneath her. It was enough to tip her over the precipice she’d been hovering on.
“Cal!” she cried out, as an explosion of heat and electricity rushed through her system.
With her eyes screwed shut, the red haze behind her eyelids had her believing for a second that she was on another planet. A sexy planet, full of stern, wizardy men who wanted to make her scream. Mmmm.
Then Cal’s low moan woke her from her dream-state. As she snapped her eyes open, he shuddered under her and grabbed her face, kissing her, making her body unwind and then heat again under his touch.
He thrust inside her once more, holding her to him, grinding into her with ultimate control. But his fingers shook when he stroked a path down her arms. Then, he went still.
“Wow.” She laughed as she pulled back, running her fingertips up and down his chest. “That was intense. Amazing, but intense.”
Cal tipped his head to one side. “That’s because you’re perfect, Dee. I need you. I…don’t want to let you go.”
She blinked as new warmth unfurled in her belly.
Somehow, she didn’t think that’s what he’d meant to say, but it didn’t matter.
Whatever nonsense people said in the heat of the moment was inconsequential.
Only it didn’t feel that way. It felt like someone calling her name, someone who loved her deeply.
Deanna pressed her forehead to his. “I don’t want to let you go either.”
“But…” he raised both thick eyebrows, “I need a second.” He lifted her up, off his lap, holding her firmly by the hips.
Deanna gasped as he left her body. “Oh.”
Her body had woken up, that was for sure. She wanted him back again. Didn’t want to be separated from him. Not at all.
Cal set her down on the sofa, where she wriggled into a ball under a blanket again.
“Back in a sec.” Cal winked at her, then rose and walked away, grabbing his shirt to throw on as he went.
Deanna stared, because Cal’s rear view was spectacular. Honestly, the man had legs like tree trunks and a firm butt that made her want to grab him. Bite him.
When he came back and sauntered across the room, he had a towel wrapped around his waist. She wanted to tear it off immediately.
Deanna crooked her finger at him and Cal grinned, sitting down beside her, placing a glass of water on the table.
She leaned over the coffee table and grabbed the Uno card she knew was at the top of the stack. Reverse. The little arrows going in both directions. She placed it face up on Cal’s chest.
“Reverse it. Your turn to be on top.”
Cal’s grin was feral now. “You play a mean game.”
Deanna nodded, a mock-serious expression on her face. “I play to win.”
“I thought this game was about pleasure.”
She smiled at him, trying not to laugh at the earnest expression on his face. Did he think she hadn’t enjoyed what they’d done? “Absolutely. I think you earned the right to control the next game.”
“I like the sound of that.”
Before she could say another word, he laid her back on the sofa and nudged her legs apart, unwrapping her blanket and kissing his way down her body until he was crouched down by her knees.
“Let me make you win, again.”
Deanna laughed, then gasped as Cal kissed her inner thighs. And he got down to business. “I think we’re both winners.”