Chapter Four
Four
Macbeth
“Macbeth?” Levi throws open the door, storming into the cabin.
I plant my hands on my hips. “What were you thinking, flying in the snow?” I bellow.
“I had to,” he says, raking a hand over his closely cropped brown hair, looking distraught. “I was scared to death. We all were.”
My eyebrows knit in confusion. “Why?”
“The road up the mountain is blocked. There was an accident, and one of the cars was the same model as yours.” He looks at me, eyes narrowed. “Why didn’t you answer your phone?”
I glance at my purse. My phone is inside, set to silent. “I needed some time to myself for… something.”
“For what?” he asks, anger evident in his voice.
I raise my chin defiantly. “None of your business.”
He shakes his head, pulling his phone from his pocket. He punches in a number and holds the phone to his ear. A moment later, he says, “I’m here, Romeo. Macbeth is too. She’s safe.” He glances at me, nodding his head. “Yeah. She’ll be getting an earful from me.”
When he hangs up, he rounds on me. But his anger melts from his face and he stalks across the room, pulling me into an embrace. “Oh, God, Baby Jones. We thought it was you.”
“You couldn’t tell?” I ask quietly.
“The car went off a cliff, and no one has been able to safely get down to it, yet. There’s nowhere nearby to safely land the helicopter. I’ve never felt so… helpless.”
“That’s no excuse to risk your life flying up here in the snow, though,” I say.
“I’ll risk my life every single day if it means making sure you’re safe.”
I glance up at him, daring to hope. “Why?”
His gaze is hot enough to melt a polar ice cap. “Because I love you, Baby Jones.”
My heartrate kicks into overdrive. He loves me? “Like a sister?”
“No fucking way.”
And then his mouth is on mine, and the kiss is frenzied, passionate, a tangle of tongues and lips and hands. I shove his winter coat off his shoulders, desperate to find skin under all the layers. My hands find the hem of his shirt, finally working their way up to settle on the warm skin beneath.
I trace his rock hard abs with my fingertips, marveling at the heat of his skin.
A minute later, we break apart, each gasping for air. “I want you, Levi.”
“I need you,” he growls.
His lips are on mine again, but this time, his hands are fumbling with my jeans.
A moment later, my pants fall to my ankles.
I step out of them, flinging them across the room with a kick.
We break the kiss just long enough for him to yank my sweater over my head.
With a flick of his fingers, my bra follows a moment later.
He pushes me down to the rug next to the fire, hooking his fingers under the elastic of my panties before slowly pulling them down my legs. He pitches them and we both watch as they land in the fire.
I giggle. “Oops.”
“Just as well,” he says, his voice gruff. “With the snow and the roadblock, we have the cabin all to ourselves. And I can promise you one thing…”
I lick my lips. “What?”
He leans down to suck on my earlobe. “You won’t need any fucking underwear.”
He pushes my knees apart, staring at my pussy. His eyes grow dark, and he whistles appreciatively. “Fucking beautiful.”
I feel exposed and shy, but then he parts my folds with a single finger, testing the moisture. “Fucking beautiful,” he says again, “and fucking wet.”
A shiver of pleasure rolls down my spine at his touch. “I want you,” I say again.
“Soon,” he promises. “But first, let me taste you.”
He kneels down, sliding his hands beneath my ass to lift me up to his mouth, and licks me with the flat of his tongue. Slowly. Back to front. When he pauses to suck on my clit, I lose control, bucking against his face.
“More,” I beg. “Please… God… I want more.”
Instead of giving me what I want, he leans backward, moving his face away from my skin. I whimper, and the sound makes him chuckle.
“I’ll give you more, baby,” he promises. “But I’m still wearing all my clothes, and it’s getting…uncomfortable.” He unzips his pants, and his cock springs free. He keeps stripping off his clothes until he’s naked, too.
My eyes widen at the size of him. “Levi, I need to tell you…I don’t have a lot of experience.”
His eyes meet mine. “Have you had sex before?”
“Just with Bob,” I confess.
He scowls, jealousy etching his features. “Who the fuck is Bob?”
“My battery-operated boyfriend.”
“Your…” He barks a laugh. “You’re talking about your vibrator?”
I nod, then reach out a tentative hand to touch Levi’s cock. When I wrap my hand around it, he groans.
“Bob is big,” I say, “but not this big.”
“It’ll feel good,” he promises, “if I get you nice and wet.”
My eyebrows knit together in confusion. “I’m already wet.”
A wicked grin spreads across his face. “Not as wet as you’re going to be.”
He sucks one of my nipples into his mouth, caressing the other with the palm of his hand. And so help me, he’s right. I feel myself grow wetter by the second.
Wetter than I ever thought I could be.
And then he settles his face between my legs again, swirling his tongue around my clit while sliding two fingers inside me.
Pressure grows deep in my belly, and I know this will be the best orgasm of my life.
I take deep breaths, trying to make it last as long as possible, letting it build and build, his tongue taking me higher and higher, until the pressure breaks, and I shatter.
I buck against his face once more as I cry out, coming on his fingers and tongue. He licks me one more time, long and slow, waiting for me to come down from my orgasm.
When I’m no longer shaking, he raises up, placing the head of his cock at my center. He leans down to kiss me softly on the lips, allowing his cock to slide inside ever so slightly.
Levi Beshear is inside me! Maybe only an inch, but it still feels amazing. I lift my hips, forcing him to slide inside a bit more.
He inhales sharply and moans. “Do you want me to wear a condom?”
I shake my head. “No. Please. Don't stop. I want you, Levi. All of you.”
He braces himself above me on his arms, staring into my eyes. “Are you sure? I always wear one, but with you… you’re different, Macbeth.”
“What do you mean?” My voice is barely above a whisper.
“I need you to hear this. Need you to know it.”
I lick my lips. “What, Levi?”
He takes a ragged breath. “If we do this… if I fuck you… I can’t ever go back to the way things were before. I want to claim you. To own you. Give yourself to me and be mine.”
I suck in a quick breath. “Claim me, mountain man. I’m yours.”