6. CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SIX
Elise
Huxton grips the back of my head, pulling me closer. Our lips touch and the moment they do, nothing else matters.
All professionalism is gone.
My body fills with heat, a swarm of butterflies crashing in my belly. I’ve waited for this, waited too long. The kiss deepens, his mouth opening as I get my first taste of this gorgeous man.
Finally.
His kiss is hot and possessive, it’s everything I imagined it would be. My hands latch onto the back of his head, pulling him closer. My fingers grip his hair, each roll of his tongue sends a surge of heat to my throbbing core.
He’s grunting, devouring me like a wild animal.
But this isn’t what I came here for. I didn’t expect this to happen, steaming up the mountain, terrified that I screwed everything up for this man. Should I even be doing this? I mean, this is my boss.
“Huxton,” I whisper when we break for air. “This is…”
“Fucking perfect,” he growls and attaches his mouth to mine again.
I kiss him hard. I can’t help it.
“It is,” I say, breaking the kiss for a moment. “But should we be doing this?”
Desire and lust have changed the color of his eyes. They’re almost black as he stares at me without blinking.
“If you tell me to stop, I will. But you’ll just be putting it off. We’re made for each other, Elise. If you can’t see that already, then I can give you more time. But this is going to happen eventually. We belong together.”
My mouth opens to speak, but all I can do is stare at his mouth. His hot breath is heavy, so close I can taste it.
“But…”
“Tell me you don’t want this.”
“Huxton, I just…”
“Tell me you don’t want it.”
My chest clenches as I gaze into his soul. The heat in his eyes sees past my insecurities. He doesn’t care about my mistakes, my flaws. He doesn’t care if I’m clumsy, or prone to making mistakes. He makes me believe in myself, in the impossible.
I’m so desperate for this man. I want him. I want it all.
This is so new to me. No one has ever made me feel like this before. No one has ever made me feel wanted. This is territory unchartered, all of it. The job. The cabin. The hunky man beast staring at me.
It’s hard, but I let go of everything. I came here for a new life, and if this is what that looks like, laying on the floor of a wood cabin, drinking beautiful red wine and kissing my mountain man boss, then I think I’ve made a damn good decision.
“I want you,” I whisper.
Without another word he crushes his lips to mine. I wind my arms around his neck and sink into him again.
Huxton pushes me back and I sprawl out on the floor of his cabin. Two big hands land either side of my head and I’m pinned beneath a bearded giant, my hands moving up to trace his sexy biceps.
I swallow hard as he towers over me with his huge frame. I’m swarmed beneath him, pinned to the ground as one big hand slides to my hip, gripping it hard. My legs part and his hips move between them, my pussy throbbing when I feel the steel rod pressing against my leg.
“You taste incredible,” Huxton says, moving to nuzzle into my neck.
My chin tilts and warmth floods to my core. His rough beard scratches my sensitive skin so good. So good. I’m desperate for this man and my nails dig into his back, willing him to bite down on my neck harder.
“Oh, Huxton,” I moan, pulling at his shirt.
He knows exactly what he’s doing, his warm tongue sliding down to my collarbone. He rips his shirt off, revealing everything. I can’t help but let out a desperate moan, staring at his naked chest as he rises above me.
My fingers trace that divine six-pack that looks like it’s carved from stone. Fuck. I’m so wet. So full of need.
Huxton gives a wicked smile, a dangerous look that should scare the hell out of me. Instead, I feel my heart surrender to this man. Adrenaline is piercing every nerve in my body, the desire that’s been growing between us reaching boiling point.
“I’m going to take you to my bedroom,” Huxton says, lifting my fingers away from his ripped stomach, pecking them gently with his mouth. “I’ve wanted you from the moment I laid eyes on this soft skin. I’ve waited too long already.”
I’m speechless, laying under Huxton as his eyes roam over my body.
“You’re so fucking beautiful. I tried to resist you, but I can’t. This body is so goddamn perfect I’ll never get enough.” His hands slip beneath my shirt, moving to cup my tits. “I’m gonna make love to you. I’m going to make you feel so fucking good.”
He twists my nipples, staring right into me as he murmurs everything a woman should hear from their man.
“Just when you think I’m done, I’m gonna do it all over again.” He grins at me and pinches my nipple. A devilish smile hits me straight on the clit and I moan beneath him. “You like that, huh? I can’t wait to make you cum all over my tongue, you hear me?”
My breath shortens. How the fuck does this man keep getting hotter?
Need fills my body, and my hands roam over every hardened ridge of his chest. He’s so warm. So strong. His hips rock against my core and I make a sexy little gasp that makes his eyes light up. He’s opening a whole part of me that I didn’t even know existed.
“You’re going to be a good girl and do as you’re told, aren’t you?”
“Yes.”
His eyes crinkle at the edges with a sexy-as-fuck smile. “Good girl.”
He looks down at me, my clothes a twisted mess strewn over my body. With a hungry lick of his lips, he stands up, leaving my chest cold without his touch. He’s breathing a little heavier and he bends down, lifting me with those big round shoulders of his. I clench my legs together as he holds me close, lifting me with ease.
His big arms carry me down the hall. His touch is a promise. A promise of the wildest of nights, the sweetest of mornings and the dreamiest of days to come.
It’s a promise of forever.
Huxton holds me close as he walks. It’s the first time I’ve seen this part of his cabin, and although it’s gorgeous, the only place I want to be is right where he leads me.
Right into his bedroom.
I hold onto his shoulders, his muscles tight beneath my hands. I’m completely lost in his eyes. Almost as if his dirty talk has put me in some kind of trance. He’s taken me to another world, a world where I mean something. I have worth and I belong.
Huxton kicks the door open, and a wave of masculine scent makes my heart skip a beat. It’s him. Purely Huxton. A mix of pine and leather that matches the furniture. Huxton kicks off his boots and holds me above a large wooden bed frame, the thick, woolen blankets and plaid pillows messy on the mattress.
It’s darker in here, but there’s enough light from the lantern in the corner that when he tosses me onto his bed I can see him unbuckling his belt. I’m not sure if it’s the lighting, but that raw animalistic look in his eyes is growing more and more carnal with each passing second.
A tingle moves across every inch of my skin, burning hot.
I watch as he undresses slowly, his heated gaze never leaving mine. His stained, ragged jeans fall to the floor, and he kicks them off his feet. My tongue swipes across my lips, seeing the bulge in his tight black underwear.
“Take off your top,” Huxton demands.
I move onto my knees, unbuttoning my work top. I whip it off and toss it somewhere behind me. Huxton never looks away. He’s standing there, rock hard cock twitching in his pants, watching me.
His big hands move down to grip his cock. “Take the bra off. The rest is mine to unwrap.”
I reach behind and release the clasp to my bra. My heavy chest falls out as Huxton lets out a deep growl and falling to his knees as if surrendering to me.
“Such a good girl,” he says, shuffling forward until he meets me at the end of the bed. “Fuck. I need to taste you.”
His hands move to my waistband and I’m sliding out of my pants. He’s efficient, too, taking my panties until my aching pussy is bare on his bed. My chest pounds harder, my skin hot.
With a hungry lick of his lips, he moves in closer, inhaling deep.
I’m sure I hear him mutter ‘mine’, but the moment his tongue strikes my core, I’m so far gone, I can’t be sure of anything.