Chapter 7
Holly
“Should have chosen a longer one,” I mutter as I try desperately to tug it down.
Hunter wraps his fingers around my wrist, his touch branding me and comforting me at the same time. “It’s perfect.”
“It’s not the perfect size,” I say, and instantly regret letting the words leave my mouth. I don’t want to let him see my biggest insecurity.
“I disagree entirely.”
“You wouldn’t think that if you were in show business.”
To my surprise, he steps closer. He takes my face in his hands and he stares intently into my eyes. “Your body is absolutely perfect. Don’t let anyone tell you differently.”
Then, before I even know what’s happening, his lips are connecting with mine. His kiss is gentle and exploratory. He’s holding me so gently, like I’m precious to him.
The moment he licks his way into my mouth, my hands go to his flannel shirt. I grab handfuls of the material and yank him close, plastering my body against his. I’ve never felt chemistry like this with someone. My body is zinging all over.
I didn’t know it was possible to feel this much passion, to feel this alive. It’s all because of the mountain man whose arms I’m in.
His phone beeps, and I force myself to let go of him and suck in oxygen. I shove against his chest, forcing my fingers to uncurl from his shirt. “Eat. You have to watch your blood sugar.”
He’s still staring down at me, his eyes hooded and his gaze filled with desire. “The only thing I want to eat is you.”
“Pizza first.”
He cups my face again, running his thumb along my puffy, swollen lips. “That’s not a no.”
My cheeks grow warm. “It’s not a no.”
We take our pizza into the living room and eat on the couch, watching the snow falling and the twinkling Christmas lights. Now, I can see why he set it there. He can see both at the same time.
The snow has started falling again, adding a fresh white blanket to the trees and ground. I’m so grateful. If I could just stay here forever and always watch the falling snow with Hunter next to me, then life would be perfect.
We watch it fall for several minutes. He’s pressed up against me, his jean-clad thigh next to my bare one. I can feel the heat coming from his body and more than anything, I want to curl up in his lap.
“My favorite thing about Christmas is the lights. As a kid, my parents had addiction issues, and you know, when that happens, your parents care more about their next high than luxuries like electricity. Our trailer was always cold and dark. That made Christmas my favorite time of year. Seeing all the lights on our street made me feel a little less alone for a few weeks every winter.”
My heart hurts that he’s been through that. “No kid should have to live like that.”
He shrugs. “One day, I’ll give my kids a life filled with so much light and warmth and beauty that every single day will seem like Christmas.”
“You spend a lot of time talking about your future kids.” I like that he’s always thinking about them. He’ll be an amazing dad when the moment comes.
He looks at me, the holiday lights painting his face in shades of blue, green, and red. “My future life suddenly feels a lot closer than it did just a week ago.”
I whimper and suddenly, Hunter leans close and his lips are on mine, soft and sweet. His kiss tastes of fragile hope and new beginnings.
When I open my lips for him, he sweeps his tongue into my mouth. He teases me with long strokes, almost as if he’s savoring this as much as I am. My nipples are pebbling beneath my bra, and I arch toward him. I need to feel his chest against mine. Need to feel all of his solid places.
He lets go of my hand to pull my hair free from my ponytail and threads his fingers through it. “You’re beautiful everywhere.”
I’ve spent my life having my appearance critiqued from head to toe.
I know my hair is fuzzy and messy right now.
I know I’m not wearing the flattering shade of lipstick for my coloring.
Actually, I’m not wearing lipstick at all, and I’m dressed in a flannel shirt that doesn’t even fit me right.
But sitting here with Hunter, I feel beautiful.
I feel like the sexiest woman in the world.
I suck in oxygen desperately. Nervous energy flows through my veins. I’ve never done something selfish and being with this hot mountain man is definitely something that’s just for me. Only me. “You are too.”
A soft smile lights up his features. “I like you, Holly. Now, let me make you feel good tonight.”
At his invitation, I scramble into Hunter’s lap, putting my hands on his shoulders for balance. My thighs go around his hips, and I gasp at the bulge I can feel beneath my panties. He’s so big and thick.
I grind down on him, moaning his name.
“Wait,” he murmurs and grips my hips so tightly that I can’t move. I love that he can control my body this way. He’s not just big. He’s strong too. Strong enough to hold me in place. “I want to taste you.”
That’s never been something I’ve done. “I’m not ready.”
“For sex? We can go slow as you need. Hell, if all we do is kiss like this, I’m going to count myself a very lucky man,” he insists.
My heart swells at the way he cares so much, but I don’t want him thinking that I don’t want to have sex. “No, I want sex. With you. All the sex that you’re willing to have. But down there, I’m not like trimmed and clean and–”
The look he gives me is filled with so much affection that it makes my heart ache. “I want to taste your cream and feel you come on my tongue. You don’t have to wait until you’re perfect for me. I want you right now, just as you are.”
I blink, surprised to find myself tearing up. This man sees me. He gets me. “If you like it…”
“Let me do this,” he insists and before I can stop him, he slides me off of his lap and drops to his knees in front of the couch. He cups my face, the intensity in his gaze making my heart skip a beat. “Stretch out, get comfortable, yeah, just like that. Let your man take care of you.”
I settle against the couch cushions, his throw blanket underneath my head as a makeshift pillow. He leans over my body, careful to keep his weight from pressing down on me.
Then he kisses me, softly and gently exploring my mouth with his tongue. I wind my fingers through his hair, pulling him closer. His hair is just as soft and silky as I imagined it’d be. He growls when I give it a light tug and nips at my bottom lip.
He presses kisses along my jaw before he nuzzles my neck again. His beard tickles my skin, and I stroke it with my hand. He’s all hard lines and muscle everywhere, but he’s soft here.
He trails his kisses lower and lower until pulling up his flannel shirt. He stares at my bra, and the look on his face has me wanting to melt into the cushions right there. He’s so sexy. He flicks open the clasp, and cool air rushes over my breasts as he bares me.
He wastes no time. He lowers his head, sucking one of my tight buds into his mouth.
I moan at the sensation. It feels so right to have his lips on me, sucking and nipping at my skin. Bringing me pleasure.
He spends long moments feasting on me and the entire time, he’s growling.
I don’t know why but those possessive noises he makes only fuel my need.
My panties are growing damp and I squeeze my thighs together, trying to get some of the friction I need.
But it’s still not enough. I need more. I need Hunter.
I whimper his name. “Lower.”
He lets go of my breast with a wet pop and takes a moment to stare down at me. The way he’s focused, it’s like he’s trying to commit this moment to memory. Like it matters to him.
He leans down again, trailing his lips and fingers across my stomach. Every kiss is gentle, and every touch is reverent. He worships the cellulite and adores the bumps. There’s not an area of my tummy that he isn’t lavishing with attention.
Then he moves to the waistband of my panties. He glances up at me one more time, as if confirming I want this.
I nod, my cheeks warm and my pussy so swollen that it’s painful. Everything in me craves this man’s tongue on my skin, lapping at my folds and drinking my juices.
He pulls my panties down, tossing them onto the floor. Despite my arousal, I start to close my legs. It’s too much. Too vulnerable.
But he doesn’t let me hide. He pries my legs apart. He’s gentle but insistent, refusing to let me cover myself from his gaze. In that deep voice, he says, “You’re perfect.”
His words have me relaxing into the couch. He’s kind and gentle with my body. Sometimes, he looks like he can’t quite believe he’s getting to touch me.
He maneuvers my legs until my feet are flat on the sofa and my knees are in the air. Then he wedges his broad shoulders between my thighs. He parts my pussy lips as I stare at the ceiling and will myself to relax.
The first slide of his tongue over my folds has me whimpering. There’s no way I can think about anything else when it feels so good to have his tongue there. He licks me slowly, making soft growls in his throat.
“I like it when you do it like that,” I tell him with the next pass of his tongue. He rolls it against my slick center, and that’s my favorite thing.
He does it again and again until more moisture gushes from my pussy.
We’re making a mess on his sofa and the sounds of his big tongue against my drenched folds are obscene.
But the knowledge only sends me higher, especially when he inserts one thick finger into my aching channel.
That’s when I sigh in relief. I hadn’t even realized I was craving the sensation of being filled until he did that.
He thrusts in and out and for a moment, I let myself wish it were his cock. I wish he were above me, panting my name and telling me that I belong to him.
His tongue finds my clit at the same time he adds a second finger. I clench my pussy, unable to hold back the spasm. He’s giving me too many wonderful sensations at once. Tingles race down my spine, and I gasp his name again when he circles my clit again.
Hunter seems to know what I need because he never breaks his rhythm.
He keeps licking and sucking and thrusting, giving me everything my body needs to soar higher and higher.
When the orgasm hits, it knocks the breath from my lungs and for a moment I can’t see anything.
There’s only the feeling of this exquisite pleasure.
Even as I float back down, he continues to pleasure me. His pace is lazier, slower this time. Despite the orgasm I just had, another immediately begins building. I’m so sensitive that I thread my fingers through his hair. “I can’t. Not again.”
“One more,” he commands, his voice laced with a plea. He wants me to have this as much as I do, wants to watch me come apart in pleasure again.
He continues to work my body until I’m spasming, gushing into his beard and crying out his name. My body is covered in sweat, and I’ve never been so energized and exhausted at the same time.
He gives me a soft smile, leaning forward to cup my face again. The look of tenderness in his expression steals my breath away. “Get inside me now.”