Page 16 of Her Grumpy Lumberjack

“I’ve never had a s’more before! Is that crazy?”

I watch as Chase opens the marshmallows and skewers one for each of us. “You’re gonna love them.”

We melt the marshmallows over the fire until they’re golden brown and gooey before sandwiching them between the graham crackers and chocolate. I take a bite, savoring the sweet, marshmallowy goodness.

“Amazing,” I say, miming a chef’s kiss. “I can’t believe it’s taken me twenty-three years to try these.”

Chase laughs. “Glad you like them.”

His eyes linger on me, trailing down to my mouth, and my breath catches as he reaches his hand out. The pad of his thumb brushes my cheek, making me shiver.

“You had a little chocolate,” he explains, his voice deep and throaty.

“Th-thanks.”

We stare at each other, the heat of the fire caressing our skin like soft kisses. Warmth is spreading through my body, blooming between my thighs, and I squeeze them together, trying to ease the ache.

“Fuck,” Chase murmurs so quietly I can barely hear him. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you are, Sienna?”

I don’t reply. No words will come. My heart pounds in my ears as Chase inches closer, his gaze boring into me. Then, with a deep growl of surrender, he takes my face in his hands and crushes his lips to mine.

The world dissolves. Nothing matters but Chase, his beard rough against my chin, our mouths frenzied and desperate. He sucks on my bottom lip, making me shiver as his hands grab the back of my head and pull me closer to him. Blood is pumping through me, every nerve buzzing inside me as all the tension finally bubbles to the surface, overflowing between us. I throw my arms around his neck and deepen the kiss, moaning as he slips his warm tongue inside my mouth.

He tastes raw and masculine, but I can still taste chocolate on his tongue as he slides it against mine.

God, yes.

There’s something deliciously primal about the way he invades my mouth, and red-hot desire pulses inside me, my pussy throbbing with need. I want him to fill more than just my mouth. I want him inside me. I need him.

“Come here,” Chase groans between kisses, pulling me onto his lap. I straddle him, my legs wrapping around his hips, our chests pressing together. My nipples pucker as Chase cups one of my breasts, rubbing the swollen nub over the fabric of my dress. I shudder, moaning against his mouth as he sucks my bottom lip hard, still teasing my sensitive nipple.

I can feel his cock swelling between us, straining against his jeans. It pokes against my core, thick and hard, making me moan despite all the layers between us.

“I’ve wanted to kiss you since the minute I saw you,” Chase says, panting a little as he pulls back to look at me. His eyes are dancing in the firelight, glazed with lust as he looks at me, and instinctively I bear down on his lap, pushing myself against his cock.

“I wanted it too,” I say, relishing the look of need on his face. “So badly.”

“Fuck.” He lets out a hiss of breath before reaching down to grab my ass, moving me against him, grinding me roughly against his cock. “You feel that? That’s what you do to me, Sienna.”

I suck in a breath, my eyes rolling back as my clit rubs against his lap. It feels so good. My panties are slick with desire, my core aching. I’ve never felt like this before—like my body has totally taken over. All my reasons for resisting Chase melt away as he kisses my neck, groping my tits as I keep on grinding against him. I’m panting hard, my pussy starting to throb as my orgasm blooms.

“Oh!” I gasp. “Yes!”

“Fuck, come for me beautiful.”

The friction is too much. I hold on to Chase, my arms tight around his giant shoulders as I come for him, moaning deeply. But now I’m even hornier than before, wetter and achier.

“Good girl,” Chase growls, his gaze hungry as he looks at me. “You’re so pretty when you come. You better be ready to do it again.”

I nod eagerly as he lifts me off his lap and lays me down on the picnic blanket. The fire is still blazing beside us, the air warm against my bare legs as Chase kneels beside me and starts to lift up my dress. I help him pull it up over my head, and for the first time since we kissed, I feel a flicker of nerves. Nobody has ever seen my body before.

Will he still like my curves when I’m naked?

I try to swallow my fear as Chase reaches for my bra, but he hesitates when he sees the look on my face.

“Are you okay, sugar?”

I press my lips together. “Nobody’s ever seen me like this before. I’m a little nervous.”

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