Page 19 of New Year's Renovations

She smiled up at me, taking my face in her hands. “I would very much like that, Jackson Montgomery.”

She placed a deep kiss on my lips and every muscle in my body flexed for her.

At this rate, the blizzard could last a week and I’d be good with it.

12

Harper

Well, so much for not getting involved with Jackson. We lay curled together in his very comfy bed, his muscular arm draped protectively around my shoulder. I snuggled into him and his hand stroked lazy circles on my skin, lighting every nerve ending on fire all over again.

“Morning, sunshine,” he whispered in my ear, the timbre of his deep voice sending a ripple of excitement through me.

“Morning.” I rolled over, taking in his square jaw, the slight bit of stubble shadowing his face.

He ran a thumb over my cheek, his skin rough from hockey and construction. I turned my head, kissing his palm.

“Thanks for last night. It was great.”

“Then you’ll love this morning,” he said, smiling and pressing up against me with his hard length.

I grinned. “Yes, yes I will.”

I brushed my lips against his, teasing him with my tongue. He responded, his body flexed and iron-hard against mine. Wrapping my legs around him, I rolled on top, straddling his hips and giving him a view of my chest. He groaned, arching beneath me, moving his hands from my ass to fondle my breasts. He circled my nipples with his fingers, pinching and tweaking, making my belly clench with desire.

I reached down, stroking him gently at first, then squeezing harder as his breathing became faster, shallower. His eyes met mine, his pupils large and dark with wanting. Moving his fingers down my torso, Jackson trailed lower still, dipping down to find my center. Never taking his eyes off mine, he rubbed my core, applying just the right amount of pressure to make me squirm and clench.

“Jackson,” I moaned, gripping his waist even tighter between my thighs.

In one smooth movement, I was beneath him. He rolled a condom on and spread my legs with his large hands, still rubbing his thumb over my center. I arched up to meet his hand and he slid his length in. I let out a happy sigh as he rocked into me, our bodies joined together. We moved together in perfect rhythm, picking up speed as our need for each other grew. All my muscles pulsed around him as he drove into me, so close to the edge. Arching up one more time, I cried out, “Oh, Jackson,” then fell over the edge, my body quivering beneath him.

He followed my lead, pounding hard into me one, two, three more times, then giving into his release before collapsing softly on top of me. I feathered my fingers over his sinewy shoulders, tracing the marks I’d made on his flesh, as his breathing moved from ragged to soft, even exhalations.

“Thanks. That was amazing,” he murmured into my neck, kissing my now-tender skin, chill bumps rising where his lips touched.

“Best blizzard I can remember,” I said, lacing my fingers with his and smiling at him.

He kissed my forehead, swiping a stray hair out of my eyes.

“For sure.”

* * *

The blizzard lastedtwo full days and we made the most of our time together. Meaning we thoroughly enjoyed each other’s company, in every sense of the word. I was glad I hadn’t stayed at Bramblehill House alone. Besides the obvious reason that Jackson was freaking hot and a-maz-ing, we also lost power for about 24 hours, which really would have sucked by myself. Jackson turned it into a fun, romantic adventure, involving lounging naked in front of a roaring fire with wine and cheese and that’s where I’m leaving it. Use your imagination.

Anyway, now the blizzard was over and we had to return to reality.

“You sure it’s safe to drive?” I asked Jackson, glancing at the freshly plowed road, huge white snowdrifts towering on the edges of the pavement.

“Yeah. I have a truck and snow chains. We’ll be fine. Besides, we need to check on the house, make sure nothing happened during the storm.”

I nodded. “I know, you’re right. I had a great time with you.”

“Me too, babe. But just because the blizzard’s over doesn’t mean we have to be.” He raised a dark brow at me. “Right?”

I smiled over at him across the hood of his truck. “Are you making us official?”

He shoved a hand in the pocket of his jeans, a half-smile on his lips. “I guess I am.”

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