Page 12 of Christmas Captive

Fuck! I need to knock this shit off. She’s too young, she works for me, and whatever conversation we’re having ends at dinner.

“Ya know,” she picks up the beer again, “I don’t think Wyatt and I ever kitchen danced… not for real. I mean, I’d ask him to, and I always felt like he was doing me a favor.”

I stand and reach for her hand. The movement is involuntary as though my body has gone rogue.

She blinks up. “What?”

“Dance with me.”

“What?”

“Yeah.Ilike to dance,youlike to dance, so let’s dance.”

Her mouth drops open, and for a second, I think I’ve taken things too far. She hasn’t moved and I can’t fathom why I’ve pushed past the boundaries I set for myself. Truth be told, I don’t trust myself to dance. A dance won’t be just a dance, not with Jovie.

Before I second guess myself any further, she tucks her hand into mine and stands, closing her body against me. I wrap her close as her head rests against my chest. The beer must be making her decisions, but I’m not complaining. I soak in the moment, dragging in the cranberry scent on her skin

Her small hand moves up the center of my back and over my shoulders. “You’re strong.”

A surge of something hormonal streams down my spine and into my groin, lifting my cock to attention. It’s the same feeling I had earlier when she talked about her virginity. It’s sick and I should push it down, but it feels so damn good up here at the surface that I let the feeling linger.

She steps back and stares up at me with wide, dark pupils that stay focused on mine as a soft hum leaves her lips. “This is nice.”

The music could stop, and the house could be burning down around me, but I’m not sure I’d notice. Right now, her full red lips, her dark blonde hair, and the soft shadows that dance on her chest is all I see. It’s all I’ll ever see again.

My hand moves up her arm, over her shoulder, and onto her neck, landing flat against her throat. It’s not an intentional decision. My body is doing things now that I haven’t given it permission to do. And though a gentleman would step back and take his time, I don’t have plans for that.

Chapter Five

Jovie

His hand is on my neck, and he’s pressed me against the back wall of the small cabin he calls home. I breathe him in. Pine, cedar, balsam, the woods.

His beard is dark with patches of gray, and his eyes are deep and knowing, like he’s seen the world and he knows better, like he has answers to questions I haven’t heard yet. There’s trust in that. Faith. A promise that he knows life, and he understands things in a way younger guys don’t.

His rough fingertip lands on my bottom lip and he stares down at me, breathing heavily.

God, I want him to touch me.Reallytouch me. I want to feel his heart against my chest, his cock against my pussy, his calloused hands on my skin.

My body aches with need and desperation as his hard length pulses against me. My frame trembles as he leans into my ear, our bodies swaying to the music, and then he says, “This is a mistake, darlin’.”

Darlin’. The way he says darlin’, I want to hear him say it over and over again just like that. It’s deep and rough in my ear, with warm heat spreading down my neck.

My clit throbs and my nipples spear into hard knobs that rub against his chest.I shouldn’t want him to fuck me, right?Webarely know each other. Yet, here I am, desperate for this man to open me up like a fresh can of cherries.

What’s wrong with me? In two years, I never felt like this with Wyatt. Maybe it’s the alcohol. I don’t usually drink beer, and I’ve had two bottles.

Kade grips my waist with his free hand and tugs me close.

“Why was this a mistake?” I’m panting now, desperate, grinding my hips against him like I can’t get close enough.

“Because I need you,” he grunts, pushing his body against mine before leaning into kiss my neck. His teeth scrape against my shoulder and he slips his hand under my shirt and cups my breast.

Dear God,I might die here and now.My heart thumps hard against my ribcage and every desire I’d ever had to be a virgin until I was married disappears in seconds. I want this man all over me, inside and out. I want him taking me deep and hard, rough and wild, like we’re two animals who can’t be stopped.

Reaching down, I brush my hand over the hard ridge in his jeans. The fabric is thick, but the outline of his cock is… thicker.

“Fuck me!” I don’t know who this girl is, but she’s needy and begging. “Please! I need your cock like I’ve never needed anything.”

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