Page 28 of The Christmas You Crash

Lexi is stiff for only a moment before she melts into me with a sweet little gasp. It’s all the invitation I need to sweep my tongue inside her mouth. She tastes like wintergreen and possibilities, and her body feels like heaven pressed against mine. With my hands still gently gripping her face, I walk her backward untilshe’s pressed against the house. The breathy mewl she makes when I cage her body in with mine drives me wild, and our kisses grow more desperate.

One of Lexi’s hands fists my coat, while the other snakes up my body and over my shoulder. Her gloved fingers scrabble to grab hold of my short hair. When she finally gets a good enough grip to tug on it and send a jolt of slight pain down my spine, I groan into her mouth and press a knee between her tempting thighs.

“Be a good girl,” I demand against her swollen lips before nipping at the bottom one.

She moans at that, and I grin against her mouth. When I press her harder against the wall, Lexi’s hips buck, and she grinds herself against my thigh. I don’t think she meant to do it, but the little whimper she lets out tells me it felt good. Emboldened, I press my thigh harder against her jean-covered core, earning another whimper. Lexi’s hips roll as she grinds her hot little center against my leg again and again while I kiss the hell out of her.

I’m hard as steel, lost in this woman as we dry hump each other in the still-falling snow. My brain is blissfully empty of everything, save the taste of her lips and the feeling of her body flush against mine. Dropping her face with one hand, I grip her hip and encourage her to ride my thigh. I need to know what she sounds like when she shatters. I need to show her she’s not alone, and since burying myself in her wet heat isn’t an option, I can at least bring her pleasure this way.

“That’s it, baby. Ride my leg. Make yourself feel good.”

Lexi gasps and whimpers as I guide her to rub her center against me. She’s almost there. Her back arches and her grip on me grows painful. She’s so close to her release, so blissed-out from the friction between us, that her head falls back against the house with a softthud.

Leaning down, I pepper the column of her throat with kisses and gentle nips. Her hips move faster, her movements urgent with her impending release. “That’s my good girl. Take what you need.”

Those words tip her over the edge, and I watch with deep satisfaction as Lexi shatters. Her eyelids flutter, her body shakes, her breathing is ragged, and she comes with a strangled cry. Gripping both of her hips, I press her harder over my thigh. She cries out again as I draw out her orgasm for as long as I can.

When she sags against me, I wrap her up in my arms and hold her tight.

That was the hottest thing I’ve ever done, and we didn’t even get naked. In fact, we’re both fully covered in several layers of clothing. I didn’t even touch her pussy or kiss across her breasts. All it would have taken was another of those sexy moans of hers, and I would have come in my pants like a teenage boy.

When Lexi’s breathing evens out, I take her lips with mine in a slow, sensual kiss. It’s too cold to stay out here. I need to get her warm. “Come on, OTG. Let’s get you inside.”

fourteen

LEXI

I just humpedRyder’s leg like a bitch in heat.

Lost in my head, I don’t speak as Ryder takes my hand in his and leads me back inside the house. I can’t believe I did that.

What the hell, Lexi?

He leads me through the garage and into the mudroom, where he studies my dazed expression. His long fingers unzip my coat and peel it off my body before he removes my hat and gloves, then drops to his knees to untie my boots and tug them off my feet. When he rises, he scans my face once more before gently gripping my cheeks and forcing my head back so my eyes meet his. Ryder’s lips twitch. His swollen, sexy-as-sin lips.

My eyes flutter shut when he leans down and presses a long, gentle kiss on my forehead before whispering, “Go warm up in front of the fire, beautiful. I’ll bring the wood into the garage.”

It’s all I can do to nod mutely. Ryder Hanson kissed the words right out of me. His thumb traces my lower lip, and I hold my breath while I wait to see if he’ll kiss me again. For a moment, I think he’s going to, but then he shakes his head slightly, as if to clear it, before stepping back.

“Go on, baby. You’re shivering.”

I am, I realize as the door snicks shut behind him. Dazed, I make my way into the main part of the house. But before I settle in front of the fire, I need to change my panties and clean myself up. I’m soaked and uncomfortable. My pussy still throbs from my orgasm.

Did that really just happen?

My feet barely touch the floor as I float through the house. I change into an entirely new outfit because I’m wet in more ways than one. Between the snow and exerting myself while I chopped wood, my clothes are damp and uncomfortable. Then, of course, there are my soaked panties.

God, I can’t believe I just did that. I must be out of my damned mind. If my father ever found out about what we did… No. Nope. Not going to think about my dad right now.

Every nerve ending in my body is still lit up like a Christmas tree, and all my traitorous mind can focus on is how I want more. I want to know what it feels like to have Ryder Hanson between my thighs for real. To have him whisper dirty, filthy things in my ear as he pounds into my pussy like a man possessed. To scream his name as he fills me with his cum.

Wait, what? Down, girl. No one is filling anyone with cum.

Banging my head against the wall is all I can think to do to change the direction of my wayward thoughts. With a groan, I listen for Ryder, to see if he heard me knocking some sense into myself. But the house is still silent.

Should it be taking him this long to drag the wheelbarrow into the garage? What if some desperate drifter was watching us outside, just waiting for his chance to slit Ryder’s throat, and I’m next?

On tiptoes, I make my way through the cabin and toward the garage. There are no sounds of a struggle, no gurgle of life’s blood leaving Ryder’s jugular as he bleeds out and dies.

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