Page 11 of Riding Dirty for Christmas

He sets me down carefully, and I immediately miss his warmth.

While he digs through his wallet, I drink him in – shirt hanging open, hair a mess from my fingers, that devastating mouth swollen from kissing.

He returns, a silver package between his teeth. With a low growl, he lifts me with ease, pinning me against the cold metal shelving unit and settling between my thighs. Goosebumps erupt across my skin.

His breath fans my neck, his voice a low, gravelly growl that reverberates through me. “I’ve been dying to do this all night.”

Wrapping my legs around his waist, I pull him closer, relishing the hardness of him pressed against me. “Then do it,” I challenge.

The buttons of his jeans are swiftly dealt with, his eyes holding mine captive.

My breath hitches as he pushes the denim down, his cock springing free. Thick and hard, it demands my attention, and I lick my lips unconsciously.

I watch, transfixed, as he tears the wrapper with a sharp tug and rolls on a condom. His body pressing against mine, his cock poised at my entrance.

“Tell me this is what you want,” he demands, his eyes searching mine. I see the question he's really asking. Are you sure about me?

I nod, my breath catching as he leans in, the tip of his nose brushing mine. “I'm sure.”

He's thick and hard, stretching me deliciously. I bite my lip to hold back a moan, wanting to take my time and savor this, but my body has other ideas.

I can't help but move, grinding my hips as Jack thrusts into me, filling me completely. I cry out, my nails digging into his shoulders.

He stills, giving me a moment to adjust to his size. Then he begins to move, his hips pistoning against mine.

His mouth finds my ear, his breath hot and ragged.

“You feel so fucking good,” he growls, his words sending shivers down my spine. “So tight, so wet. You're driving me crazy, Princess.”

I can't respond, can't do anything but hold on as he fucks me senseless. Each thrust sends waves of pleasure crashing through me, building and building until I'm teetering on the edge of oblivion.

His hand slips between us, his fingers finding my clit. He circles it, his touch light and teasing.

“Come for me, Eden,” he demands, his voice a low growl. “Let me hear you scream.”

And I do. I scream his name as I come, my body convulsing around him. He follows me over the edge, his cock pulsing inside me as he finds his own release.

We stay like that for a moment, our bodies entwined, our breaths mingling. Then he pulls out, his hands gentle as he helps me down from the shelves. My legs are shaky, my body still humming with pleasure.

He disposes of the condom, then turns back to me, his eyes soft. “You okay?” he asks, his voice gentle.

I nod, a small smile tugging at my lips. “Better than okay,” I whisper. “Incredible doesn't even come close.”

We clean up in companionable silence, stealing glances and trading small smiles.

Typical, I think, watching him adjust his shirt. The only hot guy I've met in forever, the only person who's grabbed my interest in months, happens to live in my hometown.

Why couldn't I have met him in the city? But at least now, even if my new family life sucks and my mother's husband-to-be and his son are assholes, I can look forward to casual hookups with the hot bartender when I visit.

I pull out my phone and order an Uber while we make our way back through the bar. Three minutes away - perfect timing.

He presses his number into my palm, scrawled on the back of a receipt. Before he can make it into something more than it is, I fold it carefully and slip it into my pocket.

“This was fun,” I say, keeping my tone light. “I'll keep your number. Maybe I'll need another escape next time I'm in town. Christmas visits and all that.”

The Uber pulls up outside, its headlights cutting through the falling snow. Jack walks me to the door, his hand at the small of my back.

Protective. Present. I tell myself not to read into it.

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