Page 10 of Riding Dirty for Christmas

Jack’s grip tightens, but he lets me play. I trace his bottom lip with my tongue, drawing a rough sound from deep in his chest.

The first real taste of him ignites something primal. The kiss is all heat and hunger. His stubble scrapes deliciously against my skin as I arch into him, wanting more.

In one fluid movement, he lifts me against the shelving unit like I weigh nothing. A soft moan escapes me as he trails kisses down my neck.

My hands roam greedily across his chest, and his muscles jump under my exploring fingers. A smirk tugs at my lips - I love that I can affect him like this.

“Something funny?” he mumbles against my throat.

“Just enjoying myself.” I rake my nails down his abs, drawing a sharp hiss from him. His grip tightens on my hips.

This is reckless. This is perfect. This is exactly what I need - no strings, no complications.

His breathing grows ragged as I trace the waistband of his jeans. The power rush is intoxicating. Here's this mountain of a man, completely at my mercy.

“Eden...” My name sounds like a prayer and a curse on his lips.

I fumble with the buttons of his shirt, my usually deft fingers clumsy with urgency. Jack's lips trail a scorching path down my neck, and another soft moan escapes me.

My mind races even as I lose myself in the sensations. This is reckless. Impulsive. Everything I've tried not to be since my parents' divorce.

“Wait,” I gasp between kisses, even as my body screams for more. “This probably isn't the best idea.”

“Want me to stop?” he murmurs against my lips.

I should push him away and walk out of this bar, out of this town, back to my safe, controlled life.

“No,” I breathe. “I don't want to stop at all.”

He grins wickedly and captures my mouth again. Something wobbles and crashes to the floor – a tin of what smells like gingerbread mix scatters across the concrete.

We freeze, then burst out laughing.

“Smooth,” I tease, but my words turn into a gasp as he nips at my collarbone.

“I'll clean it up later,” he mumbles against my skin. His hands slide higher, leaving trails of fire in their wake. “Right now, I have more important things to focus on.”

I suck in a sharp breath as his fingers hook into the waistband of my panties. With a sharp tug, he rips the lace, the sound filling the confined space.

Those were my favorites. But all I can think about is how much I want him inside me.

I reach between us, wrapping my hand around him, and he groans, his hips bucking forward.

“Been wanting this too,” I breathe, my thumb brushing over the tip. “Want to feel you against me.”

“Fuck,” he growls, his voice hoarse with need.

He unbuttons his jeans, his eyes never leaving mine. My breath hitches as he pushes them down, his cock springing free.

He's huge, thick and hard, and I can't help but lick my lips at the sight of him.

My breath hitches as his fingers find bare skin. “Wait,” I manage as he finds a particularly sensitive spot. “Protection?”

He pulls back just enough to meet my eyes, his pupils blown wide. “In my wallet.”

In answer, I kiss him again, pouring all my frustration and desire into it. His groan vibrates through me as I roll my hips.

“Fuck,” he breathes. “Hold that thought.”

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