Page 11 of Snowed in with My Protector

I scrunch my face up and squeeze my eyes shut, not realizing I had given up completely on pretending to read and was, instead, staring at him like I’m starving.

Fuck, but you are hungry.

Starving, actually.

Hutch chuckles, but I don’t open my eyes. When I hear the soft thud of his book hitting the coffee table, I internally brace. Considering everything that has happened to me recently, not knowing what he’s going to do next should scare me, but it only excites me. I trust Hutch and I know I’m not in danger around him.

No, only your panties are in danger of melting off.

I almost snort out a laugh because my subconscious has become hussified over the last few days. Not that I can blameher; Hutch is a fine specimen of a man, and he deserves all the fawning and hussification.

What is holding you back? Get that man. Climb him and ride him until you can’t feel your legs.

My throat goes dry as I imagine straddling Hutch’s hips and sliding down his cock. The bulge in his jeans, which I’ve had to tear my eyes away from more than once, promises a damn good time. Still, I’m not that forward; I’ve never been that person.

But that’s not what has me holding back.

This is a high-pressure situation, one where everything is heightened, and nothing can be processed normally. While I might be attracted to Hutch no matter what situation we met in, I don’t know if the same is true for Hutch. Maybe the sparks always fly when he’s put in a situation to protect a woman.

That thought is sobering and depressing as hell, but I know it’s true all the same. I’m trying to be realistic here. As good as it would feel to let go and give into the force of the attraction trying to pull us together like magnets, I’m not sure if I can trust it.

Is this feeling real or is it just because we’re in this situation which is so outside of the norm? I’m not sure and feeling like the ground is soft under my feet makes me unsettled and jumpy. It’s not helpful that being around Hutch makes me horny as hell.

My heart starts to pound as he approaches me. I crane my neck back as he cages me in where I’m sitting. His hazel eyes are alight with hunger and something deeper. The way his eyes take me in has me wanting to close the distance between us.

Holding myself back takes all my willpower.

“What do you want for dinner, Fallon?” His words are a caress, and I barely stop myself from shivering in my seat and biting back a moan.

“I’m not hungry,” I spit out the words, feeling off balance and untethered.

The smile that curls Hutch’s lips make me want to throat punch him a little bit. “Yes,” he rumbles, “you are, but maybe not for food.”

My eyes widen as I freeze and Hutch smirks at me. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” my voice comes out much higher than it normally is which is not helping matters at all. Hutch makes a humming sound and it’s just too much. “Why are you so close to me? You’re always so close to me. Always touching me. Always making me too aware of my body and how much I want you. It’s annoying,” I snap.

As the words that just flew out of my mouth filter back through my mind, I slap my hand over my mouth and close my eyes. I’m completely mortified. Did I really just say that? What the hell is wrong with me?

Before I know what is going on, Hutch throws me over his shoulder and starts stalking through the cabin and toward the one room where I’ve never been. His room.

“I’m sorry,” I breathe out, “I’m just stressed out. I shouldn’t have taken it out on you.”

He doesn’t say anything, not even when he steps into his room and flips me over onto his bed and then follows me down. His body covers mine and while he uses his forearms on either side of my head to keep most of his weight off me, I can still feel ever plane of his hard body. I arch up into his body, the heat from him seeping into me and making me feel out of control.

“You want me,” Hutch murmurs as his glides the tip of his nose up my neck and along my jawline.

“Yes,” I moan, my hips moving against his, needing the friction.

It’s almost impossible to keep the threads of my sanity pulled together and not be lost in the abyss of finally being this close to him. This feels so real. I desperately want it to be real.

“Look at me,” Hutch rumbles.

My eyes snap open and gaze into his hazel eyes; they’re full of heat and hunger. I swear I can see the glimmer of a future in those depths.

I whisper, “Is this real?”

“Oh,” he grinds down against me, the hard ridge of his cock finding my clit perfectly, “this is very real. We both felt it the moment our eyes met.”

I’m nodding, thinking back to looking up and seeing Hutch for the first time. Even with the distance between us, I could feel something clicking into place. I could try and brush it off as the situation, but my soul knows differently.

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