Page 31 of An Avalanche Hero Christmas

She let Lance pull the coat off her shoulders and let it fall to the ground next to them. The sweater and MediPack followed immediately, and he fumbled awkwardly with her bra until, with a somewhat self-conscious chuckle, she helped him take it off, unfurling her wings at the same time.

His lips parted slightly at the sight of her bared breasts and hardening nipples, and Mallory suddenly felt a wave of shyness. She drew a breath and held it, waiting.

“You are so beautiful,” he murmured, his gaze drifting from her breasts to her wings and back. “So amazing.”

When he reached up to caress her, a soft sigh escaped her lips. She could feel his impressive erection poking her through his trousers. A wild hunger spread through her, and as he touched her, she let her hands explore his torso, her fingers trailing from his wide shoulders all the way down to his narrow waist.

Oh.

He moved suddenly, flipping them over so that she was lying on her back. The ground was cold and hard beneath her, but her initial discomfort was quickly replaced with pleasure as he closed his mouth over one nipple and then another, suckling hard.

In response, she moaned and wound her legs around him, pulling him against her so that his erection was nestled against her, throbbing with his own desire. Lance groaned and suckled even harder.

“Oh!” she gasped and clamped a hand over her mouth as it occurred to her that any sounds she made might draw the hunter to them if he was nearby.

Lance continued to take her breasts deeper into his mouth. One hand traveled down her body and began tugging her trousers down her legs, and she paused for a moment to help him until she was completely naked under him. He wasted no time slipping his hand along her belly, and between her thighs, and the soft groan of pleasure he let out informed her that he had found her already wet and ready.

Oh, boy, was she ready for him.

He slid his fingers into her wetness, and she stifled a gasp as they filled her. Lance went to work, thrusting into her while histhumb remained on her engorged clit. Pleasure coursed through her body in waves, and she bit down on her lip to hold back the cry that threatened to erupt from her.

Oh, Lance, don’t you ever stop doing that.

It wasn’t long before she felt the first tremors of her orgasm. Mallory’s eyes widened, and she clutched Lance’s head as she reached her climax, her entire body shuddering with the force of her ecstasy. He continued to suckle her, his fingers still working away at her clit.

“More,” she panted. “I want more.”

Lance lifted his head and flashed her an erotic gaze. “More?”

She nodded, her breasts rising with each deep breath she took. “I want more of you.Now.”

His lips split in a grin. She heard the rustle of clothes being discarded. And then she felt his throbbing column rubbing her labia. He ground against her slowly, filling her with torturous pleasure, and she surged her hips toward him, trying to get him inside her.

“Give it to me,” she breathed, feeling a mixture of desire and frustration.

“Of course,” Lance said.

And he did. With a grunt, he plunged himself into her wetness, his entire body growing tense as he slid deeper into her. For a few seconds, he was perfectly still atop her, although she could feel him pulsating inside her, as eager for release as she was for the pleasure she craved from him.

“You feel amazing,” Lance told her, and he began to pump into her.

But Mallory was beyond speech as he started to move, his body hovering above hers, his hips gyrating by the second, sending tendrils of ecstasy through her body. Mallory nearly convulsed again on the spot. She held on to him, one arm locked around his neck, the other resting on his wide back. A series ofragged moans escaped her lips, only to be muffled by a kiss from Lance.

He continued to deliver long, powerful strokes, accompanied by gentle murmurs against her lips, and she felt her second orgasm drawing near. For a second, time seemed to freeze, and all she was aware of was this beautiful, wonderful man on top of her. Then her orgasm rocked her body with the force of a battering ram, and she cried her pleasure into his mouth as she convulsed.

At the same time, Lance’s body gave a tremor, and then, he, too, came, spilling himself into her. He collapsed atop her, covering her like a blanket, and they lay, panting, in the aftermath of their lovemaking.

Mallory let out a contented sigh. For the first time since she landed on Frost Mountain, it seemed things were starting to make sense.

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The warmth of Lance’s body replaced any need for a sweater or coat, and Mallory slept soundly through the night. Ironically, it was the gust of cold wind sweeping into the cave that roused her to consciousness. She awoke with her body curled against Lance’s, his arm draped protectively over her. He was still asleep.

A smile tugged at her lips as she remembered the past night. It had happened so suddenly; once she started kissing him, she’d been unable to stop. Not that she regretted it. The memory of Lance thrusting deeply into her crept into her mind, and she reluctantly discarded it.

He stirred in his sleep, his grip on her relaxing a little. Extricating herself from his grasp, Mallory sat up, reached for her clothes, and pulled them on, ignoring the urge to stay snuggled against him. If they were still cuddling by the time he woke up, they’d most likely end up repeating last night’sperformance. As much as she would love that, they had to get going this morning. The longer they remained in one place, the more likely they were to be discovered by Boris.

The last thing Mallory needed was to see Lance get hurt again because of her.

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