Page 60 of Cabin Fever Baby

I was on fire.

The heat from the flames behind us and his sweat-slick body on mine left me shattered and breathless.

Before I could think again, he rolled me onto my front and caged me with his body.

He used his knees to shove my legs together then he gripped my hair, and I arched my back as I braced myself on the floor with my forearms.

“Inside me. Inside me,” I chanted.

He drove inside me and the position made him feel so big. He cried out my name as he slammed into me again and again.

The angle was so much more than any other time we’d been together. There was no easy fun and laughter.

This was a battering of wills and bodies. I took it all, accepted the rage that had spiked.

Finding exactly what I’d always wanted in a man who couldn’t be mine.

I pushed back on him, then I rose to my knees, and he took me again and again, his fingers bruising my hips as he drove into me.

I lowered my shoulders to the quilt and cried out as the orgasm took me under again. The heat of the room and the gasps of our breathing left black dots in my periphery.

Suddenly, he was gone from me, and I felt the splash of his cum on my back. His breath was ragged.

“I’m sorry, Angel. I didn’t even think. I didn’t think.” He rested his forehead on my back. “I didn’t use anything.”

I collapsed on my knees, hugging myself as the reality of what we did crashed in on me. He’d pulled out, but that didn’t mean anything.

Not with how we’d gone at one another.

I pressed my forehead into the quilt and a tiny part of me was glad.

He got up and I heard him go to the bathroom and the water ran. Then he was back, carefully cleaning me up.

I rose onto my knees and turned to him. My hand cupping his face was my way of telling him it was okay.

But the words died on my tongue as someone pounded on the door.

SEVENTEEN

3 Days til Christmas

Her eyes were wide,and her body flushed from the fireplace heat and the absolute madness that had taken us over.

“Shit.” She grabbed for her clothes and ended up dragging my thermal over her head before struggling with her corduroys.

“Who the hell is at the door?”

Her face went white. “Hudson, I?—”

The slamming palm on the door got louder. “O! You all right in there?”

“Oh, God.” Her blue eyes were…afraid? “Just a minute!” she yelled.

“It’s brutal out here,” the male voice shouted back.

There was a thud of something and then the door was opening just as I dragged my jeans over my ass.

I didn’t even get to the zipper when a tall man busted through the door. He had a balaclava on which covered most of his face save for tiger-colored eyes that instantly narrowed with anger.

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