Page 47 of Loud Unspoken Memories

My lips, warm now, travel down across her cold neck, but I can’t go any further without exposing her to potential frostbite. So I roll to the side, gather her in my arms, and pick her up.

She doesn’t say a single word. She just presses her head against my chest as I carry her into the cabin. I hold the door open only long enough for Bex to follow. He shakes snow off his coat and settles by the fire.

I set Marti down. She takes off my beanie, then pulls my scarf from around my neck. I remove her hat and toss it to the floor. Our arms tangle as we attempt to unzip each other’s coats at the same time. She giggles, then looks up, lower lip pulled into her mouth, gauging my reaction. I get the idea she’s afraid to do something that will pull me out of…this.

What she isn’t aware of, however, is that not even a goddamn freight train running at full speed down a hill could stop me from what comes next. And her laugh—her soft, feminine, enchanting laugh—is just fuel on the fire.

I don’t waste another second, ridding her of her clothes as quickly as I can, then doing the same with mine until we’re both standing totally naked. Naked and shivering, thanks to the fact that we no longer have power.

I pull back the covers and she climbs into bed. I hurry in behind her and pull her against me, basking in the feeling of her body against mine.

She cranes her neck to look at me, a tease glinting her eyes. “The last time you cuddled me like this, you had just saved my life.”

I flip her over and thrust my erection against her hip. “It’s different this time.”

Before she can ask how, I lean down and capture her lips once again.Three days. For three days she’s all I’ve thought about. The way she smells. Her dazzling, angelic eyes. How she flips her hair when she’s annoyed. How she bites her lip whenshe’s shy. How she takes care of Bex. Hell, how she takes care ofme. Even after the way I’ve treated her.

Marti is the whole goddamn package.

I wonder if she knows it. How caring and nurturing and forgiving she is. How she brings light to the darkness. Humor to the sadness.

I deepen the kiss, exploring her tongue, her lips, her every stilted breath. When I’ve drawn all I can from her mouth, I journey to her chest, kissing and licking my way down, tasting every delicious nuance of her skin along the way. Reaching her nipples, they harden into small tight points when I suck one into my mouth and toy with the other using my thumb and fingers. She likes it when I do this. I already know her left nipple is more sensitive than her right, so I concentrate most of my efforts on that one.

She arches into me, a moan escaping her that only encourages me to try for more. To drive her higher and farther. To make her come so damn hard that no other orgasm after this,after me, will ever suffice.

I push aside the thought. Because the ramifications of it are too much.

When I dip a finger inside her, she murmurs my name, and holy fuck it’s sexy.

She tries to grab my cock, but I push her hand away as my mouth travels even lower. I’ll come instantly if she touches me. I’m not ready to come. Not until I make her see God.

Instead of grabbing me, she fists the bed sheet, tearing it from the sides of the bed when I drag my tongue over her swollen clit. She tries to buck her hips, but I hold her down, not letting her move against me. With my hands, I hold her thighs apart, trapping them to the bed. She can’t move her lower body, and I know that’s going to heighten everything she’s feeling.

She releases the sheets and claws at my shoulders. She may even draw blood. But I couldn’t care less. She’s completely and utterly falling to pieces underneath me. And I’m drunk on the power.

“Dallas! Oh, God!”

Her screams bounce off the walls. My fingers get squeezed inside her as she pulsates over and over. My fucking balls tighten and threaten to release my load, my body ready to convulse with sexual energy.

Holy fucking shit.

Before she’s even done climaxing, I climb on top of her. Her eyes fly open. I look down into them, swimming in those hazel pools.

Then, as I push myself inside her, I close my eyes, hoping I don’t drown.

Chapter Twenty-one

Martina

His face contorts with both pain and pleasure when he comes.

But he comes so quickly, it makes me wonder what he could have possibly gotten out of it. Me, though… I blow a long slow breath out of pursed lips. I’ve never had such amazing sexual experiences in my life.

He rests his forehead on my shoulder, panting heavily.

I try not to think of what he said last night. Because for all I know, hewasmaking love to her, not me.

Does that make me a doormat? Or just someone who is horny enough not to care.

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