Page 9 of My Surly Valentine

Our lips meet in an explosion of lust. Our bodies were already pressed together, but now they shift and move, searching for every single point of contact. My lips part as his huge hand cradles the back of my head.

“So fucking hot.” His gruff voice makes me ache deep inside.

This is the kind of man I’ve been dreaming of without even knowing it. Not some businessman who only wants me as a trophy wife to impress their associates. This man wants me forme.

My breath stutters from how deep and frantic our kiss has become. Finally he pulls away with a growl, burying his face in the crook of my neck, his teeth gently grazing my skin. There’s no mistaking the giant cock between us, hard as steel, as he drags it slowly against my hip bone. Axton is a large man all over, but…one part of him is most definitely huge.

He chuckles at the way I shudder uncontrollably from head to toe. “What’s the matter, Goldilocks… You’ve tried a few, and this one’s going to bejust right?”

I thought it was obvious. I guess I’ll have to say it out loud. “If you mean, um, sizewise… I have no idea. I mean, I’ve never…”

The light is bright enough now that I’m able to register the shift in his eyes. Surprise, then something darker. “The sweet, sexy girl who magically appeared in my bed is a virgin?”

“Yeah.”

His lips brush against my ear while he groans again and holds my ass firmly, grinding his massive cock against the front of my pajamas, the friction igniting my pussy. It’s so intimate that it makes my head spin.

“I think I know how this is going to go. You’re a good little girl, and you’re going to say you aren’t ready for this.” Another long, slow movement makes my nipples so tight they ache. “ButI know deep down you want this, don’t you, baby? You want the big bad man to feel that hot little pussy. Want him to make you feel good. Make all your troubles disappear. Make you come so hard you see stars.”

I’m squirming against him, my body taking over as my mind checks out. “Uh-huh,” is all I can manage.

His hand yanks up my top and his rough fingertips trail around my back. My hips begin to rock involuntarily against his length, imagining how it would feel if…

“I know, baby. You need a good fuck. But I can’t do that until I know you’re ready for me.” He kisses me hard, almost sucking at my lips. I’m in a trance, mesmerized by these waves of desire coursing through me. His fingers move to my side, slipping into my pajama pants, inside my panties. Slowly he moves over to my hip bone, massaging and tickling as I squirm wildly against him.

“Not until you’re in control of yourself enough to ask, though.” He kisses the tip of my nose, then pushes me away gently but firmly, leaving me breathless and trembling.

Maybe he’s right. Maybe I need to get a grip before making such a big decision.

I’ve always been the kind of person to take in all the information, then make a choice based on a mix of facts, logic, and my gut instinct.

But my gut instinct is telling me that Axton is the one to share this incredible experience with.

6

AXTON

Ireally shouldn’t be so happy we’re snowed in at my cabin. But it feels like this time together is a crash course in getting to know Hazel – more importantly, getting her comfortable with me.

My eyes lift from my book yet again to watch her staring at the laptop as her fingers fly over the keys. She’s a damn hard worker, I’ll give her that. The kind of person who doesn’t sit still for long. I can’t help thinking that’s a clear indication she might be well suited for life out here.

The wind whistling outside practically shakes the cabin as I watch a shiver go through Hazel’s shoulders. I get up silently, taking one of my heavy knit cardigans from the closet and wrapping it around her.

“Thank you.” She looks up at me, and I’m struck again by how breathtakingly beautiful she is. She pulls on the sweater, rolling up the cuffs. When she tries to fasten it, I’m embarrassed to remember there’s only one button in the center.

“Sorry, the other three buttons fell off.”

“Do you still have them?”

Scratching my head, I look around. “Dunno. If they fell off while I was in here, I would have tossed them in the kitchen junk drawer.”

Hazel grins, jumping to her feet. “Then let’s see if they fell off in here.”

As she rummages around the drawer, finding two of the buttons, it occurs to me that she clearly thinks I live in this 25 x 25 foot cabin year-round. Should I correct her? I’m not sure whether it works in my favor to have her believe that.

She pulls off the sweater. “Where are your needle and thread?”

“Ah… Is that sort of thing in a first aid kit?” I pull it down from the shelf, where it was hiding behind the flour tin.

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