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CC’s voice is a whisper. “Don’t you dare say that. It shouldn’t have happened at all and it wasn’t your fault.” She blinks up at me, her eyes glassy with compassion as she puts a hand on my cheek. “You can’t punish yourself. It won’t change anything. You’ve got to live. You can’t disappear with him. The people in your life need you.”

Summer leans in toward me and I fight the urge to kiss her. But I can’t trust myself with someone so fragile. Instead, she wraps me in a warm, healing, embrace. For the first time in a very long time, I let myself feel the loss of Jake. We stay there, entangled in each other’s arms for what feels like hours and I let go. Tears stream freely down my face. The knot that permanently tightened itself around my chest loosens for the first time in years. I don’t know how much passes, but I’m grateful for this woman.

Eventually my tears slow and there’s only one thing left to say. The truth. So I take a deep breath and get it over with. “I’m worried that I can’t keep the people I love safe.” My words hang in the air, heavy, but it doesn’t matter. They are finally out of me.

“I bet those people you love would see it differently.” She takes both of my hands in hers and looks at me with heavy, hooded eyes. “You hardly know me and I’ve never felt safer than I do right now.”

She slides a hand against my chest and runs it down my stomach. My body reacts instantly to her touch. The muscles in my stomach go taut, and the skin on my back tingles. It’s not just the fireplace that has me feeling heated.

She moves closer to my face, her full lips just inches from mine and all I can think about is finding out if they taste as sweet as they look. Our lips slide together against my better judgment. One kiss is all it takes for my dick to spring up against my zipper begging to be set free.

Kissing CC is a whole-body experience. I feel her touch prickle across my skin. CC sighs and I take advantage of the part in her lips, slipping my tongue inside and tangling it with hers. Her curves fit perfectly in my hands and I grasp at every exposed inch of skin. She comes alive in response, goosebumps rippling across her. I don’t know how much longer I can stay in control with her this close to me.

I inhale and pull away. “CC I’m shutting this down for both of us. I’m not the kind of man you want to fall for.” But I can’t bring myself to move away from her.

“Who says anything about falling? I’m not looking for forever, I’m leaving remember? I’m only looking for a way to pass a few days in a snowstorm. A distraction. Not everything has to be so serious, right? ” She leans away from me and in a single movement, my long sleeve white shirt lands on the floor in front of the fireplace.

My jaw falls open and my mouth waters. “Oh sweetheart, you are in so much trouble,” I growl.

Our mouths meet with an intensity that I didn’t expect, but I sure as hell know what to do with it. I ignite. All my pent-up desire explodes within me, propelling me toward her. My pants hit the floor before I can lean forward to catch her mouth with my own. In a single movement, I pull her onto my lap and she straddles me. Her weight straddling my lap combined with the feel of her tits in my face is almost enough to make me come undone.

Wrapping one hand around her breast, I pull the other into my mouth, suckling at her with a desperation that has her panting in response. My teeth nip at her lower lip and CC is all I can see. We’re so entwined, it’s hard to tell where I stop and she begins. My tongue is on hers, her lips against mine. I close my eyes and revel in the sensation, clinging to her like a drowning man to a life raft.

I pull her hair back, tilting her head and exposing her neck. I press kisses on her from nape to jawline. My groin tingles and lurches with her every movement. It’s going to be a long day and I am just getting started.

CHAPTER8

SUMMER

My hands are cuppedunder my breasts and I’m lifting them up, offering them to Jameson. I’m lost with him and taking control. He reaches forward and takes a taut nipple between thumb and forefinger and gently massages it. A tingling sensation rises up my spine from between my legs and it makes me shiver.

I revel in the way he springs up beneath me when I tease him, drawing it out and making him wait. But he doesn’t seem to mind the torture. We’re in a frenzy of touching. I run my hands across his biceps, clutch the back of his neck, and trace a line down his washboard stomach. Right now, I can’t keep my hands to myself, mostly because I don’t want to. Jameson is straight from the pages of a cowboy love story.

I’m straddling the crown of his cock with my back arched. His tip is exactly where I need it to be, pressing into that special spot. He can’t get enough and neither can I. When I look down, he’s staring up at me through eyes that are dark with desire.

His hand falls away to sink into the throw blanket behind me as he uses his other hand to press against my hip. I press one last, lingering kiss to Jameson’s mouth as a promise of what’s to come. Then I slide off the couch and settle my face between his spread thighs. The hot desire that has built up between us boils over, and I’m lost in my rancher.

He lets out a breathless plea. “Hold on sweetheart, it’s been a while, you’ve got to slow down.”

I bring my gaze to his. “Not a chance.”

Jameson’s breathing is shallow and every muscle in his body goes tense. He can’t take his eyes off me and I love commanding his attention. I wrap my fingers around his shaft and find his manhood already pulsating under my grip. He’s dripping by the time I curl my fingers around the base of his length.

I stroke him, teasing out a few long, slow pulls. Jameson runs his fingers through his hair and lets out a groan as his head falls backward. I don’t let up even for a moment. I work him over until his stomach is quivering and his hips push forward into my touch.

When he’s desperate for me, I lock my eyes on his. Then I lean forward and wrap my lips around his burning hot tip. I stay there, suckling at his bulging head and watching the way his body moves in response.

Then I curve my lips and take him all the way into my mouth. He lets out an audible gasp. Pressing the flat of my tongue against him, I feel him shudder in response. I taste Jameson, my tongue dancing up and down along his massive length. He twitches and grunts with my touch. My own desire builds between my thighs.

Jameson wraps his hands in a fistful of my hair and uses it to guide my mouth up and down across him. I like the way it makes my scalp prickle and sting, just a little. My hand and my mouth work in tandem. He pulls me closer and I hollow my cheeks against his shaft, picking up the pace.

When I do, his grip on my hair intensifies. He plunges inside again and again. I don’t stop until he hits the back of my throat and I choke around him. He swells, so large and eager that he presses against the tight confines of my throat. Jameson lets out a string of breathy moans. My name sounds good on his desperate lips.

I feel him clench, but instead of drinking him in, I’m being pulled up by my hair. My face meets his and Jameson catches me in another kiss. There’s a thrill in the fact that I know he can taste himself on my tongue and in the heavy, hot weight of his length pressing against my thigh. His palms roam my skin exploring every inch of me. I squirm on his lap feeling him pulsate against me, desperate to slip inside.

I tell Jameson that I’m ready for him, taking his fingers and guiding them up my slit. I’m drenched and I want him to know it. I ache for him, my walls quiver and I beg him to fill me. He doesn’t need to be told twice.

Jameson gets to his knees and flips me effortlessly onto all fours. I settle on my forearms and knees with my ass in the air. His calloused hand lands a playful swat against the bare skin of my ass. It forces a pained grunt through my lips from somewhere deep within me and I tell him that I like it.

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