Page 15 of Falling for the Lumberjack

And still, I could feel the heat of her.

The wet.

She was soaked.

For me.

The knowledge was intoxicating. Heady. A rush of power and pleasure that made my head spin.

I broke the kiss to look down, to watch her as I palmed her breast through my shirt and rolled my thumb over her nipple until she arched into my touch. The thin cotton did nothing to hide the hard peak, the fullness of her breast filling my hand perfectly. Like she was made for me.

“Off,” I growled, yanking the hem up, needing to see all of her. Needing to feel her skin against mine. “Take it off, Sally.”

She obeyed, lifting her arms, and I stripped it away in one smooth motion, tossing it aside to join mine on the floor. She lay before me, bare but for those panties that were about to be history. Her body was a revelation—soft curves and valleys I wanted to explore with my hands, my mouth. Golden skin I wanted to taste, to mark.

Her tits were perfect—full, round, her nipples dark and tight, begging for my mouth. For attention I’d been dying to give.

So I gave them what they wanted.

I ducked down, sucking one deep into my mouth while my hand played with the other, my calloused fingers a rough contrast to the softness of her skin. She cried out, back arching off the bed, legs shifting restlessly beneath me. The sound was sweeter than anything I’d ever heard.

“Landry,” she gasped, her hands in my hair, tugging, urging me on. Her fingers tightened, the slight pain only adding to my pleasure, spurring me to suck harder, to graze my teeth against the sensitive peak.

I licked and sucked, bit and soothed, taking my time with her. Savoring her responses. Learning what made her moan, what made her grip my hair tighter, what made her hips lift in silent plea. I switched to the other side and gave it the same treatment, determined to leave no part of her untouched, untasted.

She was panting by the time I kissed my way down her ribs, across her stomach. She made a soft sound—almost a whimper—and I froze. “What?”

“I’m. It’s nothing.” She shook her head, but her eyes gave her away.

“It’s not nothing.” I rose, trailing my mouth back up her body until we were face to face, my arms braced on either side of her head. “Tell me, baby. Am I making you uncomfortable?”

I’d cut off my left ball before I did something that made her feel anything other than worshipped.

She didn’t answer right away, just looked at me, biting her lip. But I saw it. The flicker of doubt. The hesitation.

She was self-conscious.

Ofthisbody. The one driving me completely out of my fucking mind.

I leaned in, pressing my forehead to hers. “Whatever you’re thinking right now? Stop. You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my entire fucking life. Do you understand me?”

She didn’t nod. Didn’t speak. Just stared at me with those big brown eyes, like she wanted to believe me but couldn’t quite get there.

So I showed her.

I took her hand. She tried to protest, but I didn’t let her. I guided her until her palm was flush against the thick, aching length of me, straining against my zipper.

“This—” I pressed into her hand, forcing her to feel exactly how hard she made me. “This is because ofyou. Your big, beautiful breasts. That perfect ass, just begging me to spank it. And these thighs?” My voice dropped to a dangerous whisper. “I want them wrapped around my fucking head.”

I tried to curl her fingers around me, but I was so hard, so swollen, her hand couldn’t manage it.

I grinned, wicked and slow. “See what you’ve done, baby?”

I kissed her, hard and deep before kissing my way back down her body. I traced the path with my tongue, tasting salt and sweetness, adding a few not so gentle nips to punish her for her doubts, making her moan and tug me closer.

When I hooked my fingers in the waistband of her panties, she lifted her hips without being told. Eager. Willing. So damn perfect. “Good girl,” I whispered.

I peeled them down slowly, dragging the fabric over her hips, her thighs, until she was bare and open for me. The piece of blue lace joined the rest of our clothes on the floor.

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