Page 29 of Ms. Fortune
I turned my head to give him a sharp look, but the effect was lost when I gasped with pleasure as his fingers started to move in and out of my body.
“If I make a mess, I’ll clean it up.” His other hand curled around my jaw and turned my head to the side so he could kiss me. With his lips on mine, he whispered, “You won’t get the chance to do something like this with that view once this place gets busy. Take advantage of the opportunity while you’ve got it.”
He used his knee to press my legs farther apart and moved his fingers deeper within me. I felt his thumb circle my clit as his fingers held my face tighter. His kiss turned from taunting and alluring to something more demanding and urgent. Almostagainst my will, my palms slapped against the glass in front of me. I told myself there was nothing some glass cleaner and elbow grease couldn’t take care of.
He was right.
This view, the mountains, the idyllic setting, the intoxicating atmosphere, and possibly this man were all mine. I shared them with others because I loved this place so much, butit was mine.I could do whatever I wanted, anywhere I wanted, with whomever I wanted. And even if I wanted to object, my body overruled my brain and was all in with whatever Risky had planned for it.
His fingers were soaked between my legs. My nipples felt hard enough to cut the glass in front of me. My hips shifted anxiously against the hefty bulge pressing into my backside, and my mouth couldn’t stop becoming pliant and passive under the press of his. I was being consumed by him and getting lost in passion and hunger I’d never felt before. If this was what I’d been missing every time I was with someone else, it was no wonder my previous partners had thought they’d climbed into bed with an iceberg. The only thing icy between me and Risky was the chilly glass I was leaning against.
I was enlightened.
And I was very turned on.
Any protest died before it made it to my lips. Not that I could speak through the way Risky was practically devouring me anyway.
At some point, I lost my soft lounge pants and boring cotton underwear. My top and bra lasted longer, but the moment my breasts were free, Risky spun me around so my back was to the glass expanse. I curled my arms around his neck and moaned softly at the gentle scrape of his facial hair across my sensitive skin. He used his mouth to torment my nipples while his careful touch continued to turn me inside out. My entire being tingled. I felt electrified from the roots of my hair to the tip of mytoes. I’d never been swamped with so many sensations before and was starting to understand why so many women made such choices in men. If they were all capable of making me feel like this, I might’ve loved something more than the mountains in my twenty-some years.
When his flannel and jeans joined my discarded clothing, I briefly wondered if I was getting in over my head. Just because this was the only man who’d ever made me forget myself and maneuvered me into a position to trust him didn’t mean I had any idea what to do with him once our relationship changed. I was historically bad at relationships, and right now, I needed Risky in more ways than I could count. If I alienated him or inadvertently started to freeze him out, what would happen to me and the resort if he decided to move on? Especially with my life and future hanging in the balance. The very thought made my stomach clench.
For a brief moment—when the heated caresses paused and his hands were busy situating a condom he’d pulled out of nowhere like a magician—I told myself to stop this before it went any further. A nagging voice told me the right thing to do was to protect him from me, which was ridiculous. More than once, the man had alluded to just how dangerous he was. I should be afraid of him, but all I felt was want and need.
The desire to be closer to him far outweighed the niggling urge to run away.
He pressed in tightly, his hands gliding around the back of my thighs. I gasped at the brush of his wet fingers. It was wild to have the evidence of my arousal be so blatant and raw. Risky picked me up with little effort and nudged me to wrap my legs around his lean waist. I loved the way his powerful body moved against mine. It was a heady juxtaposition, having the blazing heat from him attached to my front and the cool and smooth glass at my back. Even though I knew we were alone and thesnow was the only witness to this lustful indulgence, it felt voyeuristic, being fucked up against a see-through surface.
As soon as Risky was positioned between my legs, his hardness rubbed against my softness. I was already wet and waiting. He was rigid and unyielding. I wanted to grind my hips against him, but the way I was clinging to him gave Risky all the control. He teased me by rocking his hips forward and dragging the tip of his erection through my aching center. I made a strangled sound in my throat and grabbed a fistful of hair to silently urge him to move faster.
If I hadn’t been floating on a haze of desire, I would’ve voiced my wants, but I couldn’t string words together. The best I could do was shake and moan with his name slipping out occasionally.
When he finally relented and pushed his throbbing length into my welcoming heat, my eyes widened, and I forgot to breathe. Anytime I’d been in this position before, I’d felt icky and invaded. I didn’t love the sensation of my body adapting to someone else. It wasn’t always awful, but rarely did I find genuine glee in the act.
With Risky, it was different. I didn’t feel attacked as much as I felt owned. The way my body greedily took him in and wrapped around him, eagerly melting and quaking with his every movement, gave the sensation that he was welcome. I didn’t want to close my eyes and pray for it to be over; I wanted to cling to him and make the feeling last forever.
The back of my head banged against the glass. Risky chuckled and moved a hand so his wide palm protected my skull from future impact.
“Easy, Ms. Fortune.” He gave me a hard kiss after the soft warning.
I wanted to tell him none of what we were currently doing had ever been easy for me, but I never got the chance.
He started to move with purpose and intent. Our lower bodies rocked together while our chests were pressed so tightly against one another that I swore he could feel my heartbeat. I wondered if he knew no one else had ever made it pound so hard and fast. And if he knew, would that matter to him?
His mouth was mostly glued to mine. Our breath mingled, and our tongues and teeth clashed. I’d heard of being kissed soul-deep before, but this was my first time experiencing something that started superficial, then moved to places so deep that they’d never see the light of day. Every time we kissed, it seemed like there was a seismic shift. This man was tilting the ground under my feet. I had a sinking feeling I would never find my footing with him around.
Risky’s thrusts moved deeper as I moaned his name, along with a litany of swear words. I was an independent, liberated woman. I was someone who had planned to be single for an eternity, so I knew how to seek solo satisfaction when the need was too much to bear. I had a favorite toy or two stashed away, meaning I wasn’t completely unfamiliar with the swirling pleasure that heralded an orgasm. That feeling paled compared to the fire raging within me right now.
My bones were ablaze. Heat licked at every nerve. My skin was so sensitive that every touch made me shiver. A tiny inferno started at the base of my spine and steadily burned its way throughout my body. I was consumed by fire and flames. I was so hot that I worried the cold glass behind me might crack from the difference in temperatures.
Risky dropped his head into the crook of my shoulder. I felt his teeth lock on to the curve of my collarbone. Once again, I got the sensation he was marking his territory. It should probably bother me more, considering we were still basically a few steps above acquaintances, but this was the only time in my life I didn’t mind someone staking their claim. In fact, I had to fightthe instinct to bite him back. A minute part of my brain that was still functioning reminded me I was his boss, which meant no biting allowed.
The hand he had holding me up dug into my ass, and his jaw clenched. The gold in his gaze glimmered as he watched me come undone. The orgasm hit like a ton of bricks. Every muscle contracted, and my vision went fuzzy around the edges. I moaned and tugged at his hair when he moved even faster, clearly chasing his own completion. He whispered my name into my ear, his breath coming in uneven pants. His chest was damp with sweat, causing our skin to glide together. My nipples tingled at the feeling of being dragged across the taut surface.
When he came, his big body tensed up, and a wicked light flashed through his eyes. He rested his forehead against mine while our lips hovered a few centimeters apart. He chuckled before pressing a quick, hard kiss against my mouth.
His gravelly voice rasped into my ear, “I’ve always wanted to get snowed in like this. Thanks for making one of my dreams come true, Lucky.”
I blinked at him foolishly. I was still in a daze. “Thank God you waited until I was healed. I would’ve never survived if you’d let me seduce you when I tried.”
