Page 17 of Don't Make Me Fall
“Alanna, where are you?”
“I’ll be right back,” she insists, sticks still clapping together.
Frost coats the ground and glistens in the trees in the dusky dawn glow. It’s beautiful. But it’s also the time of morning when wildlife tends to roam about.
I scan the area for any potential threats, listening intently. When I hear the crack of a stick, I stiffen.
“Alanna—”
“I’m right here.” She emerges into the clearing, slowly walking my way. She tosses two sticks to the ground. “I just had to brush my?—”
“Get back!” I shout, lunging toward her. I shove her behind me as a mountain lion lets out a hiss.
Alanna screams.
“Don’t scream,” I warn. “It’ll make it worse.”
I make myself as big as I can, yelling in a deep, commanding tone as I march purposefully toward the snarling, growling large cat. Now it’s focused on me instead of Alanna. Good.
“Hudson!” she cries out.
“Get inside the tent,” I order, keeping my eyes on the mountain lion. “But don’t turn your back on it.” I didn’t plan on wrestling a fucking angry cat with razor sharp claws this morning, but I’d be damned if I let it touch a hair on Alanna’s body.
After a few rounds of back and forth posturing, the cat relents and retreats into the woods.
Alanna rushes me, throwing her arms around my neck and hugging herself tight against me. Her tits press against my chest, and my dick wakes up in an instant. Adrenaline pumps through my veins at the encounter, and I’m half tempted to charge into the woods to ensure our predator has really run off for good.
But the other part of me is very aware I’m holding a very warm, very soft, flesh and blood woman in my arms.
“Are you all right?” I ask, burying my face in her loose hair, breathing in her intoxicating floral scent as I squeeze her tighter against me.
“I am now.”
She buries her face in my neck, and I notice the tip of her nose is chilled.
“You’re cold.”
“I’m sure you could think of a few ways to warm me up.”
Something akin to a low growl leaves my throat. If I hadn’t just chased off a fucking mountain lion that threatenedmywoman, I might have a single shred of sense left in my brain. But logic and reason are not currently in the driver’s seat. Something primal and possessive has taken over.
Which is why I scoop Alanna into my arms and carry her the short distance back to the tent.
I lay her down on top of the sleeping bags and crawl on top of her curvy body. I press my weight into her gently, to give her warmth. Her hands snake up my neck and drag my mouth down to hers. I devour her. She tastes of mint and seduction.
Her legs spread, wrapping around my hips, and she grinds against my hardening length.
“Fuck,” I growl.
“We could do that,” she says, a devious twinkle in her amber eyes.
“Maybe.”
“Maybe?” Her reaction is the shock I anticipated, and fuck if it doesn’t make me chuckle.
“Don’t rush me, sweetheart.”
I gently grip her throat and push her back down to the pillow, kissing her deeply, thoroughly, completely. My hand slides from her neck to her chest, roaming her perfect body, first over the top of her clothes, then beneath them. I push her sports bra up andglide my palm over her tit, capturing her taut nipple in my grasp. I groan, nearly nutting in my pants.
