Page 9 of Mountain Man's Holiday Home
When we finally broke apart, gasping for air, his forehead rested against mine. His eyes were dark, stormy with a need that mirrored my own.
“Lainey,” he breathed, a warning and a plea all in one.
His hands slid from my face, down my neck, and over my shoulders, coming to rest at the hem of my sweater. His thumbs brushed the strip of bare skin just above my jeans, and a violent shiver racked my entire body. The question in his touch was unmistakable.
My answer was a single, shaky nod.
A muscle twitched in his jaw. His gaze locked on mine, holding me captive as his fingers slowly, deliberately, began to move up my back. My breath hitched, every nerve ending alight with anticipation for what his touch would do next.
4
HENDRIX
This was far from an ideal place for a woman’s first time, but Lainey wanted it. And I’d already figured out that whatever Lainey wanted, I was going to give her.
It was too cold to get fully naked, even in this room that was warmer than the rest of the building. I couldn’t lay her out and kiss her from head to toe, but there’d be time for that.
No way was I walking out of this woman’s life and never seeing her again. I’d find a way for us to be together, even if I had to move heaven and earth to do it.
But as my hands drifted up her bare back beneath her sweater, I knew I needed more. I wanted to touch her everywhere, learn every inch of her
“Turn around,” I said, forcing myself to stop kissing her.
When she looked up at me, those swollen lips and huge, trusting eyes went straight to my heart. But she stepped back and turned, facing the wall.
“Are you going to frisk me?” she asked, looking back over her shoulder teasingly.
“That’s exactly what I’m going to do,” I said.
I stepped up behind her and flattened my palms on her stomach beneath her sweater. After a brief hesitation, I slid them up over the curve of her waist.
She sighed and moved back into me as I lowered my head and planted kisses along her neck. She leaned to the right slightly, her eyes heavy-lidded, her lips slightly parted. I knew what she wanted.
This time, when my lips met hers, the kiss was sweeter, slower, but no less heated. My focus was on exploring her as I cupped her breasts, feeling the hardened peaks of her nipples through the thin cotton of her bra. Finally, I slid down the fabric of each cup, tucking the cloth underneath so I could have full access.
That was when she let out a moan that had me thinking I wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer. Especially when she arched her back and her ass slid along my length, forcing my raging erection to press painfully against my zipper.
She broke the kiss when my hands began working the fastener of her jeans. My left hand remained over her breast, feeling her nipple against my palm. At the same time, I lowered her zipper and slid my hand inside, going beneath the band of her underwear. I slid downward until she voluntarily parted her legs, arching into me as though to encourage me to keep going.
A soft, broken sound escaped her lips, and I felt her entire body tighten beneath my hands. I kept my rhythm steady—my thumb circling her clit, my palm massaging her breast—until the tension broke. She cried out, a raw, beautiful noise that was swallowed by the rustling wind and the distant river, and her hips bucked as she came.
I held her through it, whispering into her hair. “That’s it, baby. I’ve got you. So beautiful.”
When her trembling subsided, I gently withdrew my hand. I fumbled for my wallet in my back pocket, my own fingersunsteady, and pulled out a condom packet. Her eyes were heavy-lidded and dazed, watching me over her shoulder as I shoved my jeans and boxers down just enough to free myself.
The air was cool on my heated skin, a sharp contrast to the fire in my veins. I sheathed myself quickly, the crinkle of the packet loud in our quiet bubble.
“Spread wider for me, sweetheart,” I said, my hands on her hips to guide her.
She did exactly that, and I wrapped one arm securely around her waist. The other hand guided the tip of my throbbing cock to her entrance. She was so wet, but so incredibly tight. I met her eyes as she looked back over her shoulder.
“Okay?” I asked.
She nodded, biting her lip. “Okay. Just…go slow.”
“I will. I promise.”
I pressed forward, a slow, inexorable inch. She gasped, a sharp intake of breath, and her hands came up to grip my arm wrapped around her.
