Page 44 of Winter Break Up

“Mercer.” I all but moan.

He starts to strip me, methodically unzipping my coat and removing my winter gear before pulling my sweater over my head.

“You think I’d want anyone else when I have you? Fucking look at you. You’re the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”

He can’t mean those words, but they set my blood on fire, nonetheless. Even after coming in from the below-freezing temps outside, my skin is scorching, my core about to go nuclear, and he hasn’t even touched me yet.

I claw at his clothes, disjointedly removing them while his hands dive into my bra. A garbled sound comes from my mouth as he buds my nipples with his cold fingers.

“You’re way too good at that.” I pant, the sensation he’s creating sending lightning bolts straight to my core.

“I dream about your boobs.” Roughly, he pulls the cups down to expose them.

Silky blond waves meet my chin as Mercer bows his head to draw one of my nipples into his mouth, and I fist my hands in the locks. His scent of sandalwood and musk and the outside chill of the air mix for a heady combination until my knees buckle.

Not bothering to release my breast, he hauls me up until my jean-clad legs straddle his waist.

“Oh God …” My head drops back to the door as he works me over with his hot mouth.

“I need to get you naked now before I embarrass myself.” Mercer carries me to the back of the ranch, to the bedroom I’ve been in countless times.

Knowing that I affect him like this, even though he’s a sex god, gives me a boost of confidence that borders on cockiness. It’s why I slide down his body the moment his bedroom door closes and position myself on my knees.

“I haven’t gotten to taste you again. Remember the first blow job I gave you?” I slowly unzip his jeans and pull them down his muscled thighs.

Mercer’s eyes spark, the low light of the lamp on his bedside table washing us in shadows.

“I nearly fainted your mouth felt so fucking good.” He palms my jaw, the lust channeling between us reaching a fever pitch.

“Try to stay upright this time.” I wink.

Fucking wink. Who do I think I am? The gorgeous girl he can’t resist, apparently. And I don’t miss the shiver that rolls through him at my words.

As soon as I pull his black boxer briefs down, admiring the smattering of hair and the trails of muscles on his legs and abs, his cock pops free to greet me.

I chuckle as it bounces off my cheek, and Mercer hisses above me, gathering my hair up in his fists. Testing, I give the head of his dick a little kiss, coming away with a drop of precum on my lower lip.

“Nearly every time I jack off, my mind ends up here. With you on your knees, your mouth around my cock, those beautiful hazel eyes looking up at me.” His voice is hoarse as he rasps the words out.

Instead of a response, I swallow him whole. Well, as much as I can take of him, anyway. Mercer is huge and only seems to have gotten bigger in the time we’ve been apart, though I’m not sure how that’s possible. My hand pumps as I suck him into my mouth, the wet pop of my mouth off his tip echoing in the room.

“Fucking perfect.” Mercer encourages, canting his hips in time with my rhythm.

Sex between us has always felt like more, even when we were idiot teenagers with no clue what to do. We’ve been kidding ourselves the past weeks, trying to pretend that this fling is just that. We both know the feelings between us are so intertwined they’ll never be untangled.

Come on, we were home for all of a couple days before we couldn’t help ourselves and kissed behind Baker’s. Part of me knew, even back then, that Mercer’s claws would never fully come out once they were in me. He’s anchored himself to my soul, and it was only a matter of time before we couldn’t fight the pull anymore, being so close in proximity.

“Come here,” he growls, nearly throwing me across the room until I land with a thud on his mattress.

Mercer stalks toward me, completely naked now, his cock throbbing as it juts into the air like a proud sword.

“Watching you suck me like that has me on the verge of coming in your mouth, and I don’t want that right now.” He breathes into my skin as he prowls up the bed.

Deft fingers unzip my jeans and pull them slowly down my legs as Mercer stares at my breasts, hips, waist, face. It’s like he’s trying to memorize every inch of me.

“Plus, I want to taste you more than any flavor I’ve ever eaten.” That devious smile has my insides flipping with anticipation.

That muscled, lean, athletic form traps me beneath him before diving between my legs, his tongue darting out to lick me. A moan bursts from me as Mercer works me, my back arching until the muscles strain.

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