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Sighing, I grabbed the ax and went to it, laying one blow at an angle and peering at the odd curl of wood. Did that look right? Nevertheless, I threw my back into it, chopping—or chipping—down until something started to sway. Sweat beaded on the back of my neck and cold inched up the legs of my pants, but I kept at it, chopping away—until…

A large crack ripped through the air; the tree swayed and then fell in slow motion away from me, hitting the powdery snow with a big puff and flinging more into the air.

“Timber!” I shouted—a bit belatedly.

I straightened my back and felt a sharp crack—God, was I getting old, or was it the cold? The thick needles were tinged a blue-green; it was a damn fine-looking tree, I had to admit.

Willow laughed, got off the sleigh, headed to the fallen tree… and sank knee-deep in snow. “Oh my gosh! I didn’t know snow got this deep!” she laughed.

Dropping the ax, I went to help her up, grabbed her by the arms and hauled her up—only to slip and fall on my ass with her on top of me. It wasn’t a bad thing—not with Willow giggling like a schoolgirl and her hair falling around us, cutting us off from all that was around us and creating our bubble of privacy. A sliver of serenity.

My hands rested on her hips and slid up to under her parka and undershirt.

“Jesus,” she shrieked. “Your hands are ice cold.”

“Your fault,” I smirked. “Let me warm them up.” I gazed up at her. “You’re so gorgeous.”

She leaned forward and kissed me, her lips roaming over mine before I opened for her and let her in. I let the kiss deepen, and knowing there was nothing—or no one—to stop us was one hell of an aphrodisiac.

Willow must have sensed it, too, as the little moan of pleasure that left her lips when I slipped my tongue past them was positively orgasmic. Every ounce of hesitation left me, and I pulled her closer until she was on my lap.

Her hands dug into my wet hair, the feel of her fingers moving up the back of my neck gave me a full-body shiver, and my jeans felt too tight in all of the wrong places. When Willow ground down on me, I groaned for another reason.

“You’re playing with fire again, Willow,” I warned her, “Do you want me to rip your clothes off, fling your legs over my shoulder and fuck you right here? Keep grinding down on my hard cock, and it’ll happen.”

ChapterTen

Willow

With my body aligned perfectly over his length, my face was inches from his—but all I felt, all I could feel, was his hard body beneath mine. Tyler’s eyes were a dreamy aquamarine and matched the surrounding pine trees. He had the longest eyelashes I had ever seen on a man.

My breath stuttered in my chest as his eyes darkened. His hands settled on my hips, strong and confident, his palms hot on my skin. He rolled his hips a little and I felt his cock continue to grow beneath me. Before I thought it over, I kissed him again, but he took control right away.

One of his hands slipped around my nape. He pressed his palm against the back of my head, bringing me deeper into the kiss. His tongue forced my lips apart and I slanted my mouth harder against his. My skin was burning, and the woody, dark forest and musk scent turned me on.

His scent made every nerve ending in my body spark to life. As he jabbed his tongue into my mouth in hard thrusts, just like I imagined he would if he was fucking me, a shock of pleasure burst through me. My tongue tangled with his and a sharp pang of need pooled deep inside my pussy.

His kiss became more forceful, and I whimpered as arousal flooded me. His cock jerked and swelled beneath me. The friction of it pushing against my pussy was doing incredible things to my insides. He kissed me harder and desire rocked right through me; trembles rocked up my inner thighs and my legs tightened.

I didn’t know I was rocking on him, but his hands gripped my hips, stopping me. His mouth met my ears. “I want to eat your pussy.”

I knew I was shockingly wet and against all rules of propriety—I wanted his mouth on me. “Wha—where?”

Tyler got to his feet, taking me with him and resting me on the snowmobile, right up against the handlebars. “Right here. I don’t know if you have an exhibition kink, but we’ll start it going,now. And we’re out in the middle of nowhere, Willow. We’ve left anyone and everyone miles behind us.”

There was no stopping Tyler as he got my boots off, and I lifted to let him pop the front button of my jeans. He tugged them down my thighs to my shins, flung my legs over his shoulder, and dipped his head. His head and shoulders were so hot between my legs and when he looked up at me with those devilish eyes, I knew he was going to wreck me.

Beard scruff tickled my sensitive flesh as his mouth closed around my wet pussy. His hot lips sealed over the folds, using the tip of his tongue to tease my clit. He sucked at my clit this time making me cry out at the exquisite pressure and I pressed my heels into his hard back muscles. His hot mouth fused over me and he sucked.

Tyler kept lapping, licking and sucking on me while I shivered and shuddered and succumbed to sensations I had never felt before. I was a feast to him, that was what I was; there could be no other reason why he was devouring me so intensely.

He pulled off to blow on my clit and the cold air jarred something inside me, just before he sealed his lips over me again. He was stoking a fire inside me, igniting something that would be uncontrollable when the fuse took hold.

I writhed beneath his masterful touch, twisting, bucking against his mouth as he worked my swollen nub, burning with need, as I spiraled up the ladder of bliss—then, without warning, I came, crying, swept away in sweet pleasure, the feeling blistering and forceful. My breath was trapped in my lungs and I hung in limbo for a long, agonizing moment before reality came back.

I dimly felt Tyler fix my clothes in place and when I finally opened my eyes, his gaze was still dark but not with lust this time.

“You’re a vision when you come,” he said. “So fucking beautiful.”

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