Page 21 of Undoing His Innocent Enemy (Hot Winter Escapes)

His head lifted. ‘How? Where?’

Again, she was momentarily nonplussed. How could he seem so competent, so hot and yet also not know how to touch her?

But then the desperation gripped her, and, grasping his hand, she shoved it back into her panties. He didn’t need any more instruction, his blunt fingers finding the hot nub throbbing between her thighs.

She shuddered, and tensed as he circled, teased, then glided one callused forefinger right over the heart of her.

She bucked as he worked the spot ruthlessly—rubbing, touching, claiming, branding. She gripped his shoulders, riding his hand now, the orgasm so close...

She felt wild, wanton, and she didn’t care, because it felt so,sogood. He thrust one long finger inside her, then two, stretching her tight flesh unbearably, while still working her clitoris ruthlessly with his thumb.

‘Oh... Yes.’ She directed him, even though he seemed to know instinctively just how to touch her to drive her insane. ‘Right...there...’

The powerful rush of pleasure burst over her at last, sending her senses reeling as she tumbled into a hot vat of pure bliss. He continued to stroke her through the vicious climax until she was limp and shaking.

She grasped his wrist, too sensitive to stand more.

‘Please... I can’t... It’s too much.’

His fingers stilled, and he drew his hand from her panties.

She heard his rough chuckle and opened her eyes to see him sucking his fingers.

‘Delicious,’ he murmured.

She blushed, stunned by the renewed pulse of desire. The fierce approval in his gaze made her feel like a goddess.

‘You are more beautiful when you come,’ he said.

The words—thick with passion—seemed somehow incongruously poetic coming from this unsentimental and uncommunicative man.

Her body felt limp, sated, and strangely enervated. Her heart hammered her ribs.

The smile on his lips stunned her a little. She’d never seen him smile, hadn’t imagined it was possible for him to be more handsome, more compelling. But the slight twist of his lips and the triumphant gleam in his eyes were as stunningly beautiful as the frozen landscape he lived in.

That would be the afterglow talking, Cara, you dolt.

She tried to talk some sense into herself, but with the endorphins still charging through her system, it wasn’t easy.

‘We should find a bed,’ she managed.

‘You wish to come again?’ His eyebrows lifted, the surprise on his face making her laugh.

Good Lord. How could he be both scarily intense and stupidly adorable at one and the same time?

The man was an enigma and no mistake. An enigma she couldn’t wait to figure out.

She cradled the heavy erection stretching the front of his sweatpants, feeling bold now with her new-found experience. She assessed the heft and weight of him—which were...impressive.

‘Yes, but with you inside me this time,’ she managed.

He tensed, but she could feel the erection strain against her palm.

He’d given her more pleasure than she had imagined possible and she wanted desperately to return the favour.

He grunted, but then nodded. ‘Okay.’

Before she could protest, he dislodged her hand and scooped her into his arms.

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