“Don’t,” I whisper, my voice ragged and breathless. “Don’t hold back.”
He groans, deep and wrecked. “Fuck, Josie.”
One hand slides under my sweater, rough and warm against my bare stomach. His fingers splay wide, exploring me like he’s memorizing every inch, every breath I take. It’s possessive. Like he’s staking a claim and daring the world to challenge it.
My skin ignites under his touch, heat curling low in my belly, spreading through me like wildfire. I arch into him without thinking, greedy for more. More contact, more pressure, more ofhim.
Then he presses his hips against my ass, and I freeze, gasp, moan, all at once. There’s no mistaking what I feel. Thick. Hard. Ready. My knees go weak. I can feel how badly he wants me, and it’s intoxicating. My body pulses in response, aching, already wet with the need he’s pulled from me so easily, so completely.
“You like this,” he says. “You like being out here, where anyone could see. The good girl showing her dirty little secrets.”
I whimper, and that’s all it takes.
Fuck I love this new side of him.
I want to explore it all night long.
His other hand tugs my leggings down, slow and deliberate, teasing just enough to expose me to the bite of the frigid night air… and to him. The contrast is electric. Ice-kissed air grazes my bare skin while his body radiates molten heat behind me, searing where we touch.
Goosebumps rise in a wave over my thighs, my stomach, everywhere his fingers haven’t yet explored. The tensioncoils tight inside me, a trembling balance of exposure and anticipation.
Humiliation and desire knot together low in my belly, sharp and sweet, making my breath hitch. I’ve never felt so vulnerable. So wanted. It’s overwhelming, and I never want it to stop.
His hand slides between my thighs, and he groans, deep and guttural, the sound vibrating through my spine.
“Dripping,” he mutters, voice like gravel and sin. “You’re soaking for me, sweetheart. Is that what being teased in a bar full of people does to you?”
“Shit, Knox.”
His hand clamps over my mouth before the rest of his name can escape, his breath hot and dangerous against my ear. “Quiet. You don’t want the whole mountain hearing you beg.”
But I do. I want them all to hear. I want to scream his name into the stars until they burn out.
His fingers slide between my legs again, slower this time. Intentional. A tormenting circle exactly where I need him. My entire body jerks with the pleasure, every nerve ending tuned to him.
“But that ends now.”
I cry out against his palm, my body grinding back of its own accord, desperate, mindless. The sharp edge of pleasure dances just out of reach, and I chase it, my hips rolling, heart pounding.
“No more space,” he growls, his voice a dark thunder in my ear. “No more pretending I don’t want to bend you over and ruin you. Right here. Where the whole damn world could drive by and see me fucking you into the snow.”
My knees give out. Completely. But he catches me without faltering, his strength a tether and a promise. One arm clamps around my waist, pinning me to him, while the other never stops, fingers stroking me with maddening precision, pulling me higher with every pass.
“You want to come like this?” he rasps, voice ragged with hunger. “With my hand in your panties, my voice in your ear, my cock waiting for your next mistake?”
“Yes… yes, Knox, please?—”
He pulls back enough to whisper, lips brushing my ear, “Then come for me. Be loud, be filthy, be mine.”
And I do.
The orgasm crashes through me like a storm ripping down the mountain. Blinding. Shattering. Every muscle tightens, every breath stutters. I cry out, broken and breathless, as the world blurs around me. All I know is him, his hands, his voice, his body holding me through the quake.
He pulls back and looks at me, lips parted, chest rising fast. There’s a wildness in his eyes now, something raw and barely restrained.
“I need your mouth on me,” he grits out. “Now.”
My whole body lights up at the demand.
