This isn’t how I expected my first kiss to go. For starters I thought I’d be a teen. Not a grown woman with a career. And I expected to be dressed.
But I never thought it’d be magical.
Dominic crowds me, his bulky frame pinning me to the wall. He’s so much bigger than me. So much stronger. But I’m not scared. I’ve only known him for a few hours, but I already feel safe with him.
His touch is gentle, and his tan skin is warm. My hands are still pressed to his chest, the soft mat of hair there a shade darker than his beard.
“A woman so pretty, I can’t believe you’ve never been kissed,” he whispers to me. “But I’m thankful that every man who glanced your way was an idiot.”
If I thought he look hungry before, he looks ravenous now. I thought the fact that I’m a virgin would be a turn off, but it seems to have the opposite effect on the mountain man.
“I’ll happily be the first,” he says. “First, last, and only.”
His words shock me. They’re so proprietary, so old fashioned, so possessive. But then he leans down, hesitating long enough for me to refuse, and then his lips land on mine and I no longer care about his Neanderthal words.
I should’ve known he’d be a good kisser. After the way he feasted on my pussy, it should come as no surprise that he kisses in the same passionate conquering way. It’s intoxicatingly sinful the way he takes control. First with soft nibbles that have my lips parting for him and then with broad strokes of his tongue that leave me dizzy. If not for his support, I might embarrass myself by tripping over my own feet.
It ends too quickly, and I nearly whimper at the loss.
His smug grin makes me grateful I didn’t.
“Ourrealfirst kiss,” he says. His voice is so thick and heavy, I find myself wondering if skipping this step meant more to him than to me. I still don’t mind that we went out of order.
My core clenches at the memory of his tongue flicking my clit and I’m all too ready for us to continue when Dominic steps back. Without his body heat my legs begin to feel cold and I remember why I came out of the bedroom in the first place.
“I’m still cold,” I remind him when he looks back at the couch like he might insist on sleeping out here.
He starts to argue, but then his eyes dart down to my bare legs and I see the moment his resolve crumbles. My pulse pounds in my ears as my knees threaten to buckle. I’m in deep trouble. This man is dangerous for my heart.
“The pants stay off.”
Dominic
Sleeping next to Rachel is my own personal hell. The second I found out she was a virgin I swore I wouldn’t rush all her firsts into one night. No matter how she tempts me.
Using the excuse that she’s cold she snuggles close before promptly falling asleep. It takes ages for me to talk my cock down. Every time it begins to soften, her silky-smooth leg will rub against mine sending it right back to full mast.
I roll out of bed feet dragging while my head feels heavier than the rest of my body. Three cups of coffee later I might pass as sociable but right now I’m no better than a grumpy grizzly bear.
Rachel though? She’s sunshine and cheer on full blast.
“Good morning!”
She hands me a cup of coffee and doesn’t seem bothered that my appreciation comes out more like a grunt than actual words.
“I’ve never spent Christmas in the mountains,” she tells me as she stirs something in the pan on the stove.
She’s still wearing my shirt, wool socks, and nothing else, so I get a good look at her legs as she prances around my kitchen,socks sliding on the hardwood floor like she’s Tom Cruise inRisky Business.
“I looked outside earlier, and it’s gorgeous. The sun makes the snow sparkle like glitter and it’s covering everything.”
She continues to gush about the snow as she passes me a plate with scrambled eggs and toast. To be honest I’m not sure she’s noticed that I’m not a morning person. If I tried to talk, I doubt I’d get a word in. Compared to the quiet woman who crashed into my cabin last night, she’s a completely different person.
I love it.
Last night she was cautious, almost wary of me, but now she’s unafraid, moving comfortably throughout the cabin like she’s always lived here. Watching her sit across from me as she devours her breakfast does more to wake me than an entire pot of coffee could.
“I can’t believe you haven’t decorated,” she tells me later when I’m washing the dishes.
