But how can that be? I don’t even know this man. Even if we have been working closely together, it isn’t as if he’s an open book. Though he did confess to me about his ex that night in the truck.
I guess I never dreamed that I’d be living and working in Alpine Falls full stop, or that I’d ever leave New York, but here we are.
The moment I reached for him, I was doomed. I knew it then. I know it now.
I tilt my head, and our lips connect. I can’t help as my leg hitches up and he catches it with his hand, holding my bent knee as we press our bodies together. He makes this groan in his throat that I will keep in my memory bank forever. It’s so raw and guttural and only ignites my throbbing core. I expected his beard to be scratchy, but it’s not. A thought of what it would feel like between my legs also popped into my head. I hope I get to find out.
Then I gasp as he cups my mound. One big, huge hand as I rest my head back against his large chest.
He holds me up as I try to stay upright. The man has barely touched me and my legs are all wobbly.
He slowly moves his hand lower, his fingers spreading me wider as I move my legs, accommodating him as I squeeze my eyes closed.
“I wanna feel how wet I’ve made you.”
Oh, my.
He swipes his fingers through my wet heat, and I shudder. “More,” I cry. “More.”
“What are the magic words,Manhattan?”
“P-please?”
He grunts in response, his mouth on my neck as he sucks. I don’t care he’s marking me. I love it. I want it. When he nudges my clit, I cry out his name.
“You’re so close already, aren’t you, beautiful?”
“So close,” I agree. “Z, please.”
“I don’t know. You’ve been struttin’ around here in that sexy ski gear, wavin’ this fine ass under my nose for two weeks.”
“I wasn’t even sure you’d notice,” I gasp.
He chuckles and it feels hot against my skin. I love it. “Oh, I noticed. But I want you screamin’ my name while I eat this sweet pussy, you think you can do that for me, Princess?”
“This can’t be real,” I whisper.
“What?”
“Um, nothing. Y-yes, I’m sure I can, oh god!” I cry out as he inserts one finger inside me and I can’t mistake his guttural groan. This is too much, and now he wants to use his mouth?
He draws his finger out to spin me around, and seeing him fully clothed on his knees before me is so damn fine that I grab his hair in one fist. “You are so damn sexy on your knees, Lawless.”
He grins, “I told you that you wouldn’t freeze this Christmas, didn’t I?”
Then he hikes up one leg, throws it over his shoulder, and leans in to eat me out like a man on a mission. I gasp. I cry out. I squirm. No man has ever made me feel like this. Hell, no man has ever gone down on me because all the guys I’ve ever been with ‘don’t like it’. Yeah, but they’re all happy to expect blowjobs at the ready.
Not Zane. Nope. His tongue strokes my pussy masterfully. Like he’s enjoying his favorite ice cream. When he sucks my clit into his mouth, I wail like the barn is on fire, coming so hard that I see stars. But Zane Lawless isn’t done. Oh, no. He pulls back, spreading me wide, then blows on my bare flesh. My eyes widen as he grins, lapping at me like a goddamn happy puppy, groaning when he buries his face once more. When he reinserts his finger inside me and begins to stroke my G-spot, I’m pretty sure the entire town of Alpine Falls hears my screams. But Zane doesn’t let up. He rides me through another amazing orgasm as I hang on for dear life.
“Naked,” I whisper, breathless. “I need you naked now.”
“Bossy,” he admonishes, looking up at me. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, then sets my leg down as he stands. I watch in complete fascination as he shrugs off his jacket, sweater and shirt, then kicks his boots off and unbuckles his belt.
I’m greedy, my hands reaching for him as he lets me take over. Our mouths clash as I fumble with his button and zipper, but I finally get it down, brushing his cock as I yank his jeans down to his knees. I glance down. He has black briefs on and half his dick is sticking out the top.
“A missile,” I confirm.
He chuckles. “He’s a friendly missile, I promise.”
