“You know exactly what.”
Her breath trembles. “Then show me.”
And that’s all it takes.
I cup her face, guide her closer, and kiss her like I’ve been starving for months. She kisses back instantly, her fingers curling into my shirt, pulling me down to her like she can't get close enough fast enough.
Heat flares, sharp and immediate.
She tastes like wine and winter and everything I tried to forget.
I lift her onto the counter without breaking the kiss. She makes a sound — soft, wrecking — and I feel it everywhere.
She pulls me closer, her legs bracketing my hips, her hands sliding into my hair. It’s reckless. It’s inevitable. It’s the kind of kiss that leaves nothing unspoken.
The storm pounds against the windows.
The cabin hums with low light.
She kisses me like she’s choosing this — choosingme— and something in my chest cracks open.
When I finally pull back, her forehead rests against mine. We’re both breathing hard.
“What now?” she whispers.
I press a slow kiss to her jaw. “Now we keep going.”
And just as my hands slip under the hem of her sweater, the power goes out.
The cabin drops into darkness.
She laughs breathlessly against my mouth. “Guess we’re really doing this the old-fashioned way.”
With a chuckle, I lean in and kiss her again. This time, there won’t be any stopping until we’re both good and satisfied.
“Baby,” I scrape my teeth against her jaw and she grips my shoulder. “Are you looking for slow and sensual or?—”
“Slow and sensual can wait,” she says, sliding one hand down my chest and hovering at the button at the waist of my jeans. “Right now I want you to fuck me. Fast. Hard.”
I grin against her neck. “That can be arranged.”
She flips the fly open and tugs my flannel shirt free. She trails her fingers through the dark hair that trails from my belly button and below.
Her fingers push my fly open and slip lower.
“Careful there.” I suck in a breath. “That thing is loaded.”
“Good.” She moves her hand lower to cup my through the boxer briefs. “I’m counting on it.”
My chuckle turns into a hiss as she tightens her grip on me. Stroking me through the fabric with her deft fingers.
I let her tease me for a moment. Savoring her touch.
But I don’t last long. With a growl, I pull her hand away and pull her mouth back to mine.
Our teeth scrape against each other hungrily as the rest of our clothes disappear, littering the floor.
Gripping her hips, I lift her up and set her on the edge of the kitchen table that will host our family dinner. I want her in my bed later. But right now, I’m just following orders.
