“Oh, fuck. Stop, Lilah. I’d rather come inside you.” I hooked under her armpits and brought her back up.
“Then it’s your turn for something memorable this Christmas,” she teased with sultry eyes. After tonight, if she ever looked at another man like this, I’d lose my damn mind.
“Give it all you’ve got. Are you on the pill?”
“Yes, and I’m clean. But should we use a condom?”
“They’re over in my jeans if we must. Careful,” I hissed because she wasn’t playing fair, gyrating her hips, teasing around the rim of my head. My fingers dug into her thighs to steady her because I seriously needed to bust. “But I’m clean, too. As the owner, the insurance company required that I undergo rigorous testing and pass with a clean bill of health before they’d insure this place.”
“So we’re both clean and both willing?”
I nodded with a sly grin. “What fun it is for the two of us to have been stuck on this mountain for a Christmas fling. Now, where were we?”
“I believe I was about to—” She treated herself to an inch of my cock. “Ungh. Holden, you’re so big.”
“Complaining or happy?”
“Both? If it fits.”
“We’ll make it fit,” I gritted through clenched teeth. She bore down on me, inch by inch, for a deliciously tight fit. When fully seated, her insides gripped me, so hot and wet, my eyes rolled into the back of my head to the tune ofAll I Want for Christmas Is My Two Front Teeth—the song distracted me enough to keep from coming too fast.
“Yes. Oh, yes.” She breathed and moved, slowly at first, then gaining steam, as if she were trying to outrun the storm, desperate to forget the past and everything that existed beyond this room. Intoxicated by her, I watched her rise and fall, up anddown on my rod of steel, and committed to memory the moans and cries that escaped her lips.
“Good girl, riding my thick cock like a queen. So beautiful.” I gazed at her in awe, held captivated by her breasts bouncing. How many times could we fit sex into one fling? I’d definitely beg for a repeat.
Our sultry noises drowned out the music—groans and moans, purrs and growls, skin on skin. Every shift of her hips wound us both tighter, the tension ready to snap. She braced her hands on my chest and rode me faster.
“Holden… harder, hurts so good.” She said my name like it she didn’t know whether she wanted to run from this or finish.
“I’ve got you,” I rasped, keeping my arm around her tighter and meeting her with thrusts of my hips. My thumb circled where she needed pressure most on her clit. “Eyes on me, Frosty. Come with me. Don’t hold back.”
Her gaze intensified, locking with mine. My thrusts never faltered. With a wild cry from her throat, she came apart on top of me and dragged me straight over the edge with her. I growled as my release hit hard, throbbing inside of her with the hot clench of her walls milking me.
She collapsed on top of me. For a few stunned seconds, all I could do was breathe, keeping her locked in place. This runaway bride wouldn’t get away from me this time. Her fingertips caressed my shoulders while my breath stuttered against her collarbone. The steady thump of my heart hammered out of my chest.
When the last shudder passed, I wrapped my arms around her, rolling us onto our sides before either of us ended up on the floor.
“The couch held solidly, like a champ,” I boasted, making light of the situation and the feelings closing in on me.
“I won’t be able to enter this room and see the leather and not think of us having sex on it.”
“Kudos to me for picking a winner, although we still have to get through the night without this couch giving up.” My thumb brushed along her bottom lip. “So… best terrible idea ever? Was it memorable enough for you?”
“Maybe.”
“Maybe?” I faked offense. “I just gave you the deluxe Blizzard Package with complimentary furniture destruction. The best Snow Quest Lodge has to offer.”
“Please don’t put that on a brochure,” she snickered. She tugged me for another kiss, slower this time. I savored the taste of her. “It wasverymemorable,” she admitted against my lips.
Heat flickered in my chest. The kind that had nothing to do with sex and everything to do with the way she relaxed against me like she finally trusted me.
We lay there, breathing in sync, my thumb drawing lazy circles on her hip. The jazz drifted through the library, lilting her to sleep. I watched like she was the picture of peace here on Earth.
With my heart still pounding, one thought rang clearer than the bells of Christmas—I wanted more of her. Snowzilla might have buried the mountain, but I was not prepared for the true storm—Lilah.
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MINE TODAY
