Instead, she covers my hand with her own and moves it below her belly to her thighs. A shiver rolls through me at the contact, at the meaning. I keep my eyes locked on hers as she brings my fingers to her mound.
Maybe I shouldn’t be surprised by what passes her lips, but my breath lodges in my throat from her request. “Touch me.”
There is no hesitation. I dip my face to hers and claim her lips in a hard kiss. There’s nothing soft, nothing exploratory or gentle about it. Everything I’ve been feeling since she kissed me pours out of me, and there’s nothing to stop me from showing her how I feel.
I swipe my tongue against hers, drawing out a long moan as I slide my fingers beneath the waistband of her sweats. She wears nothing underneath, giving me full access to her dripping pussy. I push past a tuft of her hair and enter her warmth, circling my fingers around her hardened clit. Skye bucks into my hand, another sound falling from her lips, barely contained by our kiss.
As I toy with her clit, I break away, breathing hard. “God, you’re already fucking soaked,” I tell her, sliding my fingers through her arousal and skimming them down to her entrance. “When was the last time you came?”Skye bucks into my hand, seeking relief, but I stop at her entrance and tease it with the tip of my fingers. “When was the last time you were touched by anyone but yourself?”
She pants, eyes finding mine. “I can’t remember,” she breathes, stilling, chest heaving. “A long time.”
Dipping my face close to hers, I slowly enter her channel. A breath lodges in her throat as her eyes roll back. “I’m going to make you come,” I whisper, running my nose up the column of her throat, breathing in the scent of my soap still fresh on her skin. “Then you’re going to rest.”
“Sawyer—”
I cut her off with another kiss as I fuck her. Each thrust of my fingers has her bucking in my hand, more of her desire pooling in my palm. I keep each stroke slow, making sure I feel every inch of her. I note every flutter of her walls, each time she clenches her thighs around my arm.
Skye moans against my lips, hiking her leg up so I have better access to her core, almost rolling into my chest as she does. Gently, I use my palm to rub her clit. Another surprised sound falls from her lips before I feel the moment she comes undone.
Her pussy clenches, trapping my fingers inside her as she floods my hand with her release. I coax her through it, peppering soft kisses down her throat as she pants, thighs trembling.
“That’s it,” I murmur, dropping my forehead to hers. “So good.”
She huffs, leg dropping to trap my hand against her heat. “I think I’m supposed to be the one to say that.”
I chuckle. “Probably.”
When I pull back, I find her smiling, eyes bright. “Baby girl and I like the way you laugh.”
I stiffen, heart racing. “You do?”
She nods once before curling her arm around mine, despite it still being locked in her pants. “Yeah. It suits you.”
A lump forms in my throat as I settle in behind her. Somehow, I wedge my other arm beneath her head, trapping her tightly against me. But I can’t manage a response.
“Sawyer?” she asks after a moment of silence.
“Yeah?”
“Your hand is still in my pants,” she whispers, “and you still have a boner.”
Again, I can’t help but laugh. As I slide my hand out from between her thighs, I kiss her neck. “Go to sleep.”
Skye laughs to herself as she settles back, leaning into my chest. “Good night, Sawyer.”
“Good night, Skye,” I whisper, moving my hand to her belly. “Good night, baby girl.”
EIGHT
SKYE
Every time I look at Sawyer, I don’t see the quiet, standoffish mountain man.
Last night has me more confused than ever before, especially because he’s still the same man he was before it. Still makes me a simple breakfast spread to start another day being snowed in. Still looks at me like he’s battling with something internally, even if it feels like we should be beyond that.
It just doesn’t make any sense, and I don’t really understand the emotions rushing through me.
It reminds me a little of my best friend and her explosive week with her new mountain man fiancé. The only difference is she’s had a major crush on him for years, since before the fire that hurt him and took him into the mountain.
