Instead, she grabs the front of my jacket and pulls my mouth down to hers.
The kiss is cold at first, our lips chapped from the wind, but it heats up fast. I press her harder against the wall, my thigh sliding between her legs, my hands finding her hips beneath the bulk of her jacket.
"We should go inside," she gasps against my mouth.
I grab her wrist and drag her toward the door, shoving it open with my shoulder. We stumble inside and I kick it shut behind us, already reaching for her jacket, yanking the zipper down hard enough that she stumbles back a step.
"Phoenix—"
"Off." I pull at her sweater.
Her fingers are clumsy from the cold, shaking as she peels off layers. But she’s too slow. I take over, stripping her down and tossing each piece aside until she's standing in front of me in nothing but her bra and panties, shivering from more than just the temperature.
The fire is still burning low in the stove, casting flickering shadows across her skin. I back her toward it, toward the heat, crowding her space until she has nowhere to go but where I want her.
Her back hits the wall beside the fireplace and I cage her in with my arms, one hand on either side of her head.
"Better?" I ask, my voice rough.
"Yes."
"Good." I lean in close, my lips brushing the shell of her ear. "Because I'm not done with you yet."
I spin her around so she's facing the wall, her palms flat against the wood. She gasps at the sudden movement, and the sound goes straight to my cock. I press myself against her back and let her feel exactly what she does to me.
"Phoenix—"
"You feel that?" I grind against her, slow and deliberate. "That's what you do to me. Every time you look at me."
She whimpers, pushing back against me, and it takes everything I have not to take her right here, right now.
"Is this okay?" I murmur against her ear, even though I can feel her answer in the way her body melts into mine.
"Yes." Her voice is wrecked. "God, yes."
My hands slide in between her thighs.
"You're so wet," I groan.
“I know. Just fuck me.”
I don't need to be asked twice.
I free myself from my own pants and thrust into her in one hard stroke. She cries out, her fingers scrabbling against the wood.
It's fast. Desperate. Nothing like the slow exploration of last night. This is primal, animal, two people who can't get enough of each other.
The fire crackles beside us as I pound into her, her moans echoing off the cabin walls, my grunts muffled against her neck. The heat from the flames licks at our bare skin, but I can barely register it. All I can feel is her. The tight heat of her wrapped around me. The way she pushes back to meet every thrust like she can't get enough. The sounds she makes when I reach around and find her clit.
"I'm close," she gasps. "Oh god, I'm so close?—"
"Already?" I slow my pace, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in. She cries out. "I don't think you've earned it yet."
"Phoenix, please?—"
"Please what?" I do it again, that agonizing slow withdrawal followed by a punishing thrust. "Tell me what you want."
"You know what I want."
