“I couldn’t care less about the cabin.” I step forward and grasp his upper arms. “I’m just glad you weren’t injured.” My heart is still beating a mile a minute, imagining what could have happened if the tree had crashed onto the roof of the cabin.
Kit meets my gaze and I’m sure he can see the emotions as they flicker across my face. I care about him. He’s important to me. His face softens as he touches my cheek, his palm warm against my cold skin.
“You’re going to catch your death of cold. You should get out of these wet clothes,” he finally murmurs. “I’ll get you a towel.”
I nod, unable to speak, struck by his concern, but follow him to the bathroom. My fingers don’t co-operate and I fumble with my sodden clothing. He ends up helping me out of my sweater and socks.
“Have a warm shower. I’ll stoke the fire and make us a hot drink,” he says as he straightens, then leaves me alone to dry off.
I peel off the rest of my clothes, aware of his presence just beyond the wall. My skin tingles, and not just from the cold. I use the time under the warm water to get myself under control. Thunder booms in the distance, shaking the small cabin. The rain continues to pelt down, but now the adrenalin surging through my body is for an entirely different reason.
When I emerge in a towel, Kit’s stoking the fireplace. I clear my throat. “Do you, uh, have anything I can borrow?”
He turns and for a moment just looks at me, eyes traveling down my body and back up again. Heat rises in his gaze. I swallow hard, pulse racing. Then he shakes himself and hurries to the bedroom. He returns with a handful of clothes. “Here, these should fit.”
He holds them out, but instead of taking the bundle, I grab his wrist before he can pull his hand back. His eyes widen, and his nostrils flare. I hear the sharp intake of his breath. But I don’t let go. I’m not sure what’s come over me and suddenly I’m unsure. Nervous. But I needn’t be.
Kit steps closer. The fingers of his free hand trace the lines of my chest, dipping into the hollow above my sternum before stroking over muscle. My breath hitches as he grazes my nipple, sending a jolt of electricity to my groin. My knees weaken when he leans forward and presses a kiss above my heart.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispers.
I don’t think I’ve ever felt as cherished as I do in that moment.
I let go of his wrist but only because I need more of him. The pile of clothes land at our feet. I reach out and tug at Kit’s shirt, pulling it from his waistband so I can slide my hands over his flesh. I love that he shudders at the first touch.
I tilt my face upwards and Kit’s lips descend onto mine. This kiss isn’t tentative—there’s no repeat of our first two gentle kisses. This kiss is all open mouths and exploring tongues. It’s a kiss that’s the result of weeks of lustful yearning.
We break apart, but only so I can slide Kit’s shirt up and over his head. I groan as I expose his broad chest with its generous smattering of chest hair. He’s built so differently to me, and I love the contrast. My smooth skin. His rugged chest. My fairness to his dark. But most of all, I love the fire I see reflected at me from those amazing eyes of his.
I move to the buttons of his jeans, popping them open. He toes off his shoes and together we rid him of his jeans. There’s an urgency burning like a fire inside me.
Kit’s fingers curl into my hair, tugging me up into another searing kiss. I push his boxers down, breaking the kiss just long enough to get rid of my towel, until we are standing there, hard and aching. The air leaves my lungs in a whoosh when Kit pulls me to him, and I arch into his touch. It’s clear he wants me as much as I want him.
He breaks the kiss again, tugging me to the rug in front of the fireplace, where we tumble to the floor in a pile of tangled limbs.
Chapter Thirteen
Kit
Blood pounds through my veins as I lie on the rug with Felix on top of me. His hands grasp my biceps as he kisses me. There’s no space between us, his strong body hard against mine. I groan as he grinds against me, kissing me harder. Heat pools in my belly and my cock throbs with need.
His kiss is desperate and when he finally pulls his mouth from mine, I drag in a gulp of much needed air. Felix looks down at me with glazed eyes, his mouth swollen and glistening. He looks as shell-shocked as I feel.Holy shit.
I reach up and pull his face toward me, taking his lips again. He opens to me, his tongue hot and wet as our breaths mingle. I run my hands over his body as I swallow the sexy sounds he’s making—quiet moans and sexy grunts. The skin beneath my palms is soft and warm, but the muscles of his back are hard and unyielding. His ass is rounded and as I cup his cheeks, he flexes, pushing into me. I groan as his cock pushes against mine.
Needing more friction, I hold him close and undulate my hips. He gasps and buries his face against my throat, breathing against me in hot pants, his hips echoing my movements. We rub against each other, my cock hard as steel, desire building in my belly.
Oh my God.
I could come like this—between the friction and the sounds Felix is making, I’m on fire. But I want to take my time, to enjoy this moment. I want to see his face as he takes his pleasure. I want togivehim his pleasure.
Before I think any more about it, I wrap an arm around his middle and flip us over. Felix lands on his back with a surprised grunt, panting and dazed. He smiles and wraps his arms around my neck as I lower my head to kiss him breathless again, then squirms as I kiss my way across his jaw and down his neck. He grips my head as I trail my tongue across his clavicle and make my way down his chest. He swears when I lick the dusky bud of his nipple and shouts when I pull it into my mouth.
“Fucking hell.” Felix arches off the floor, clawing at my biceps as I nip and suck. His whole body is shaking with need. “Kit, please.”
I lift to my elbows to study his face. Firelight plays on his skin and the brown of his eyes is eclipsed by black. He reaches for me, pulling me down into another of those spectacular kisses. Then he slips a hand between us and wraps it around my cock.Fuck!
I groan at the contact, surprised I don’t explode then and there. His hand is hot and his grip firm, and I’m rock hard as I push through his fist. Raising on one arm, I fumble between us, knocking his hand out of the way, and wrapping my bigger hand around us both. I draw my hand up and down, watching his reactions, finding out what he likes.
