He walked me the rest of the way to the door, waiting there in the light from the porch, looking more solid than he had all night. The warm gold softened his face’s features, and it suddenly struck me that if he walked back to his cabin now, I’d miss everything about him.
Moving closer to him until my arm brushed his, a slow, deliberate touch that left him utterly still—like a man who wouldn’t dare move until he was sure of what was being offered, I whispered, “I still don’t want to be alone tonight.” Making sure to let every truth and every want thread through those words, I asked, “Will you stay?”
His jaw clenched. His breath left him in a controlled, ragged exhale.“Hattie…” he warned, gently, giving me every chance to walk this back.
The one night hadn’t been enough. Resting my hand on the doorknob, I turned it and pushed open the cabin door behind me. Warm air drifted out from the dark interior, carrying the scent of cedar and fabric softener. We both knew that this would be different. The first night was just a quick hook-up, but this was going to be admitting to something else.
Kipp didn’t comment, but crossed the threshold in two long strides, his hands coming to my waist with a reverence that made heat coil low and immediate. I loved how confident he was. It was a huge turn-on. The door thudded shut with a muted finality behind his heel.
My backtouched the wood as his breath grazed my cheek. His mouth hovered just a whisper away from mine, close enough to feel the warmth of each exhale, yet far enough that restraint still lingered, trembling between us.
“Tell me to stop, Trouble,” he said, voice roughening into something gravel-deep. “Or tell me not to.”
My fingers curled into his shirt, clutching hard enough that the fabric bunched beneath my fists.
“Don’t,” I breathed.
His mouth claimed mine with heat that stole every thought from my head. I gasped into him, my hands sliding up over the hard planes of his chest underneath his shirt and the steady beat pounding beneath my palms.
He pressed closer, lining up our bodies in a way that made my pulse thump against my skin. His fingers dug into my hips before they moved beneath the hem of my shirt, finding bare skin and causing my spine to arch instinctively. His lips traced down the line of my jaw, then the curve of my neck, lingering just below my ear—a spot that made my knees weaken helplessly.
When he felt me sway, he let out a low, guttural sound that sent a shiver straight through me. “Been thinking about this since the first night,” he murmured against my skin, breath frayed at the edges. “About you. About the way you sound. About your tight little pussy.” Heat spiraled through me, sharp and undeniable. “You know,”he said, kissing me again—slower, deeper, but no less consuming. “You know exactly what you want. I love that. I’ll just bet that your panties are wet for me.” He rested his forehead against mine, the moment suspended with a tension that bordered on sacred. “Is that right?”
“Maybe,” I admitted. My fingers trembled as I found the hem of his shirt and tugged upward. “Take this off.”
Something electric flickered in his eyes, and then he pulled the shirt over his head, dropping it to the floor in a whisper of cotton. The heat of him hit me immediately, warm skin against mine, and the world narrowed to nothing but sensation and breath and the thrum of blood beneath the surface.
“Kipp…” My voice broke on his name.
He kissed me again, lifting me briefly so my toes left the floor before he set me down gently, guiding me backward down the hallway. His mouth traced along my neck and shoulder, his fingers slipping beneath the waistband of my jeans in a way that made my breath stutter.
The last coherent thought I had before everything dissolved into heat and touch was that this wasn’t reckless. This wasn’t fear masquerading as desire or loneliness dressed up as need.
This was gravity.
His hands framed my waist, fingers warm and certain, thumbs brushing the bare strip of skin where my shirthad ridden up. The touch wasn’t tentative; it was reverent, like he’d been replaying this moment in his mind long before either of us admitted it out loud.
“Hattie,” he murmured, and the way he said my name—low, hoarse, almost like a vow—sent a shiver straight through me.
I grabbed handfuls of his shoulders, pulling him down to me. His weight pressed me gently into the mattress, solid and real in a way that made my breath catch. I reveled in how Kipp felt against me—how he slipped his hands over my body. He let out a near-helpless moan as his hand slid up my ribcage, slow enough to be torturous but steady enough to make my heart flutter. His calloused hands traced every curve, the pads of his fingers against my skin, leaving me breathless.
I was already wet as he rocked against me, his dick sliding against my skin as he sucked each nipple into his mouth and tugged on them mercilessly. Every time I tried to shift my hips and take him inside, he moved away, only torturing me further until I whined in frustration. “You want something, Trouble? Hmm?”
“Yes. You. Inside me. Now,” I managed reaching down for him.
“That’s all you had to say.” The words were a smile, but he was a liar-face, because he’d been a tease this whole time. “Come on, pretty girl. Ride me. Take what you want.”
Flipping us so I straddled him, he gazed up at me and waited, but I was wasting no time. Grasping hold of his dick, I whimpered in relief at being in control. Still, I wasn’t going to let him have it all his way. This would be at the pace I wanted. Rubbing myself on his hardness, I played with my clit first, watching the way his eyes followed the movement, heating, pupils blown wide as his hands flexed on my hips.
“Are you going to put me in that pretty tight pussy? Or just play with me?”
I could hear the tightness in his voice, and it filled me with satisfaction. “Maybe I’ll just play with you. You can be my new toy. I’ll fuck you the way I want.” Teasing the tip inside my entrance, I dipped him in and out and then rubbed back against my clit, teasing myself. “You can just take it.”
“Fuuuccckkk.” His head was thrown back against the pillow before his gaze was drawn back to watching me. “You’re killing me in all the best ways right now.” His fingers flexed on my hips, and his abdominal muscles tightened as he tried to hold back.
Giving myself a little more of his dick, I let myself go a little further until I was so close to taking him all, but instead of sinking all the way down, I watched his face, biting my lip as I rode him slowly, letting myself enjoy the stretch.
“Hattie,” he groaned.
