Page 4 of Wrong Number, Right Lumberjack
I turn and look up at him. “What’s the matter? Didn’t you get into your place all right earlier?”
His grin turns devilish. “Yeah, the place is fine. But you should’ve warned me about your ass and those curves. Almost gave me a heart attack.”
I let out a laugh. Then I take a slow breath and place my hand on Jace's chest. Everything else disappears. Heat bubbles underneath my palm. It zips through my veins and lights me up from the inside out. His heart thumps steadily beneath my palm, strong and sure. He's warm, and I want to disappear into him.
Taking a look around the room, I realize it’s just the two of us in this corner. We’re in our own world. I take the opportunity to run my hand lower until I settle over his zipper. I see the flicker of surprise in his eyes melt into something deeper. Darker.
When he pulls me closer, I melt completely. His hands find my waist, then trail up my back. His fingers drag over every dip and curve like he's memorizing me. Heat shoots down my spine, and my heart races, out of control. I feel the low hum of need pulsing in my core, and suddenly I'm not sure I remember what air feels like.
“Meet me in my office. Down the hall. Third door on the right.”
CHAPTER 4
JACE
We burst through the door of her office.
“Missy…” I murmur, but I don’t get to finish.
Her mouth crashes into mine, and everything else falls away. The kiss is slow and teasing for only a half second before it sparks into something electric. Her fingers curl into my shirt like she’s been waiting all day for this… and hopefully she has because I sure as hell don’t want to be anywhere else.
My mouth lands on hers again with heat and desperation. It seems impossible, but these last few weeks have connected us in a way I can’t explain. Missy is mine, I just need her to see that.
We’re up against the back of the door. My hands are on her waist and in her hair. Missy’s already pushing off the wall and thrusting her hips against me. The kiss is hot, messy, and full of need. It’s raw heat and a hunger that’s been simmering between us since the moment we met. When she moans against my lips, I swear I nearly lost it right there.
I slide my hands over her hips and anchor her to me. Feeling the soft give of her curves beneath my palms makes electricity shoot through me. She presses closer. Her body melts into mine like we were made to fit together.
She leans away from me, and her fingers dance across my zipper. When she unbuttons my pants and slides them off me. My manhood springs up, already rock-hard for her. My blood pumps with adrenaline. My hands fly to the back of her bra. When I finally get it unhooked, the sight of her bare breast makes my breath catch in my throat. From there, our clothing leaves in a flash, and everything is a blur.
One minute, Missy’s playfully dragging her fingers across my bare chest. Next, I’ve got my mouth on her nipples. I suckle at her, and when I pull away, her nipples harden in the cool air. She slips my earlobe between her lips and sucks gently. A shiver rolls through me, fast and wild.
Electric tingles rip through me. They fire down my spine and set every nerve ablaze.
Missy pushes me backward and I sink into the plush leather chair behind me. She climbs onto my lap and straddles me. Her round and perfect mounds bounce in my face, and damn if the view doesn’t make me come undone. I plant kisses from the base of her throat down to the swell of her cleavage, tasting her skin and savoring every inch.
Her hands find the back of my neck. Missy rocks her hips onto me, and I let out a groan. It’s low and helpless because I’m barely holding it together. The weight of her body pressed onto my lap has my cock twitching with need. I’m straining against her opening. The heat bubbling between us builds into a full boil.
Missy presses her lips to my jaw. She trails slow and deliberate kisses down my neck. My fingers trace a path up her thighs, around her waist, back down again. She’s all breathtaking curves and heartstopping confidence.
She slides a hand down between us. My voice hitches when she whispers my name and then curls her hand around my cock. She starts pumping. My tip is already wet with desire. I twitch in response to her touch.
My head falls back, and every muscle in my body goes taut. I moan her name, and the sound reverberates through the empty office. Two more pumps, and I can’t help but thrust my hips up toward her. I’m desperate for her touch. I run a hand gently through her hair, twisting my fingers into it and tugging while she takes care of me. My fingers dig into her scalp, and my hips jut forward. She grasps at the base of my length and tugs all the way to the tip.
When I can’t take it anymore, I part her slit with my tip and find her already drenched for me. Missy arches into me, and I thrust inside. Her tight walls hug my length. Tingles whip through me as she clenches and stretches around me. Time freezes just for us, and I say a silent prayer that we will stay like this forever. I want her in this moment for as long as I can have it.
Then, Missy’s moving with me in perfect rhythm. I roll my hips up and shoot my firm rod farther inside of her. She takes every inch of me. Missy is stunning, tits bouncing, and face flushed with pink. Her head falls back, and her eyes snap closed. We stay there for a long while until our bodies become one and our hearts beat in time with one another.
She rides me. Her hips thrust. Her breath comes out in jagged gasps. We keep going until her body racks with tremors. When she finally lets go, it’s beautiful. It’s all I can do to hold on as she rides me through her wave of release.
Missy clenches on me. When I can’t hold on another minute, I fall over the edge too. Everything around me fades into white hot bliss. I explode hot streams inside of her. The sensation leaves me breathless. She stays on top of me, riding, bouncing, and milking me to the last drop.
When we don’t have anything left, she collapses into my chest. I wrap my arms around her and hold her like she’s the only thing in the world that matters. From there, we don’t stayon the chair. I bend her over the top of her desk and take her all over again.
In the end, it’s been hours. We spend the night wrapped up together, fully naked in a tangle of Southern Knights t-shirts on a bed of foam fingers. I’m starting to think this year in South Carolina might not be too bad.
Missy rests her head against my chest. Her breath is soft and steady. I run my fingers gently through her hair. She’s already drifting off to sleep. Her eyelids flutter. Her body relaxes against mine like she’s never felt safer.
But I stay wide awake. I trace the curve of her spine with my palm. I count every rise and fall of her breath like they’re seconds I’ll never get back. I don’t want to miss a single minute. But when the sun comes up, I know I have to get her out of here before anyone else arrives. It takes everything in me.
