Page 42 of Snowed In with her Mountain Men
Oakley dropped to one knee, bringing his face level with mine. His expression was softer now. His brown eyes were full of compassion, and he swept my hair back over one ear.
“I’m sorry about your mom,” he acknowledged. “And your dad.”
I sighed, and then nodded. It was all I could do.
“If you want to stay here in your room tonight, I get it,” he whispered. “Don’t worry about what I wrote on the stupid chart.”
“The chart’s not stupid,” I smiled back at him. “Don’t disrespect the chart.”
He laughed, softly. “Alright.”
“But I do want to stay here, in my room tonight. I want to get a feel for this place, especially if I’m going to be writing here.”
His eyes dropped in momentary disappointment. “O—Okay.”
“And I want you to stay with me.”
Leaning in, I kissed his handsome face. I did it softly, tenderly, letting my lips just barely graze his ridiculously high cheekbones. When I went for his lips, he was already responding. Our kissing grew in speed and intensity until we were holding each other, right on the floor, tongues dancing.
“Should I get my pillow?” he exhaled, when I finally let him breathe again. “And my pajamas?”
I didn’t know if he was joking or being serious. But there was one thing I did know.
“You’ll be sharing my pillow,” I smiled, kissing those perfect lips again. In the middle of the kiss I reached down,letting my hand glide tantalizingly downward from those scrumptious abdominals.
“And you sure as hell don’t need any pajamas.”
~ 23 ~
CAMRYN
The night was a slow progression; one that hurtled toward its inevitable outcome. It started with me throwing back the covers and dragging Oakley into bed with me. Once there we wrapped ourselves around each other, touching, feeling, and kissing for what felt like forever.
It ended hours later in sex-soaked delirium; both of us breathless, and sweaty.
We made love first, just the two of us, rutting beneath the blankets. Oakley sank all the way into me as I spread my thighs wide for him, sighing into his ear as we reached the pinnacle of our physical connection. The emotional connection developed soon afterward, staring deep into each other’s eyes. Once we started kissing we couldn’t stop. Our naked bodies rocked slowly together beneath the sheets and comforter, as we enjoyed the warmth and intimacy of being skin against skin.
I came incredibly hard, collapsing around him, my legs flexing to lock him in as my whole body shuddered through a world-ending climax. It was so fucking good I had only a vague awareness of Oakley holding me tightly, pinning me down with those iron-like arms. He was still pumping away, drilling me straight through my orgasm and out the other side, when I felt the unmistakable heaviness of another pair of eyes on us.
“Damn, dude. Really?”
I opened my eyes, dreamily, and followed Oakley’s gaze. Ryder was standing shirtless in the bedroom doorway. His arms were held casually overhead in a way that perfectly showed off the delicious ‘V’ of his upper body.
“What?” he smirked.
“She’s mine tonight, remember?”
Ryder shrugged, noncommittally. “According to the chart, she’s supposed to be sleeping in your room,” he pointed out.
“So?”
“So, you’re not in your room,” he smirked. “And you two aredefinitelynot sleeping.”
Throughout his sermon, we’d never stopped fucking. Ryder hadn’t averted his gaze, either. My own eyes crawled hungrily over his sculpted chest. They climbed over those beautiful shoulders, all flexed in an overhead pose.
“I can come back later, if you want,” shrugged Ryder. “Or I can run downstairs and write myself in on the calendar, if you need me to make it official.”
Oakley looked down at me, questioningly. I grinned up at him.
