Page 49 of Unexpected Pickle
I’m a fucking goner.
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JEANNIE TAKES IT ALL IN
Idon’t know how this got started, but I’m feeling it.
When did it come to this? Sleeping by the fire? Watching movies? His helplessness when the grill went up in flames? His arrival at the retreat or my crepe class, or was it all the way back when he first showed up in my kitchen?
Maybe then.
His mouth descends on mine again, and I know I could kiss and touch him all day.
But there is a fire burning in me, and I don’t think it’s going to get quenched with only that.
His skin is hot and smooth. He’s Magic Mike, Thor, and Travis Kelce all rolled into one. We’re stranded in the middle of a storm, as alone as two people can get, and no one has to know what happens here.
I slip my fingers into the waistband of his sweatpants. There are several pairs there. We were so worried about the cold, and now we’re getting naked.
But I don’t feel the smallest chill.
Hex lets out a low, feral growl as I explore the skin beneath the elastic. His hips. The dimples at the base of his back. Every inch of his body is rock hard.
Including the front.
He jerks me against him so I can feel it. With both of us kneeling, it hits me in the belly. That’s impressive.
I want to see it, see him, all of him, the parts he doesn’t show in commercials and photo spreads. I’m sure plenty have seen it before. I won’t kid myself about that.
But I want to see all of this glorious man.
I pull back. “Strip.”
His eyebrows lift. “Your wish is my command.”
“My command was your wish.”
He lets out a huffy laugh. “That’s the damn truth.”
He doesn’t bother with theatrics. He strips off his pants and whatever else might have been under there, along with his socks.
He stands over me, and I want to learn to paint. To sculpt. To commit this gorgeous being to something permanent. I want to look at him any time the urge strikes.
Because Hex is too much. Too glorious. Too…everything.
“You’re a god.”
He reaches down to pull me up to stand next to him. “Then we’ll be gods together.” And in one swift movement, he’s pulled all my sweatshirts off me.
I didn’t leave on my bra when I changed. But I don’t have even a second to get shy or insecure. Before the clothes have hit the floor, he’s on his knees, pulling a breast into his mouth, covering the other with his enormous hand.
I feel positively dainty with him, something that has never happened in my life. He overpowers me, eclipses my size with his.
And as he sucks deeply on my nipples, I feel the tug from my chest to my core, a line of pure fire creating a need in me so intense that it evaporates any other thought.
I wrap my arms around his neck, and he lowers me down to the swirl of blankets before the fire. He’s like a lion crawling over me, taking whatever part of my body he wants into his mouth, kissing, sucking, biting.
The cool air hits my belly as my layers of pants go down. My back arches involuntarily as he exposes everything at once.
