Page 74 of Holiday on the Rocks
So I waited tonight in the big old house in Colorado, knowing with everything in me he’d get there.
Fifteen minutes later I jumped at the quiet tap. I had to fight my laughter as I slid open the window and Mr. Handsome crawled inside. Yes, this man was like Spiderman on a roof. Now a snow-covered roof may have been tricky, but the look in his eye said it could be no other way.
I closed it and immediately found myself caged against the wall. We were finally alone, no need to extinguish anything now. Well, except for the fact that Lexi was ten feet on the other side of the door. But we’d managed this predicament before. I could almost say we were experts.
Ice was under my skin, but I was burning on top. Our lips moved in tandem as he cupped my face and kissed me like I was the only thing that could keep him alive. He tipped my head farther back as his fingers slip down to the base of my neck and his lips went below my ear while his whisper sends tingles dancing up my spine.
“You were waiting for me?”
I nodded.
“What do you want, Allie?”
To be with him forever and ever and ever? Not possible. His whiskers slid down my neck awakening every nerve ending in my body.
“What do you want?”
“You.” It came out as a broken whisper.
His teeth grazed my collar bone before he kissed my fresh tattoo as his hot breath bathed my skin. “What?”
“You, I want you.”
His hands curled around my biceps, and his lips overtook mine while leading me to the bed. He sat and pulled me to him. While there were no words, his eyes told me what was about to happen and my skin heated.
I held his gaze as I pulled my pajama top off and dropped it to the floor. He sucked in air and let it out. The way his eyes traveled my body made me feel strong, like a powerful queen who can bring him to his knees because I’m what he wants. Me. It was exhilarating.
I was restless as he stared at me; Again. How could he bring me to this place so many times in the past day? Even the tiniest of muscles in me were pulsing. His grin told me I was in control, and he didn’t move an inch as I shimmied out of my jammie bottoms. I stood before the man who knew me to my core left only in my purple lacy panties.
I climbed onto his lap facing him. He was still as I kiss his forehead, cheeks, and finally his lips. I pulled away and pushed his shirt up and over his head while my hands traveled. My fingers traced the lines in his biceps before moving to his chest. Our old tattoo, and the new one.
My eyes caught his for a second and he was watching me so intently it tightened my stomach. His muscles jumped when I touched his abs as he remained still. I trailed kisses down his neck and chest. His warm breath was on my face as I kissed the tattoo.
My head was swimming, and I pushed him back on the bed. I placed his hands on my chest and as if I was handing over the “I’m in control” key, and he came alive. His mouth and hands were everywhere as my aching body moved against his.
In a split second he flipped me on my back and hovered over me as air caught in my throat. His lips nipped and kissed down my body, his steamy breath on my chest, stomach, and lower leaving pleasure coursing through me like a raging river while I pressed my lips together to remain quiet as he was painstakingly slow as if trying to torture me.
As he moved north, I wrapped a leg around his hip as he pinned me to the bed and pressed against me while his tongue ran up my neck. He’d tossed the match, and I was suddenly a wild woman clawing and holding him as close as possible. I was consumed and restless as he pulled the strings like he always had. Being under his control was a mind-bending excitement that had my heart palpitating. Yes, it could kill me, but what a way to go.
A little moan escaped me before his hand covered my mouth and he picked me up. My legs wrapped around his waist, and he carried me into the bathroom before the door shut, the little lock clicked, and he set me on the vanity.
His hands pushed my hair back and a mischievous smirk appeared. His lips hovered closer before his mouth met mine. His fingers were in my hair as my arms wrapped around his waist. His mouth and the reaction of his touch rushed through me pushing heat to every vein in my body.
Lust was humming through me as I pulled him closer. I gasp when he bit my lower lip playfully before stepping away, turning on the shower, and then back to me. I scooted off the vanity and dropped to my knees in front of him. His eyes were dark when he looked down as I unbuttoned his jeans before he fisted my hair while I took a little control of my own.
I was pulled up by my biceps and led into the large walk-in shower. Before I could turn back around, he was all over me as steam rose and hot water showered over us.
My hands glided over his slippery skin, and it was somehow taking it to an even higher high. He kissed and teased me while I pressed into him. He grabbed my wrists and held them above my head while his other hand traveled leaving me whimpering.
“Can you stay quiet?” His deep voice speaks low in my ear.
“Yes, I promise.”
Stars explode in front of my eyes as he nudged forward while holding onto my bottom. His breathing quickened and it was an electric strike as I tried to catch my breath. My skin was crackling while his head nuzzled my neck. “I’m lost in you.”
The ability to speak the English language had vanished. I forgot where I was. Everything was just a fuzzy dream.
His body was made for mine and through the silence we both knew exactly what the other needed. I clung to his shoulders as he whispered my name again and again while hot water poured down on us.
