Page 8 of An Undisputed Christmas
Despite the cold air whipping past us, his breath was hot against my ear. "You okay?" he asked as we hit a particularly rough patch.
"More than okay," I gasped, and it was true. The adrenaline, the speed, the feeling of being completely encased by Connor's strength and protection—it was everything.
When we finally came to a stop in a spray of snow, I was breathless and flushed, and not just from the cold. Connor's hands lingered on my waist as he helped me up, his touch burning through layers of winter clothing.
"Good?" he asked, his voice rougher than usual.
"So good," I managed, my legs wobbling slightly.
Around us, the other couples were having similar moments. Jax was holding Estelle close, both of them breathing hard and staring at each other with heat. Adrian and Isla were still laughing, but their eyes held promises that made me blush just witnessing them.
The crowd of onlookers had grown, families and couples drawn by the spectacle of three crazy looking couples making tobogganing look like…this.
"They make it look so easy," one woman sighed to her husband.
"Easy isn't the word I'd use," her husband muttered.
"One more run?" Adrian suggested, though his voice was strained with the effort of maintaining control.
Connor's hand was warm and possessive on my back as he guided me toward our room back in the cabin, the tension from the tobogganing still crackling between us.
The cabin's hallways were dimly lit with soft Christmas lights, making everything feel warm and cozy.
"Come on, sweet girl," he murmured, his voice rough in that way I knew. "Let's get you warmed up."
Our room was perfect—rustic and cozy with exposed wooden beams and a massive stone fireplace already crackling with flamesbehind a safety screen.
Floor-to-ceiling windows offered a breathtaking view of snow-laden pine trees, their branches heavy with fresh powder that caught the last rays of fading daylight. French doors also led to a private balcony covered in a bed of snow.
Toffee, who’d claimed the center of the king-sized bed, shot up instantly, lacing between our legs and strutting out the door.
A minute later, a loud“AWWW come here, my little Christmas prince,”sounded through the upstairs hall, making it clear where my cat had ended up.
"Spoiled," Connor chuckled, but his attention was entirely focused on me as he closed the door behind us with a soft click.
The sudden privacy made my breath catch. We were alone, really alone, for the first time since arriving at this winter wonderland.
I settled onto the plush couch positioned perfectly in front of the fireplace, sighing contentedly as the heat began to seep into my bones. The flames danced and crackled, painting everything in festive light I’d never experienced before.
"That feels amazing," I breathed, already reaching for the hem of my damp sweater.
“You're shivering," Connor observed, his hands immediately going to the zipper of my snow jacket. "Let's get these wet clothes off you."
His hands replaced mine, fingers trailing fire across my skin as he slowly peeled away layers of winter clothing. The thermal shirt came off next, then my snow pants, each piece removed slowly, making my pulse race and my core throb with need.
"You have no idea," he murmured, his dark eyes drinking in every inch of my exposed skin like he hadn’t seen it a hundred times, "how hard it was to keep my hands to myself on that hill. Feeling your little ass pressed against my cock..."
"Really?" I whispered, suddenly hyperaware of the predatory way he was looking at me, wild and entirely his to devour.
"Every bump, every turn," he continued, his large hands skimming over my shoulders, my breasts, my trembling thighs. "Your body moving against mine, making me so fucking hard I thought I'd lose my mind."
I watched, burning, as he stripped off his own layers. The firelightcaught the tattoos covering his muscled arms, black ink that wound around his biceps like shadows.
His chest was broad and powerful, rippling in places that spoke of a dangerous past, but reverent when he touched me with those massive, gentle hands.
When he freed his thick, heavy cock from his pants, already flushed dark red and leaking clear precum from the swollen tip, I bit my lip at the magnificent sight of him.
He was huge—many inches of thick, veined flesh that made my mouth water and my core clench with anticipation.
