Page 44 of An Undisputed Christmas
Her white lingerie was soaked now, the sheer fabric clinging to every curve and leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination.
I could see her nipples peaking against the cold, could see the way her chest rose and fell with each rapid breath.
The moment came when she hesitated just a fraction too long, torn between two escape routes.
I pounced, vaulting over the SUV's hood like an animal and tackling her into the soft snow drift beside the vehicle.
We went down in a tangle of limbs and breathless laughter, her squeal of surprise turning darker as I pinned her beneath me.
The snow was shockingly cold against our overheated skin, but neither of us cared.
"Caught you," I growled against her ear, my weight keeping her trapped while I savored the feeling of her body beneath mine.
"Adrian," she gasped, and I could hear the arousal in her voice despite the cold making her shiver.
I hauled her up against the SUV's side, pressing her back against the icy metal. She whimpered at the contact, the cold surface making her arch into my burning chest.
"Cold?" I asked with mock sympathy, my hands roaming over her soaked lingerie.
"Yes," she whispered, but her eyes were dark with desire.
"Remember the last time I had you pressed against a vehicle?" I murmured, my mouth finding the sensitive spot below her ear. "You were so scared, so vulnerable. But look at you now—my brave little angel, taking everything I give you."
Her response was a shuddering breath that had nothing to do with the temperature.
I spun her around in one motion, pressing her front against the SUV while I positioned myself behind her.
The contrast was incredible—her burning skin against the frigid metal, my heated body providing warmth at her back.
"This is so much better than last time," I continued, my hands finding the remaining ribbons around her waist and pulling them free. "Now you want everything that’s going to happen to you.”
"Yes," she breathed, the word misting in the cold air. “I want you.”
She was such a good girl, begging so prettily.
My left hand found her throat, fingers wrapping around the delicate column in a possessive hold that made her gasp and arch against me.
With my right, I traced the curve of her spine down to the swell of her ass, savoring every shiver and whimper my touch drew from her.
“I’m gonna take you right here," I growled against the shell of her ear, my breath creating a cloud of steam that mingled with the falling snow. "Going to fill every part of you under these Christmas lights."
My fingers traced the curve of her hip before sliding between her legs, finding the slick heat that betrayed just how much our chase had affected her.
Even in this frigid cold, she was molten for me—wet and ready and absolutely perfect.
I pushed two fingers deep inside her pussy, groaning at the tight grip of her walls around my digits.
The contrast was shocking—her scorching interior while the winter air bit at every other inch of exposed skin.
"Fuck," I breathed, curling my fingers to find that spot that made her cry out. "You're soaked, angel. Dripping for me even in this freezing cold."
Her response was a broken whimper as I began pumping in and out of her, thumb finding her swollen clit and circling it with just enough pressure to make her legs shake.
The wet sounds of my fingers moving inside her, mixed with her gasps, created a symphony that was better than any Christmas carol.
I could feel her building, her inner walls starting to tighten around my fingers as I added a third digit, stretching her wider. Her hips rolled against my hand, chasing the friction she craved.
“Good girl,” I encouraged, increasing the pace of my fingers while my thumb worked her clit mercilessly. "Let the whole mountain know you're mine.”
