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“Yes,” she whispers, “you do.”
She stretches her face to his and kisses him. Not the hesitant, questioning kiss of the morning, but something sure and deliberate. His hand comes up to cradle the back of her head, pulling her closer as he responds with equal fervor.
“Take me inside, MacDonald.” And so Jake does.
CHAPTER 28
NATALIE
They tumble through the front door, lips locked, hands roaming, lost in the heat between them. Snow-dusted boots are kicked off in a flurry. Gloves and hats are cast aside without a second thought. Jake turns and slams the door behind him, shutting out the winter chill that clings to their clothes. He barely has time to catch his breath before Natalie is on him again, her arms already circling around his neck and pulling him into a deep kiss, desperate to feel him closer.
“You’re freezing,” Jake growls, but the way his hands grip her waist, tugging her flush against him, betrays how little he cares. His fingers are rough, quick, yanking at the zipper of her jacket and peeling it off her shoulders. It hits the floor with a dull thud, followed swiftly by her flannel, the buttons popping open in his haste.
“You’ll warm me up,” Natalie gasps, pressing against him, her hands feverish as she tugs the hem of his hoodie over his head, then skims her fingers over the warm skin of his forearms and biceps. Heat radiates from his body from under his thin t-shirt, soaking into her as if he were setting her on fire from the inside out.
Jake groans as she rises onto her toes, kissing a slow path down his throat. His pulse pounds beneath her lips, his breath coming fast anduneven as his hands slide to the backs of her thighs. With one swift motion, he lifts her, and she wraps herself around him—legs locking around his waist.
He stumbles back, slamming into the wall with a grunt.
“Oh my god—are you okay?” Natalie gasps, breaking the kiss, alarm blooming across her face. Her hands cup his jaw, searching for signs of pain.
“I’m more than okay,” Jake growls, lips brushing hers with heat. “Don’t you dare stop.”
She laughs, breathless, and wriggles free, unhooking her legs and sliding to the floor. “Put me down. You’ll reinjure your ribs!”
Jake’s chest heaves, and for a moment he looks like he might actually listen. Then he catches her around the waist and pulls her against him, their bodies colliding in a rush of heat and need. The hardest part of him presses against her soft curves, and she lets out a sharp, surprised gasp.
“I’m fine,” he rasps, his mouth hot against her neck. “The doctor said I’m cleared for light activity.”
“This is not light,” she whispers as his teeth graze the curve of her collarbone. “We should slow down.”
But his hands are already sliding under her shirt, calloused fingers leaving trails of fire across her skin. The cold air clings to them, but it barely registers. The heat between them eclipses everything.
“Not a chance,” he murmurs, mouth finding hers again.
And then it’s all hands and mouths and tangled limbs. They strip away damp layers in a frenzy, the scent of pine and melted snow lingering on their skin, before it’s replaced by something deeper and more primal.
They fall onto the couch in a breathless heap, Natalie pulling Jake down with her. His hips grind into hers, the thick length of him pressing exactly where she needs it, drawing a low, helpless sound from her throat.
“I need you—” Natalie starts, but Jake silences her with his mouth, swallowing her words in a kiss so deep it leaves her dizzy.
Jake lifts her arms and strips off her camisole, tossing it behind him. Natalie arches beneath him, nails raking down his back as he drags hislips across her chest, her stomach, lower. She trembles, her body taut with anticipation, with need. Jake’s hands skim her thighs as he pressed a kiss to her hip, his breath hot against her skin.
He rears back, grasping her hips and lifting them gently, then peels her damp leggings down her firm thighs, leaving Natalie panting and shivering in anticipation in her black bra and panties. His eyes burn as they take in her flushed face, her lips swollen from his kisses, her dark hair fanned out around her. They track down the generous swell of her breasts and gentle roundness of her belly, feasting on her milky skin.
“You’re perfect,” he growls.
There is a gentleness to his touch as he slides his rough, callused hands up Natalie’s thighs, skimming over her stomach to her ribs and to the bottom swell of her breasts. He circles his hands behind her back and flicks open her bra, her breasts spilling out into the cool air.
He cups her smooth, milky skin, the rosy pink tips of her breasts hardening to an almost painful point. His fingers drag lazily over them before pinching each nipple between his thumb and forefinger, causing Natalie’s entire body to jolt and her hands to squeeze the backs of his thighs.
“You like that?” he rumbles.
He lowers his mouth to a breast, and the combination of his tongue and tug of his teeth causes Natalie to arch back, her hands moving up to tangle in his long golden hair.
“Oh my god, don’t stop,” Natalie pants, feeling the growing slide of wetness pool between her legs.
With a wicked smile, Jake renews his attention to her breasts with fervor, alternating between long, teasing licks and deep pulls that have Natalie writhing beneath him. His fingers drift down her stomach to her navel, then skim along the band of her simple black panties. He slides his fingers inside to her center with the lightest, softest touch, teasing her there.
