Page 25 of Mistletoed with the Mountain Man
The kiss is hard and demanding.
And so damn hot.
His hands find my hair, yanking out the elastic until the bun collapses and blonde waves tumble free. "Better," he mutters against my lips. "So much better."
I claw at his flannel shirt, popping buttons in my haste. I need to feel his skin…see those tattoos, and those piercings that have been haunting my dreams.
My hands find his belt.
"Nia." He catches my wrists, pinning them above my head with one hand. "Bedroom. Or I'm going to take you right here against this wall, and baby, you deserve better than that for our first time."
The dominance in his voice makes my knees weak. "Okay."
He releases my wrists only to scoop me up, carrying me toward the stairs. I wrap my legs around his waist, kissing his neck, finding the spots that make him curse.
"You're trouble," he says, shouldering open the door to his room.
"You have no idea."
He drops me on the enormous bed, and I bounce once before he's covering me, his weight pressing me into the mattress. His hands go to my shirt, ripping it open.
"This outfit," he says, pushing the fabric off my shoulders. "Made me want to mess you up even more." His mouth descends to my neck and collarbone. "Made me think about bending you over that dining room table. Pulling your hair. Making you mine ineveryway."
I arch into him, gasping as his teeth graze my skin. "Kade?—"
"That's it. Say my name." He unhooks my bra with one hand. "Better yet, call me Officer again."
"Please, Officer," I breathe, and the sound he makes is pure animal.
He strips me efficiently—jeans, panties, everything gone until I'm bare beneath him while he's still fully clothed. The inequity should bother me. Instead, it makes me even wetter.
"Look at you," he murmurs, his hands roving over my body. "So goddamn sexy. I've been imagining this since the moment I saw you in that window."
I reach for his open shirt. "Then stop imagining and do something about it."
His eyes flash. "Careful what you wish for, Christmas angel."
He lifts up suddenly, and pulls me across his lap. I squeal, bracing myself with my hands against the bed.
"What are you?—"
SMACK.
The sharp sting on my ass makes me gasp. He soothes the spot with his palm, stroking my bare bottom…then does it again.
And again.
Just enough to send heat flooding through me, turning my brain to static.
"Is this okay?" He asks, voice rough. "You better tell me if it's not."
"It's—god, yes. Don't stop."
"Fuck, Nia." Another smack. "With that pretty little ass up in the air…you’re going to be the death of me."
After one more hefty spank, he kisses my ass cheek and rolls me back onto the bed.
I'm panting, flushed everywhere, and completely at his mercy.
