Page 19 of A Runaway Bride For Christmas
His eyes are hooded in the dark. There’s a hunger in his gaze that matches my own.
“I’ve never been with a man before,” I tell him. “But I want to be with you.”
He groans at my words and pulls me close. Our bodies press together, and it’s a tender moment.
“I want to be with you too, Allie.”
I stop his words with a kiss, impatient to ease the ache that’s building in my core. I take his hand and slide it under the bulky ski suit and over my damp panties, emboldened by adrenaline and wanting to show him how much I need him.
Hans groans and lunges forward, pushing me to the blanket and onto my back as he moves on top of me. I gasp as he pins me to the blanket, one hand on the mound between my legs.
“You’re wet for me already,” he growls. “Good girl.”
I love the praise on his lips, and I arch into his hand. He presses his palm to me and moves it in small circles that touches my sensitive nub.
“Hans…” I moan his name, and it sounds so right on my lips. His mouth crashes into mine as his fingers slide into my panties.
There’s heat everywhere, from his kiss from his hand and from his hard body pressing down on me. I writhe and moan, not able to get enough of him.
This is what I’ve dreamt about for two years. This is what I saved myself for.
I’m panting hard as Hans gives me everything I need. His finger slides inside me and I cry out, the sound echoing off the hillside.
“That’s my girl,” Hans says in a husky voice. “Make some noise, Allie. There’s no one here but us.”
He slides another finger in, and it’s almost too much. I buck against him and his palm presses down, building the friction.
“Hans…” I whine. “I’m going to…”
My words turn to a cry as the orgasm explodes inside me. My body lifts off the ground, and my spirit soars up to the stars. My vision blurs until all I see above me are shooting stars flying through the night sky.
“Hans!” I cry his name into the night, needing an anchor to come back to.
It feels as if minutes go by before I float back down to earth.
Hans sits up watching me, the look of hunger still on his face.
“That was…” Amazing, incredible, the best feeling I’ve ever experienced? Words don’t seem enough. What I just felt was an out of body experience where I became one with the mountain and with the man in front of me. But I can’t tell him that. It’s too much. Too many feelings.
Instead, I smile lazily and kiss him deeply.
“I’m not done with you yet, Allie,” Hans growls. “Get that ski suit off.”
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HANS
Allie looks radiant in the moonlight. Her face is flushed from her orgasm and the musky scent of her arousal mingles with the pine, making my blood run hot.
My cock’s as hard as stone, and I can’t get out of my ski pants fast enough. I tug Allie’s off, and then we’re in nothing but our t-shirts and underpants. The cool air nips at my bare skin, but it’s not enough to cool the heat that’s raging inside me.
I’m on fire for this woman, and nothing but full possession will douse the flames.
I pull Allie to her feet and pull the t-shirt over her head. Allie gasps as the cold hits her skin, but I don’t give her time to get chilly. I unclasp her bra and her breasts spill out, perfect pale globes, luminescent in the moonlight.
My arm goes around her, shielding her from the cold while my mouth glides over her breasts. Her nipples harden under my tongue as I nip and suck, tugging at the hard pebble with my teeth.
“So responsive,” I whisper.
