Page 22 of The Mountain Man's Fake Christmas Bride
"Smug is a good look on you," I manage, still breathless.
"You're a good look on me." He kisses me deeply, letting me taste myself on his tongue. "The best."
I wrap my legs around his hips, feeling his hardness pressing against me. "I want you inside me," I tell him, enjoying the way his eyes darken at my words. "Now."
He reaches into the bedside drawer, retrieving a condom. I take it from him, rolling it onto his impressive length withdeliberate slowness, enjoying the way his breathing hitches when I stroke him.
"Jen," he groans, the word half warning, half plea.
"Yes?" I ask innocently, continuing my teasing strokes.
In answer, he captures both my hands in one of his, pinning them gently above my head. "You're playing with fire."
"Maybe I like getting burned." I arch against him, feeling him slide against my wetness. "Especially by you."
Something flashes in his eyes, possessive and primal. "Mine," he growls, positioning himself at my entrance. "Say it."
The demand sends a thrill through me. "Yours," I agree, eyes locked on his. "And you're mine."
"Completely." He pushes in slowly, filling me inch by incredible inch. "All yours, Jen."
The stretch and fullness are exquisite, nearly overwhelming. When he's fully seated, we both freeze, adjusting to the sensation. His forehead presses against mine, our breathing synchronized, bodies connected as intimately as possible.
"You feel amazing," he murmurs, voice strained with the effort of holding still. "So tight. So perfect."
"Fuck me, Jared," I urge, rolling my hips. "Hard and deep."
He withdraws slowly, then drives back in with a control that makes me whimper. Each thrust is deliberate, calculated to hit exactly where I need him most. My nails dig into his shoulders as the pleasure builds again, faster and more intense than before.
"That's it," he encourages, pace increasing. "Take what you need. You look so beautiful like this, coming apart under me."
The combination of his words, his touch, and the delicious friction drives me higher. I wrap my legs tighter around him, changing the angle so he hits that perfect spot with every thrust.
"Jared," I gasp. "Right there. Don't stop. Please don't stop."
"Never." His voice is ragged, his rhythm faltering as his own control slips. "Come for me again, Jen. I want to feel you come around my cock."
The crude language from his usually controlled mouth pushes me over the edge. I shatter, crying out his name as pleasure crashes through me. He follows moments later, his release triggering aftershocks of my own.
We collapse together, breathing hard, limbs entangled. Jared rolls to the side to avoid crushing me, but keeps me close, his arms wrapped securely around my body. For several minutes, we just breathe together, coming down from the high, neither of us speaking.
Finally, I find my voice. "Well damn. Why didn't we do that sooner?"
His laugh rumbles under my ear. "Maintaining appropriate boundaries as my friend’s sister?"
"Overrated." I press a kiss to his chest, right over his heart. "Very overrated."
He tilts my chin up, his expression suddenly serious. "No regrets?"
"None." I meet his eyes steadily. "You?"
"Just one." At my questioning look, he smiles. "That we wasted a week not doing this."
I laugh, relaxing against him. "We have time to make up for it."
"We do." His arms tighten around me possessively. "Starting now."
He rolls me beneath him again, his recovery time impressive. "Round two already, Mountain Man?"
