Page 93 of The Holiday Heartbreaker

Because that just hadn’t been the focus of the relationship for her.

She skimmed her lips over his hard shaft, and he cursed, pushing his fingers through her hair. She took the broad tip of him into her mouth, and then sucked him in deep.

She was surprised how much it turned her on. His own response, the helpless groan that came from him, the way that he held tight to her hair. But also just... Him. The way he smelled, the way he tasted. She wanted everything. Absolutely everything. She worked him like that, bringing her hands in when her jaw began to ache, pleasuring him until he was swearing, until his hold on her hair was punishingly tight.

“Not yet,” he said, pulling her away from him and drawing her up his body. “Not like that. Not like that.”

“Well, someday like that.”

“Sure. We have two weeks. But that’s not how I need you right now.”

He positioned her over the blunt head of his arousal, and she rocked her hips back, sinking down slowly onto him, taking him inside of her inch by inch.

She let her head fall back, and she looked up at the stars, at the crisp white moon, everything so clear and bright and cold. The silhouettes of the pines an inky black against the velvet blue of that winter sky.

And Brody filled her. As the cold air filled her lungs.

She gripped his shoulders as she started to move her hips in rhythm with her desire.

She wanted this man. So much. And she was having him.

She was suddenly wholly in her body. In the moment.

Whatever else happened today didn’t matter. Only this. Only the way he made her feel. Only the way he amped up the desire in her. Because he did. And it was beautiful. Perfect. Just like him. She rode him until her thigh muscles started to shake, until her orgasm rolled through her like a thunderclap. Then he growled, holding on to her tightly, flipping their positions and laying her down on the soft blankets, positioning himself between her legs and thrusting back inside.

He went hard. Fast. She couldn’t catch her breath. It was glorious. The only sound was them and that clear quiet wilderness. Their need. Their desire. As if it was the only thing that mattered on earth. As if it was the only thing that was real. And everything else was a dream.

She felt a climax begin to build inside of her again. And she held on to his forearms, her fingernails digging into his skin as he roared out his release, the same moment she found hers.

“Brody,” she said, his name making it real. His name a spell. An incantation to keep the moment going. To make sure she didn’t have to be outside it.

She desperately didn’t want to lose this. Lose him. She desperately wanted it all. Everything. Everything.

He shifted, pulling one of the fuzzy blankets over the top of them, and holding her against him, kissing her head.

“We can’t fall asleep out here,” she mumbled. “Oh gosh. I would be a headline. ‘Single mom gets freaky in the backwoods and freezes to death after illicit romp.’”

“Would that be the headline?”

“Yes. Whenever possible, women are mothers in headlines.”

“Why do you suppose that is?”

“I don’t know. To make it matter more? To make people feel bad? In this case, it would be to make my actions all the more shocking. I clearly should never have done anything so irresponsible, since I have a child.”

“Well. For the next two weeks the only person you have to please is you. I promise I won’t let you freeze to death.”

“I appreciate that.”

“I try to be a considerate lover.”

“Keeping me from freezing to death really is expanding things.”

Her heart was beating so hard, like it was trying to jump out of her chest. She loved it. Loved this.

She held on to him for a moment, her hands pressed against his chest as their breathing returned to normal.

Then he kissed her on the top of the head, and sat them both up. “We better hunt for clothes, or we really are going to become a cautionary tale.”

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