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“I can’t breathe.”
4
JAKE
Mallory is dangerous.
I suspected it from the moment I spotted her in my bedroom doorway last night. I was too tired to give it any serious consideration then. But now that I’m rested, there’s no denying the sizzling chemistry that crackles in the air between us. It’s potent.
Touching her was a mistake.
But dammit, I couldn’t let her fall through my living room window. For once, it wasn’t the repair that concerned me the most. It was the idea of her getting hurt. Mallory. A stranger whose last name I don’t even know. An Air B&B guest my sister booked. Except … Kristi was obviously playing matchmaker. Had no fucking clue she was any good at it… I shake away the intrusive thought, reminding myself I’m better off alone.
“Sorry about—” Mallory doesn’t get to finish her apology—not that it’s exactly her fault that she fell on my face. God damn the scent of her even through those leggings is intoxicating—
I’m vaguely aware of a sweet aroma coming from the kitchen. Well, that and the oven timer is beeping relentlessly. “Cinnamon rolls?”
“It’s nothing fancy—”
“They’re my favorite food group.”
We lock gazes across the cabin and share a quick smile. My dick twitches against my zipper at the way such a simple movement of her lips seems to illuminate her entire face. Like a brilliant, sexy glow. For a brief moment, I envision those lips wrapped around my cock. Her golden locks of hair fanned in my lap as she sucks me into oblivion—
“Good.” She breaks eye contact, but the dirty fantasy doesn’t go away. “Because I brought half a dozen tubes of them. Guess they’ll be yours now.” She flickers her gaze back to mine, but the carefree look is gone. “Unless you’ve changed your mind about booting me out on Christmas Eve.”
“Christ,” I mutter into my hands as I rub them over my face. I forgot all about taking her into town. Hell, I forgot it was Christmas. My determination to spend it alone is wavering. Which is why I need to get my ass in gear. “I need a shower. Be ready in twenty minutes.”
I turn on my heel so I don’t have to see the disappointment in her soft blue eyes. Or maybe she’s shooting laser beams of fire at me. Either one could be enough to break me, so I shove the bedroom door closed behind me, allowing it to slam. Just in case she got any ideas earlier.
But the victorious feeling is fleeting. The fucking bedroom smells like a flower-filled meadow. My bed is made, but it’s all too easy to imagine her sleeping between my sheets. Those bare legs caressed by the Egyptian cotton. My dick throbs painfully against my zipper, begging for some relief.
In the shower, I close my eyes as the hot stream of water runs over my body. The aches from a long drive and sleeping on a stiff couch are of little concern against the incessant pressure of my raging hard on. I press both a hand and my forehead against the tile, certain the curvy beauty was naked in here too.
I stroke my cock, no longer fighting the lustful, pornographic film that plays in my head. Mallory riding my cock on the bed, her tits bouncing hard each time our thrusts meet. Her moaning my name as I thumb her clit. The silky, tight feel of her pussy wrapped around my dick.
I come quickly. Hard. My knees nearly buckle at the sheer force of it. My palm slips from the tile, knocking over a shampoo bottle and some other shit. I’m panting too heavily to give a shit what I might’ve broken.
“Jake?” Mallory’s angelic voice calls through the bathroom door. “You okay?”
“Fine,” I growl.
“You sure?”
“Yes, sweetheart. I’ll be ready in ten.” Except driving her to town is the last thing I want to do. The way she moaned when she fell on my face leads me to believe this attraction is not one-sided. But I’m not trying to scare the poor woman. Which is why the sooner I get her out of my cabin and out of my life, the better.
“About that,” she calls through the door while I lather myself in soap. I can’t help the flutter in my chest that feels like … hope. Shit. “I don’t think we’re going anywhere. There’s a lot of snow—”
“I have four-wheel drive, sweetheart.”
“I don’t think that matters.”
I quickly rinse off, cut the water, and wrap a towel around my waist. The only window in the bathroom is a narrow, frosted one near the ceiling to allow in natural light. I can’t see shit out of it.
When I open the door, Mallory nearly falls through it. She catches the door frame with one hand, but the other slaps against my dripping chest. Along with her cheek. I feel the blood pumping through my cock. God dammit I know it’s been a while, but this is ridiculous.
“Sorry,” she says in a throaty whisper, lifting her gaze up to mine. “There’s, uh, a lot of…a lot…of…” The bathroom light flickers and dies. “Snow. It’s a snowstorm.”
I should get dressed and check on the generator. I should get my ass outside and see how bad this storm really is. But in this moment, I can’t seem to tear my gaze away from Mallory’s lips. Do they taste like frosting with a hint of cinnamon? I want so badly to find out.
