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My hand reaches for her shoulder of its own accord. Mallory lifts her chin from my damp chest, flicking her gaze away for only a brief moment. When our eyes reconnect, the liquid heat in those soft blue eyes is radiant. My fingers slide up her neck and cup her cheek. She nods, giving me permission.
I tilt her face up and capture those sweet lips with mine.
5
MALLORY
My entire body melts when Jake kisses me. Any concern about the snowstorm or us losing power is but a distant, whispered worry. In this moment, there is only this kiss. This incredible meeting of hungry lips and dancing tongues. Never in my life have I been kissed quite so thoroughly. As if I’m a dessert to be devoured.
I moan as Jake’s hand slides onto my ass and squeezes, pressing me against him. The towel can’t hide what he’s feeling.
Daringly, I reach for his waist and slip my fingers inside the towel. It falls to the floor.
“Naughty girl,” he growls.
I wrap my hand around his impressive length, barely able to hide my gasp at his size. Too late now to play chicken because of the size of him. Besides, my dripping wet pussy doesn’t seem worried about being split in two. “Never said I was trying to be good this year.”
“You’re sure you want to do this?” Jake asks, his voice low and husky. Liquid heat drenches his dark eyes. My entire body tingles in anticipation. I never thought to ask Santa for a steamy encounter with a rugged stranger for Christmas, but he certainly gets points for this year’s gift.
This might be a dream—hell, with my luck, it probably is. If it’s not, come Christmas morning, I’ll likely never see Jake again. I ignore the soft but painful squeeze of my heart and start to stroke his length. “I’m sure.”
Jake’s rough, warm hands slip beneath my sweater and slide up. He leisurely undresses me, one piece of clothing at a time. The heat in his gaze alone might make me come. He doesn’t look at my curves like they’re imperfections that need correcting. “God, you’re beautiful.” He growls the words, somehow making their conviction that much stronger.
“I could probably lay off the cinnamon rolls—” I mean it as a joke, but his stern, disapproving expression shuts me up.
“Whoever put that crap in your head is a sorry piece of shit.”
He might think it’s an ex-boyfriend or ex-lover. But no. That prize goes to my narcissistic mother. “No arguments there,” I mumble as he backs me toward the bed. The back of my knees hit the mattress and I let myself fall back.
“I could spend hours exploring your body.” Jake steps between my legs, nudging my knees further apart. I can’t stop staring at his erect cock. I’m half terrified, half dying to feel him inside me.
“You might have hours.” I hook a thumb over my shoulder toward the bay window. “Snowstorm, remember?”
“Fuck,” he mutters. “I should check on the generator. It’s going to get cold in here quick.”
My jaw drops. “You’re really going to worry about a generator right now?”
He rubs a hand over the back of his neck, as if in debate. I lean forward, wrap my hand around his cock, and drag it to my mouth. I run the tip of my tongue around his swollen head. “The generator will still be there in an hour.”
Jake groans as he watches me lick his length. I have to admit, it makes me feel more powerful than I’ve ever felt in the bedroom before—and this man is a stranger. I reposition myself on the bed so I’m on my knees. The angle makes it easier for me to stroke him with one hand and cup his balls with the other.
“Fuck, Mallory,” he groans, fisting my hair. Wetness drips down my inner thighs. “You’re going to make me come.”
“That’s the plan,” I say, allowing my words to vibrate against his cock as he uses his hand to guide the thrusts. Just as I feel his cock start to pulse, he steps back out of reach.
“I can’t.”
“Can’t what?” I pout. I’ve never been into giving blow jobs, but with Jake, it’s turning me on.
“Can’t come before you do.” He gently pushes at my shoulders until I fall backward onto the bed. “That would be rude.” When I’m flat on my back, he kneels on the edge of the bed between my legs.
My nerves are a jumbled mess. It’s been ages since a man has gone down on me, and I’ve never once enjoyed it. But something about the eager look in Jake’s dark eyes promises my world is about to be rocked. My nipples pebble, and I can’t be certain if it’s the chilly air starting to seep through the cabin walls or how incredibly turned on I am.
Probably a little of both.
Jake hooks my knees over his shoulders and lowers his mouth to my core. His hot breath teases my most sensitive skin. I’ve never been this damn wet before. I’ve never ached so badly for a man—ever. I don’t try to rationalize why that is. This is a fling. Nothing more. We can’t possibly have a future together when we literally know nothing about one another.
But when his tongue starts to carve a path through my wet folds, I stop fighting all logical thinking. I surrender completely to sensation, promising myself I can sort this mess out tomorrow morning. Though I’m secretly hoping this storm sticks around for a few more days.
