On instinct, my fingers gravitate toward my clit, aching to add the tiny bit of extra pressure I need. Ledger intercepts my hand, stopping his movements and gripping my wrist as he pulls out and flips me to my stomach.
I land face-first into the pillow with a whimper. I try to bring my hands up on either side of the pillow for support, but it’s then I realize he has both of them pinned behind me. He’s got both of my wrists in one hand. The other lifts my hips until I’m on my knees, cheek still pressed against the pillow.
“That’s my job,” he growls, using his free hand to reach under my hips and smooth down my lower abdomen until his middle finger presses ruthlessly against my overly-sensitive clit.
I can feel the pool of wetness building just beneath his touch as a result of how natural and instinctive he is with my body. It’s like he’s studied maps of my anatomy for years, dedicating every curve and pressure point to memory for the day he has a chance to touch me.
The position change makes the surface of my skin burn with anticipation, and I desperately push back against him.
“I want you to come apart on my cock,” he says, pausing to lift one leg so that his foot is flat on the bed next to me. He thrusts inside me once again and then continues. “But you can touch yourself next time. This time, I want to feel it all for myself.”
Next time.
I sigh, letting every tense muscle that I’ve been clenching up until now relax into the blissful notion that he can’t stop thinking about doing this again.
Next time.
The borderline cocky cadence in his words in combination with three more punishing thrusts and his circling fingers do me in. I turn my face, trying to muffle the sound.
“Scream my name all you want, Iz,” Ledger growls from behind me. “We’re in the middle of nowhere. No one gets to hear you but me.”
It’s too late, and I barely hear his discernible words as I ride out my orgasm with my face in the pillow, savoring every single delightful surge and the aftershocks that follow.
Eventually, I lift my head the best I can, considering my hands are still trapped behind my back. He loosens his hold as I attempt to pull them apart. Just when I regain control of my upper body, Ledger pulls away and flips me back to our original position.
I feel weightless as he maneuvers me so effortlessly. He settles quickly between my thighs, crashing his lips to mine and pushing back inside me at the same time.
The last few lingering waves of my orgasm find new life, ramping up intensity as he finally jerks his hips with his own release.
Our lips stay locked until we finally have to come up for air. I nuzzle my nose into his neck while he buries his face in my hair, trying to catch his breath.
“You,” he says gruffly between heavy exhales, “are fucking perfect.”
Ledger is growling in my ear that I’m perfect while his dick is literally still hard and fully inside me. I haven’t even stopped trembling yet from that life-altering orgasm, for crying out loud.
I almost laugh at how unbelievably dreamlike it all is.
Thinking about his words, I realize the weight behind them. He’s not a lovey dovey guy by nature. I don’t think he spews sweet nothings out of habit. What he said holds an honesty that brings a blush to my cheeks. My eyes close, and I press my lipstogether, wondering if this thing between us is as good as I think it is or if there are levels to my delusion.
Chapter Seventeen
Izzy
In the last few days,I’ve slipped through the cracks of reality. What started as a blizzard hitting the mountain that my car decided to break down on . . . has ended in a blur of unexpected passion.
Standing on his front porch, shifting my gaze between the view down the driveway and his tall frame leaning against the door, it feels like I’m coming up for air. My mind has finally cleared along with the winding roads in this wilderness, but it’s no longer escaping back to my lonely life that I’m focused on. It’s figuring out a scenario in which I could come back to this place. Come back tohim.
I turn my head, slowly surveying the heavy snow-capped tree branches shimmering in the morning light. The landscape is vast but feels more personal and homey on Ledger’s little piece of land. He’s lucky to have it. I’d be so happy coming home to a place like this.
As much as I’d like to blame the beauty and comfort of this place for why I’d like to come back, I think it has more to do with the man who’s got one boot crossed over the other, and his shoulder braced against the doorjamb behind me. I laughthrough my nose and realize how slightly deranged that thought seems.
“Ready?”
No.
“Sure,” I reply with a closed-lip smile.
Ledger loads my things in the backseat of his truck. I slide into the passenger side, reflecting on the last time I found myself in this seat.
