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She understood then the confused emotions I had over my dad because I loved him while a small part of me despised him as well. I didn’t doubt that was what she felt toward Ivy—the only family she had left.
The conflicted feelings I had toward my dad were why I didn't go into business with him when I got out of college. I'd wanted to make my own way. But that night in Alaska stuck with me. Those were the last words of advice he'd given. And for all the mistakes he'd made, he’d wanted better for me, and I couldn't find any fault with that. I hoped she had gained the same perspective with Ivy, but that was her battle, and I couldn't force any conclusions on her.
"I've told you a completely depressing story and driven you out into the dark woods. This would be the time for you to jump out and run screaming down the lane."
"I thought it was into the house to face the masked man with the knife. After all, I'm dressed appropriately for it." She tugged on her top.
"Sit for a moment?" I hopped out of the truck and went to her side. "I'll carry you in. No point in putting your jeans on now when I'm going to strip you out of them first thing."
12
WINTER
His hot eyes bored into mine, and suddenly I didn’t want to wait until we got into the house and wherever he wanted to take me. I wanted him now. I knew what it felt like when his end-of-the-day stubble rubbed against my thighs and how his fingers bit into my hips when he was losing control.
I knew how the skin drew tightly around his cheekbones, making his beautiful face appear harsh and fierce. I knew how the solid slide of his cock inside me made me want to scream.
I knew all of those things and wanted them right now.
Before he could reach for me, I grabbed his T-shirt and pulled. He stumbled forward, landing right between my legs. I wrapped my thighs around his waist and crushed my lips to his.
His mouth opened under mine, tasting of warmth and want and all the dreams I’d ever had. It took only a moment for him to control the kiss, to use his tongue to stroke mine into submission, to use his teeth to bite and his lips to soothe.
I gasped when he jerked my hips off the leather seat to ride that deliciously hard part of him that was trying to break out of his jeans. It felt even better when he tucked his hand into my panties to slick his fingers in the dampness he and I were creating together.
“Yes,” I moaned when his fingers found my clit and began circling it. “Right there.”
“You are lit up, baby.” His voice was part pride, part wonder.
“It’s you. All you,” I replied, but it was difficult to think because he’d abandoned my clit to slide two fingers inside me. Somehow in that one night he’d learned all my secrets. Or at least the easiest way to bring me off, such as sucking my neck right below the left ear or curling his fingers forward to rub against some mysterious spot inside me that made me shake from intense pleasure.
I threaded my hands into his hair and kissed him again. I rode his fingers as two became three. He held me in his embrace, one hand relentlessly working me while the other spanned my back, from the top of my butt to the middle of my spine. I barely noticed that he’d swung me out of the truck and begun walking toward the house.
“Hang on, baby,” he murmured huskily. I clung to him like a monkey and realized as he held me, how insanely strong he must be to hold me up with just one hand. The vision of him caging me between his arms and using both legs to drive deep inside me had me tightening around hi
s fingers.
“Oh no,” I panted and clenched my legs together when he slipped his hand out to tackle the lock.
“Hang on,” he repeated.
My heart was beating so hard and I was so wet and excited, I wondered if I could just rub myself off on his leg.
“Don’t you dare,” he threatened as if he knew what I was thinking. “I want to feel that sweet pussy of yours around my dick.”
“Then hurry,” I answered tartly.
“I am, goddammit.” He swore and then chuckled in relief when the door gave way. He stumbled inside the mudroom and landed on a bench. My legs automatically curled around his back as I sought relief only he could give me.
“Fuck,” he said. “I need to start living on my own.”
His broad hands pushed up my shirt until he could find my bare breasts.
“Why’s that?” I asked breathlessly as I clutched his head to my chest. He teased the taut nipples with light kisses.
“Because if I lived by myself, I could fuck you silly in this mudroom, but since my mother lives here and there’s no bigger boner killer than a mom walking in on her adult son, I’m going to gather what little strength I have in my legs and carry you upstairs to my bedroom where I can ravish you in peace.”
“If you insist,” I sighed dramatically because when he put it that way, I didn’t want to get caught by his mom either. We were too old for that nonsense.
