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So freaking hot.
“We can lay our clothes out there.” He gestured to the floor, standing to his feet as he began to unbutton his jeans.
“Are you seriously getting naked right now?” I gasped, my eyes going wide. “I don’t think...”
“Relax, I’m not gettingallthe way naked. Also, you should try it—it’ll dry those clothes. You don’t have to get all the way, either. I’ll grab a blanket for you.”
I nodded as he stripped his jeans the rest of the way off, revealing toned legs and black boxer briefs. He didn’t seem to be bothered in the slightest being half-naked in front of me, though he didn’t linger long before disappearing into what I presumed was the bedroom.
I stood to my feet in his absence, pulling my tank top over my head. I ignored the nervous sensation tingling through my body as I did so. My black lace bra wasn’t nearly as wet as the tank top, so peeling it off was a relief. Carefully, I undid the snap on my jeans, sliding the soaked denim down. My matching underwear was cut high, exposing most of my butt.
I should’ve gone with the granny panties.
I bent over, shoving my jeans the rest of the way down and stepped out. However, as I lingered there, pulling off my wet socks, I felt eyes on me. I stood upright immediately, spinning around to see Wade standing in the opening of the living room, his eyes raking over my body. A jitter of arousal flickered in my lower stomach as our eyes locked. He had a blanket in his arms, but he made no movement toward me.
“My jeans were soaked,” I choked out as I made the first move in his direction. He stood still as I approached him, our eyes still holding each others.
“Mine were really wet, too.” His voice came out husky as my fingers brushed the soft flannel blanket.
Maybe it was the whiskey or maybe it was his Texas drawl, but I couldn’t stop myself from brushing past the end of the blanket to his chest, testing the waters. Sure, he was an asshole...
But how often did a woman get stuck in a cabin with onethishot?
His breath hitched in a way that confirmed the tension, and his eyes lit up as he tossed the blanket onto the couch. With newly free hands, he ran them down my sides, burning up my bare skin.
“This isnotwhat I intended when I said to strip down,” he murmured, stopping at the top of my hips. “I don’t want you to think that it was.”
“I don’t think that it was...” my voice trailed off as I took a step back, rejection panging in my chest. “I don’t think that at all.”
Before I could step all the way back, he reached for me, grabbing my waist and bringing me back to his body—allthe way to his body. His erection pressed against my lower stomach, and just knowing he wasthatturned on by me only excited me further.
“You started this,” he growled before lacing his fingers through my hair and bringing my lips to his. In a purposeful kiss, I parted my lips for his, already loving the whiskey in his mouth. The way he dove his tongue right into my mouth was hot andsexy, possessing every inch as if it was his own. I brushed my fingers down his sides, enjoying everything out of the warmth and tightness of his body. He wrapped his arm around my waist and spun me, backing me right into the bedroom.
I let out a startled cry as he broke away from me, tossing me onto the full-sized bed in the center of the room. He looked at me with a hungry expression, and I couldn’t help but tease him, unhooking my bra and letting my breasts drop free.
“You don’t hold back, do you?” He dared me with those deep gray eyes. I gave him a wicked smile as he dropped his boxer briefs, tossing them onto the floor. He lunged for my legs, going straight for my panties. He pulled them off, leaving the both of us now completely bare.
“Come get me,” I teased, raising an eyebrow at him as he climbed onto the bed above.
He let out a satisfied groan, leaning over and taking my lips with his for a split second before trailing off down my neck. He stopped at my chest, sucking my erect nipple into his mouth. I let out a moan as pleasure burst through my body at the stimulation, moisture spilling from between my legs.
Wade brushed his fingertips down my abdomen before reaching my center. He didn’t even hesitate, feeling the wetness for himself and groaning out as he began to stimulate me.
“You’re already so wet for me,” he paused, meeting my eyes for a moment.
“Must be the whiskey,” I shot back at him, just to be snide. He shook his head, and suddenly and without warning, slipped two fingers inside me. I let out a cry, my eyes closing as I nearly came just at the dirty trick. My hips bucked against him as he reached my G-spot, and his mouth sucked my breast back into his mouth.
My hands flew over my head, bracing against the bed as my back arched in arousal, all my lower muscles tensing. I had never been brought so quickly to orgasm, and when I reached my peak, I cried out, my legs trembling around his hand. He lifted himself up and off me, reaching across to the nightstand on the other side of the bed. He pulled open the drawer, shuffling through the contents. His tip teased my wet entrance, and I fought the urge not to just jump right on his dick.
I waited.
He leaned back, ripping open the condom and stretching it across his thick shaft. “God, I can’t wait to feel that tight pussy of yours,” he growled, positioning himself between my legs. His face filled with pleasure as he eased inside me, moving inch by inch.
A moan escaped my lips as he filled me entirely, his body resting against mine. He leaned over me, his lips catching mine as he began to move, grinding his body against mine. I threaded my fingers through his hair, squeezing the tuffs of dark hair as his speed intensified. I could hardly breathe as arousal built all over again in my core, threatening to erupt in a second orgasm.
Something about the man set me on fire.
“You feel so fucking good,” he groaned, releasing my lips and straightening. He grabbed my hips firmly before slamming into me with a vigor that I knew would lead him right over the edge...
