Page 4 of Mountain Man’s Holiday Home (Wildwood Valley Christmas #1)

HENDRIX

This was far from an ideal place for a woman’s first time, but Lainey wanted it. And I’d already figured out that whatever Lainey wanted, I was going to give her.

It was too cold to get fully naked, even in this room that was warmer than the rest of the building. I couldn’t lay her out and kiss her from head to toe, but there’d be time for that.

No way was I walking out of this woman’s life and never seeing her again. I’d find a way for us to be together, even if I had to move heaven and earth to do it.

But as my hands drifted up her bare back beneath her sweater, I knew I needed more. I wanted to touch her everywhere, learn every inch of her

“Turn around,” I said, forcing myself to stop kissing her.

When she looked up at me, those swollen lips and huge, trusting eyes went straight to my heart. But she stepped back and turned, facing the wall.

“Are you going to frisk me?” she asked, looking back over her shoulder teasingly.

“That’s exactly what I’m going to do,” I said.

I stepped up behind her and flattened my palms on her stomach beneath her sweater. After a brief hesitation, I slid them up over the curve of her waist.

She sighed and moved back into me as I lowered my head and planted kisses along her neck. She leaned to the right slightly, her eyes heavy-lidded, her lips slightly parted. I knew what she wanted.

This time, when my lips met hers, the kiss was sweeter, slower, but no less heated.

My focus was on exploring her as I cupped her breasts, feeling the hardened peaks of her nipples through the thin cotton of her bra.

Finally, I slid down the fabric of each cup, tucking the cloth underneath so I could have full access.

That was when she let out a moan that had me thinking I wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer. Especially when she arched her back and her ass slid along my length, forcing my raging erection to press painfully against my zipper.

She broke the kiss when my hands began working the fastener of her jeans.

My left hand remained over her breast, feeling her nipple against my palm.

At the same time, I lowered her zipper and slid my hand inside, going beneath the band of her underwear.

I slid downward until she voluntarily parted her legs, arching into me as though to encourage me to keep going.

A soft, broken sound escaped her lips, and I felt her entire body tighten beneath my hands.

I kept my rhythm steady—my thumb circling her clit, my palm massaging her breast—until the tension broke.

She cried out, a raw, beautiful noise that was swallowed by the rustling wind and the distant river, and her hips bucked as she came.

I held her through it, whispering into her hair. “That’s it, baby. I’ve got you. So beautiful.”

When her trembling subsided, I gently withdrew my hand. I fumbled for my wallet in my back pocket, my own fingers unsteady, and pulled out a condom packet. Her eyes were heavy-lidded and dazed, watching me over her shoulder as I shoved my jeans and boxers down just enough to free myself.

The air was cool on my heated skin, a sharp contrast to the fire in my veins. I sheathed myself quickly, the crinkle of the packet loud in our quiet bubble.

“Spread wider for me, sweetheart,” I said, my hands on her hips to guide her.

She did exactly that, and I wrapped one arm securely around her waist. The other hand guided the tip of my throbbing cock to her entrance. She was so wet, but so incredibly tight. I met her eyes as she looked back over her shoulder.

“Okay?” I asked.

She nodded, biting her lip. “Okay. Just…go slow.”

“I will. I promise.”

I pressed forward, a slow, inexorable inch. She gasped, a sharp intake of breath, and her hands came up to grip my arm wrapped around her.

I stilled, letting her adjust, my own body screaming at me to move. “Breathe, baby. Just breathe.”

She let out a shaky exhale, and her muscles relaxed minutely around me. I pushed deeper, a low groan tearing from my throat at the exquisite, hot feel of her surrounding me. “God, Lainey. You feel…unbelievable.”

“Hendrix,” she whimpered, but it wasn’t a sound of pain anymore. It was one of overwhelmed sensation.

I began to move, shallow strokes at first, each one taking me deeper than the last. The sounds were filthy and perfect.

The slick, wet slide of our bodies joining, our ragged breaths, the soft rustle of our clothes as we moved.

I held her tightly against me, my face buried in her neck, my arm a firm anchor across her stomach.

“You take me so good,” I grunted into her ear. “So perfect. My good girl.”

She whimpered, pushing her hips back against me, meeting my thrusts. “More…please, Hendrix.”

That was all the encouragement I needed. My thrusts became longer, deeper, setting a pace that was still gentle but now urgent, driven by a need I could no longer contain. I slid my hand from her stomach down, finding her clit again. She jolted as I touched her, a broken cry echoing around us.

“Oh, God…I can’t…it’s too much,” she sobbed, but her body was arching into my hand, begging for more.

“You can, baby. Come for me again. Come around my cock,” I urged her, my voice rough and strained. I circled her clit, matching the rhythm of my thrusts, feeling her inner muscles begin to flutter and clench around me. “That’s it. Let go. I’ve got you.”

Her second orgasm ripped through her with a force that stole the air from her lungs. She screamed my name, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure that echoed in the small clearing, and her body convulsed around mine, milking me, pulling me right over the edge with her.

My own release followed instantly, a blinding, white-hot wave that had me driving into her one last, deep time as I emptied into the condom with a guttural roar, my forehead dropping to her shoulder.

I supported her weight, both of us trying to remember how to breathe, our hearts hammering against each other’s ribs. After a moment, I gently turned her in my arms to face me and pressed a soft kiss to her damp temple.

“You okay?” I asked.

She nodded, a slow, dazed movement. “Yeah. I’m…yeah.”

After a few long minutes, I reluctantly pulled away to deal with the condom.

We dressed in a comfortable silence, our movements slow.

I couldn’t stop touching her—a brush of my hand against hers as I handed back her sweater, a kiss on her bare shoulder before she pulled it on.

She was glowing, her smile shy but radiant, and I knew I was probably wearing a matching silly grin.

We walked back to the truck hand-in-hand, the world feeling brand new. The air was sweeter, the stars were brighter. She leaned her head against my shoulder, and I kissed her hair, my heart feeling too big for my chest.

This was it. This was everything.

The gravel crunched under our boots as we approached the truck, the glow inside us so bright, I was surprised it didn’t light the path.

But then another vehicle pulled up, headlights sweeping across the gravel lot and blinding us for a second.

A familiar beat-up Ford pickup screeched to a halt right next to mine.

The driver’s door flew open, and Lainey’s hand tightened around mine like a vice, her entire body going rigid.

Because climbing out of the truck, his face a thundercloud of fury under the lot’s single security light, was Luca.

His gaze locked onto our joined hands, then lifted to meet my stare head-on.

His eyes were burning with a promise of pure violence.

My own blood went cold. The blissful afterglow evaporated, replaced by a cold, sharp dread. We were busted. And from the look on Luca’s face, he was about to make good on every single threat he’d ever made about anyone touching his little sister.

I was a dead man walking.