Her pupils are dilated, and I can’t even see the color of her eyes. Her chest is rising in rapid movements, pressing into me with every breath. We’re so close that when she licks her lips, her tongue accidentally touches my lower lip. It’s been many-many years since anyone did that. Many years. Besides that one kiss on the bridge…
My mouth falls open slightly, and she launches for it. Her lips cover mine, and her tongue darts inside my mouth without giving me half a second to think. Her tongue is hot. It touches mine but not timidly, no. It touches the same way she fights—angrily, passionately, and with no restraint.
One of my hands is still holding her hand between us, and I drop it. Instead, I let it snake to her back, pressing her small body into mine. This ridiculous coat is in the way, so I get rid of it in a second without breaking the kiss.
The sensation is too strong. The reaction of my body is unpredictable. It’s taut with anticipation and desire. My dick is hard in an instant, forgetting all the problems we’ve been having. My hands are shaking as I grab her ass and lift her up, encouraging her to wrap her legs around me.
And she does just that. Her strong thighs squeeze my torso while her fingers dig into my neck with the faintest feeling of pain. Her tongue is ruthless. It takes no prisoners as she explores my mouth. To be honest, I’m so out of the game, I’m embarrassed. I don’t remember how to kiss. I don’t remember how to do it right for her, but I want to hear her mew with desire.But judging by her grinding her pussy over my stomach, she’s getting what she wants anyway.
When she bites my lower lip, all common sense leaves my head, and all the blood officially rushes south. I angle my face to kiss her deeper and follow the feeling. She lets out a low moan and arches her body into mine. I squeeze her ass and start moving her over my hard dick, and even through my pants, I feel how hot she is. As I squeeze her harder, she lets her head fall back. Her mouth is slightly ajar, her cheeks are dark pink, her breathing shallow. Her fingers move from my neck and dig into my shoulders, using them for leverage.
She’s constantly licking her lips, and every time her little tongue plays peekaboo, my cock gets harder. When her fingers squeeze my shoulders tighter, I know it’s time. I bring my mouth to her neck and bite it while increasing the tempo.
And she comes apart. I watch her teeth sinking into her lower lip, silencing the moan that was about to escape. It’s enough for me.
And I reach the finish line, jerking my hips while moving her over myself.
Her head falls on my shoulder, and a sense of dread descends upon me.
I just fuckin’ humped Alex’s sister. My brother from the service. We don’t fuckin’ do that. I humped Kenneth’s sister, the one man who seems to get me. I humped the woman who’s been haunting me since the moment she found me on that fuckin’ bridge. The same person whose light draws me like a damn moth. What the fuck did I do?
I slowly let her down to the floor. Her legs are still shaky, so I hold her elbow until she’s stable again. She regains her composure, completely avoiding my eyes. Good—we’re on the same page. It’s easier this way.
“That should have never happened.”
“Tell me about it,” she mumbles under her breath, clearly not intending for me to hear. “Like I need another problem right now.”
That nips at me. “What other problems do you have?” I didn’t mean to sound like a total ass, but it came out that way anyway. I genuinely want to know what bothers her so much, and besides that, I still remember the text she received at dinner and the worry that came over her face. But of course, around her, my ability to speak normally evaporates, and I come out sounding like a complete tool.
Sending me a stink eye, she goes to the sink to wash her hands. Making a dramatic show out of it, she silently shakes her hands and goes to dry them with the towel. It all takes a good two minutes, and I nearly laugh. Which, of course, would probably earn me another beating with the pan.
Trying to shift her attention to something other than hating me, I decide to go with a safer choice. “I’m gonna go get your stuff from the car. What do you need from there?”
She finally meets my eyes, instantly forgetting. “What do you mean?”
“I mean,” I point at the window, “it’s going to snow your car in soon, and I wouldn’t be able to get anything out of it.”
“Oh.” Her mouth forms an O, and my eyes instantly dart to it.
Fuck it.
“My duffel bag, please.”
“Alright.” I nod. “Wait here.”
“It’s not like I can go anywhere.”
Another grumpy mumble makes me almost smile. Almost.
“That you can’t,” I say with a sigh, and she shoots me an angry glare.
Barely containing laughter, I put my warmer jacket and snow glasses on.
Outside, I take a deep, cleansing breath and look up at the sky. The storm won’t be stopping anytime soon. And I mean a couple days, for sure. Down the road, off the mountain, it’s not as severe, but here it can get bad, and no one will be cleaning the roads until it’s done. I had a plow come here yesterday to clear everything before I came back, but he’s not coming again until the main road is clean.
And that’s precisely why I’m here. That was my plan—to be alone and snowed in without anyone knowing where I am.
And she ruined everything. Again. I think I’m beginning to understand that that’s my problem with her, besides the obvious issue of blood rushing south every time she’s around.
