Last Name - Dr. Rebecca Sharp Page 0,42
as I devoured the happy resignation in her kiss.
The implications of what we chose—how we found each other—might seem like a risk, but how we felt and the desire between us was the surest bet I’d ever made.
And I told her that with each demanding stroke of my tongue, marking a mouth that I’d known for some time now was already mine.
Her arms wrapped around my shoulders and my hands dropped down to sink into the soft curves of her ass that I’d been admiring for the last mile and a half. As I pulled her against me, we moved backward until her back was against a tree supporting the wooden railing of the viewpoint.
A ragged groan tore from my chest as she lifted her legs around my waist, pinning my aching cock right against her hot pussy.
The water from the falls intensified every sensation. The water cold except for where we touched—except for where our need heated burned every molecule. The swishing sound of its crash blotting out the rest of the world into a white-hot noise that made each little moan of hers the only thing I could hear.
And, as I tore into the warm haven of her mouth, the forceful drop of the waterfall paled in comparison to the desire rushing from us.
Powerful. Breathtaking. Unstoppable.
“Fuck,” I groaned. “We have to stop.”
She choked and gasped, “W-What? Why?”
“Because, gorgeous, I already pushed my luck once making you come, out in the middle of nature where anyone could interrupt,” I said with a low voice. “I’m not going to risk any interruption of my cock being inside you, Mrs. Arden.”
To make my point, I rubbed the thick length of my erection against her, making us both hiss with pleasure.
She wiggled against me and replied with a voice that was low and needy. “Then take me home, Mr. Arden.”
Possessive triumph made me want to explode. Desire for everything about her—and this—made me want to slow down every fucking moment and make it last as long as possible.
Carefully setting her legs back down, I reached up and gripped her chin, claiming one more hard kiss to last me until we made it to my car and replied, “Yes, boss.”
James turned onto a private drive not far from Emerald Bay State Park. The house waiting at the end wasn’t as massive as where Lars and the families were staying, but it was more than impressive.
The cabin-styled estate was framed with rich wood and large windows, giving it the air of a home built by Mother Nature herself as it blended in with its surroundings.
I kept my gaze focused out the window, trying hard to control just how badly I wanted him even when all he was doing at the moment was holding my hand across the center console.
“Home.”
The single word with its sole syllable rolled around in my chest like the dials on a slot machine. So much possibility contained in such a small statement.
“Did you buy this?”
“Not yet,” he replied, making my head swivel to look at him for more explanation. “It was for sale, but I convinced the owners to rent it for me for the short term while I settled everything with the hotel.”
My breath caught. “You were planning on leaving.”
He pulled into the garage and shut his SUV off before capturing my gaze and answering honestly, “I was planning on getting the hotel stable with the belief that I’d then move on to another hotel… another investment. So yes, I was planning on leaving.” His grip tightened and he pulled my hand up to his mouth, planting a kiss on my palm. “But that was before I realized I had a reason to stay.”
My heart stumbled and lodged in my throat.
“James—”
“Inside,” he demanded hotly, desire burning violently in his gaze.
Need coiled in my stomach as he led me through the house, promising a real tour of the open-concept, massive chalet later.
“God, I want you,” he growled as soon as we made it to the bedroom, the door closing as he pushed my back up against it.
And there it was—that raw and savage need that had us going at it against an outhouse and in front of a waterfall. Pieces felt distantly familiar to that night in Vegas, but it was like walking in the dark down a path you knew—familiar yet traveled, with the anticipation that it was something new.
His mouth ravaged mine.
Tongue and teeth scoring every inch, triumphantly savoring his claim. And this time, my own reservations didn’t