The Lucky in Love Collection - Lauren Blakely Page 0,167

a statue, I’m frozen, absorbing the moment. Vanessa undressing for me—that’s one hell of an answer.

I unfreeze and go from zero to sixty in seconds, shucking off my jeans.

“Come on. Hurry. I’m dying here,” she urges.

“I’m getting naked, woman. Give me a hot minute.”

She sits up, pulling on the cuffs of my jeans. “Faster, faster.”

I laugh as I tear them off, nearly tripping. She chuckles too, and it occurs to me that this could have been a supremely awkward moment. Or a weighty, silent one. It might also have been darkly clandestine. But it feels like us. Like two people who’ve known each other a long time, and who are doing the next natural thing.

I tug off my briefs, and when my dick is free, she stares hungrily, taking a deep breath. Then she murmurs something in her native tongue.

“Are you caught up in the moment?” I kneel in front of her, peeling off her black lace panties.

Then I’m the one caught up, because she’s fucking beautiful. One chestnut landing strip—otherwise, she’s bare. God, I want to taste her, eat her, devour her pussy. She’s so damn wet and slick.

“I’m so caught up in the moment,” she says, then eyes the condom. “Please.”

I roll it on then settle between her legs. And that’s when it hits me. Yes, we are still us, laughing, joking, teasing. But right now, we’re also something new entirely.

We’re lovers.

We’re not just friends, two people who’ve been in each other’s lives forever.

We’re a man and a woman, naked in the dark, and we’re going to be coming together. All that laughter and teasing slinks away as I place my hands on her thighs, spreading her open. “V,” I say, husky and low.

“Shaw.”

A groan echoes in my throat. “God, I want you so fucking much. I’m dying for you, baby. Just dying.”

“Me too. That’s what I was saying just now. I was saying how much I want you.”

I rub the head of my cock against her, and she bows her back, murmuring yes. She lets her knees fall apart.

I push in, sinking deeper, making contact with all that glorious heat, until I’m all the way in. And it’s electric. It’s intense. It’s fucking breathtaking.

I move in her, slowly at first, searching for her rhythm.

She slides her hands along my back, and I shudder. “Love that. Do that.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

She digs her nails in, and I pump harder, deeper. So deep she cries out, my name a long, carnal song on her tongue.

“Fuck, I love it when you say my name like that,” I whisper as I swivel my hips and drive into her.

“Shaw,” she murmurs. “I . . .”

I’m at a loss for words too.

Everything is sensation as I thrust.

Her wetness enveloping me.

Her soft flesh arching beneath me.

Her nails scoring my back.

Her hands gripping my ass.

Her breath coming faster.

It’s almost too much. My bones crackle, pleasure barreling through me on a mad dash for my groin. But that won’t do. I have one job—make her toes curl.

Gritting my teeth and fighting off the threat of my own orgasm, I hike up her hip, wrapping her leg around me, going deeper.

“So good, bunny. So fucking good.”

“Better than good.” Running her hands up to my hair, she wraps her fingers around my head, looking in my eyes. And we shift yet again. From friends to lovers to something more profound.

Yes, I’m fucking her.

Yes, it’s fantastic.

And yes, sex has been known to fry a man’s brain.

But this feels like a helluva lot more than a way to pass the time.

The sounds she makes unravel me. They make me burn everywhere with rabid lust. They turn my thoughts hazy.

She cries out, and then she does what she promised. She’s talking in Spanish, and I don’t know this language. But even I understand what she’s saying.

Oh God.

So good.

Yes.

Yes.

Yes!

I’m willing to bet the next one is something like this . . .

Coming!

Hottest sound ever. Her accent when she loses control, when she gives herself to pleasure, turns me on so much I can feel myself unraveling. She arches, shuddering, and I chase her there, groaning and growling until I reach my release, the snow a mad blur outside the windows, the world beyond the cabin spiraling away.

After, I need to know if we’re simply passing the time or if we’re starting something new. I want the latter. I want to start something with her and keep it going and going.

But when she lifts a brow and offers a suggestion for what’s next on the schedule,