Slowly, he trailed his hands under her flannel dress. Bridget inhaled sharply as he stripped off her tights and unbuttoned her shirt dress, revealing her creamy skin and lickable curves.
In a white lace bra and matching panties with the pendant twinkling in the dim light between her breasts, Bridget Dasher was the dirty angel he desired. He kicked off his boots, then whipped off his shirt and jeans. Her plump red lips parted as he slid her panties down her toned legs. Bathed in the glow of the lamp, he devoured her body with his gaze.
“You’re beautiful. You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he confessed.
She sat up, unhooked her bra, and dropped it onto the floor.
Her confidence was intoxicating. When she let the vixen out, there was no holding this woman back. Staring up at him, she held the angel pendant between her fingers, toying with it, just like she was toying with him.
And he fucking loved it.
She shook her hair out of her makeshift bun, and her dark chocolate locks fell around her shoulders.
“I like the way you look at me, Mr. Rudolph,” she purred.
He prowled up the length of her body.
“Then you’re going to love the way I make you come, Ms. Dasher,” he growled, carnal desire taking over.
His hard body met her soft, smooth curves as he kissed a line up her abdomen. Settling himself between her thighs, their mouths met in a scorching kiss. Their tongues clashed in a frenzy of need as she rocked her hips and ran her nails down his back, sending a fierce surge of lust rocketing through his body.
He’d never lost himself the way he did when he was with her. That veneer of control he’d worked so hard to construct crumbled with every sweet sigh that escaped her kiss-swollen lips. She trembled beneath him as he diverted his kisses from her lips to her neck before taking her earlobe between his teeth.
“Soren,” she gasped as he palmed her ass, needing more of her. All of her.
He was a man on the brink of starvation, who had found himself at a decadent feast.
And everything was his to devour.
Teasing her slick entrance, his cock wept with desire. He nudged forward, entering barely an inch. Near delirious with the need to feel her, fill her, and pump and thrust until they didn’t know the difference between up and down or night and day. Their mouths met in a desperate kiss, and her chest heaved as sweet anticipation lingered in the air, peppered with the slap and grind of their bodies finding a sensual rhythm.
“Soren,” she whispered between kisses.
“Yes,” he rasped, barely able to speak.
“Do you have protection?” she bit out between hot exhales.
And sweet Christ! He’d never forgotten to use protection.
“Hold on.”
He left the warmth of the bed, found his jeans, retrieved his wallet, then removed a condom.
The last condom.
He held it up. “I’ve got one left. My supply took a significant hit back in Denver.”
Bridget put out her hand, and he set the foil packet on her palm. “Then we’ll have to make it count,” she replied, ripping the condom open before coming onto her knees. And, like the vixen she was, she took him in her hand and rolled the condom down the length of his cock.
“Do you know how damned captivating you are?” he asked.
She stared at his cock, licked her lips, then flicked her glittering gaze to meet his eye. “I think you’re about to show me, but…”
“What?”
She glanced at the door. “We have to be quiet.”
He joined her on the bed, and she straddled him as he sat, looking him in the eye.
He bit back a grin. “We both know I can be quiet. You, on the other hand—”
But when he expected her to throw a zinger right back, she wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her forehead against his.
“Soren, did you mean what you said?” she asked, her voice quivering.
He stroked the back of her head. “About what?”
The breath caught in his throat. What was she asking? Was it about the promise?
Yes, he’d promised her he wouldn’t meddle with the wedding—well, he didn’t explicitly say the words I promise, but he’d implied it.
She pulled back. “About me underestimating myself?”
Relief washed over him. This was a topic that gave him no pause.
He tucked a lock of hair behind her ear and allowed his thumb to linger and caress her cheek.
“You’re extraordinary. I’ve never met anyone like you. And I don’t think there’s anything you