growled when she shoved his left shoulder, putting all her strength behind it this time, and twisted free of his grip. She grinned as her feet hit the ground, as she pirouetted away from him and evaded him as he reached for her. She lifted her green dress and began running.
For Cobalt’s cabin.
The roar that cut through the still night air behind her sent a thousand chills skating over her skin, had her biting her lip as a fresh rush of arousal blasted through her. She breathed hard as she ran, her senses fixed behind her, that thrill growing stronger as she felt Saint chasing her.
And closing in.
Holly ducked around a tree, felt a little bad as Saint hit it and grunted, but thrilled too as he growled and kicked off, running harder. Chasing her. Gods, just the thought of him catching her had her close to the edge, on the verge of coming undone. She refused to slow though, obeyed her instincts as they pushed her to run faster.
To make Saint work harder to catch her.
Ahead of her, the trees thinned, and she spotted the raised L-shaped cabin. The moon cast silver light over it, making it as clear as day to her, and she set her sights on the steps that led up to the deck, determined to reach them before Saint reached her.
The cold snow numbed her feet and made it harder to run as she broke out into the clearing.
Saint didn’t seem to have that problem.
She shrieked as he caught her from behind, twisted her and slammed her back into one of the thick posts that supported the front of the roof. A moan rolled up her throat as he claimed his prize, seizing her mouth in a hard, bruising kiss.
She wrestled her dress up, freeing her legs, and wrapped them around his waist and her arms around his neck as she kissed him. He groaned and pressed between her thighs, sending another thrill chasing through her as his body met hers and her thoughts spiralled, becoming a frantic blur of things she wanted to do to him, and things she wanted him to do to her.
Saint clutched her backside, ripping another moan from her, and pinned her to him, pressing the hardness in his jeans against her as he moved with her.
She groaned as he mounted the steps, as he kicked the door open and carried her inside. The heat of the fire washed over her, but it couldn’t compete with the flames that licked through her veins as she kissed Saint, as he kicked the door closed behind them and walked with her.
Not towards the bedroom.
She broke the kiss, intending to guide him towards it, but could only groan as he laid her down in front of the stone fireplace, settling her on the thick fur. Her heart thundered as he released her and drew back, as he supported his weight on his left arm and gazed down at her, hunger darkening his eyes.
“Your shoulder.” She lifted her hand and feathered her fingers over his right shoulder, careful not to apply any pressure in case she hurt him.
He didn’t take his eyes off hers. “It’s fine. Not sure I can feel pain when I’m with you. Can’t feel anything but this… need.”
She felt the same way. Her head was foggy with desire, her body trembling with an ache for him to caress it, and she felt sure she would go mad if he didn’t kiss her again soon.
“I need you, Holly,” he rumbled and his eyebrows pinched, his nostrils flaring as he looked her over, setting her on fire with the heat of his gaze. His eyes lifted back to lock with hers. “But we’ll take things slow… Whatever you want to do is fine by me. I don’t want to pressure—”
Holly seized his nape and pulled him down to her, kissed him hard to silence him because what she wanted was to satisfy this hunger he had ignited in her, to ease it before it drove her crazy. She didn’t want slow. She didn’t want to pace herself at all. She wanted him. All of him. Nothing held back.
And she wanted that forever.
Felt sure of it as she kissed him, as he settled his weight on her and kissed her back, his lips soft against hers as he slowed the kiss, apparently determined not to rush her. While she appreciated it in a way, she also wanted to scream.
She had waited too long