Page 53 of Tempted To Be Mine

“Jeremy.”

If I lifted my head, our mouths would be an inch apart.

His eyes dropped to my mouth. “Tell me to stop.”

I should. The professional line was looming. I had my toes on it. If I leaned forward, that line would be crossed.

“Don’t,” I said. “Don’t stop.”

His mouth hit mine hard, warm and a little desperate, stubble scraping my lip. I made a sound I didn’t recognize and grabbed the front of his jacket. I pulled him closer. Or maybe I used the coat as leverage to get closer to him. He groaned into the kiss. His tongue slid against mine, slow for one stunned second, then deeper. The force in his kiss felt like he’d been thinking about this longer than either of us was ready to admit.

I climbed into his lap without deciding to. The floor was hard under my knees. I didn’t care. His hands found my hips and dragged me down until I felt him, thick and unmistakable even through denim and all my ridiculous layers.

“Fuck,” he breathed against my mouth. “Lucy.”

Him growling my name made me wet so fast I clenched around nothing. I rolled my hips. He cursed again and shoved my parka off my shoulders. Zippers. Too many zippers. I laughed once, breathless and wrecked. We fought sweaters and fleece and the thermal shirt I’d bought to survive Alaska. His hands were impatient and gentle at the same time, pushing fabric up, finding skin.

Cold air hit my breasts. Then his palms. He cupped me, thumbs dragging over my nipples until they tightened and ached. I arched into it.

“God, look at you.” He dipped his head and took one nipple into his mouth, sucking hard, tongue flicking. The pull went straight between my legs. I threaded my fingers into his hair and held him there. I panted while he switched to the other breast and did it again, wetter and slower.

My hips ground forward. I could feel him but it wasn’t enough. I needed more.

“Jeremy, please.”

“Please what?” His voice was low. Teasing.

I wasn’t sure about the logistics but I decided I didn’t care how dirty the floor might be. I’d roll in the snow. It would kill anything that might be clinging to my skin.

I pushed away from him.

He stared at me, chest heaving up and down. “I⁠—”

“No. Don’t say sorry.” I pulled my boots off, then picked up our scattered layers and did my best to make a bed.

Jeremy grinned. “Got it.”

He took off his boots and shoved them aside. He undid his jeans, but I barely noticed. My gaze was locked on the flex of his abs. I should have been freezing. I wasn’t.

“Wait, do you have protection?”

“Wallet.” He was already digging through the pockets he’d tossed onto the pile of clothing. The foil square flashed between his fingers. “I’ve got it.”

Of course he did. Of course Jeremy Blackwell carried a condom like other people carried gum. A week ago I would have rolled my eyes. Right then I only wanted him closer. I undid the button on my pants and started to shove them down my hips when he came up behind me.

“Let me,” he said. “I’ve thought about this for too long.”

He pushed my pants down way too slowly. I kicked them off my feet and then turned to face him.

“Oh my God,” I groaned when I realized he was in all his naked glory.

My eyes raked over him. He was all defined muscles, like a sculpture of a god.

“Lie down,” he murmured against my lips.

I swallowed and nodded. My body tingled. I sat on the coat bed with Jeremy coming to kneel beside me. He stretched out alongside me, his hand sliding over my hip and back to my breast. His mouth covered mine once again. Stubble scraped my chin. His tongue plunged into my mouth. I opened for him, greedy for more, and pulled him down by the back of his neck.

His lips pulled away from mine and he bent to take my nipple into his mouth once again. He sucked until I arched and gasped. His hand slid between my legs, pushing them open. And then he circled my clit before pushing one finger inside of me. I moaned and reached for his face. His mouth slammed over mine, ravenous. He pushed a second finger inside me and curled them. The pleasure hit so sharply I cried out his name. His fingers worked me with his thumb circling my clit. I shook and moaned, having no control over my body.