Falling Hard (Colorado High Country #3)

She sipped, wrinkled her nose. “The bubbles tickle.”

“I’ll build a fire in the bedroom, and you can settle in.” He got to work and soon had a good blaze going, pine logs crackling. He stood and turned, about to ask her whether she was hungry, but the words never left his tongue.

“Where do you want me first?” She stood next to the bed, wearing a strapless, red lace bustier, tiny red panties just covering her triangle of dark blond curls, garters holding up red lace stockings. She turned, giving him the full three-sixty view, and he saw that the panties were actually a thong, her sweet ass bare.

His mouth watered, blood surging to his groin. “Damn.”

He fought the urge to bend her over the bed and fuck her right there. A guy only had so many rounds he could fire in a single night, after all, and he didn’t want their fun to end too soon.

He closed the distance between them, unbuckled his belt, and drew it slowly through the loops. “Give me your wrists.”

Her pupils dilated, her gaze falling on the leather belt. “What are you going to do with me?”

“Everything.”

He caught her by one hand, drew her over to one of the big bedposts, then turned her to face away from him and used his belt to bind her wrists to the carved wood. He made sure the belt was tight, but not painfully tight.

He moved around to the other side, kissed her lips, and unzipped his fly. He wasn’t wearing underwear tonight, so his erection sprang free, the naked anticipation on her face making him even harder. While she watched, he gave himself a few lazy strokes. “I’m going to make you beg for every inch of this.”

“You’ll beg first.”

“A challenge?” He was game.

He moved to stand behind her, shifted her hair to the side, and kissed her neck, nipping and licking that sensitive skin. She’d worn perfume—just a touch—its musk mingling with the clean scent of her skin, filling his head. “Ellie.”

He let his hands have their way, running them over the swells of her breasts and down her belly, over the silky skin of her back and bare ass, beneath the garters on her thighs, savoring the feel of her. Then he reached inside her bustier, and cupped both breasts, his lips finding her pulse. Her nipples pebbled against his palms, inviting him to pluck them, flick them, rub them.

She gave a little gasp, her eyes drifting shut, her hips shifting, her body telling him everything he needed to know.

He kept up the onslaught, knowing how sensitive her nipples were. His mouth found her earlobe. He sucked, bit down gently.

She shivered, her hips moving from side to side.

He brushed his lips over the soft skin of her shoulder, bit her, soothed the pain with a kiss.

She moaned.

He let one hand drift down her belly to cup her. “You’re already wet.”

He pressed the heel of his hand against her just above her clit, made slow circles, increasing the pressure until her head fell back. “I can do this all day.”

It was a lie, but she couldn’t know that.

She wriggled her ass, pushing all that sexy back at him, brushing it against him. “I don’t think so.”

Okay, so maybe he wasn’t fooling her.

Still, he kept it up, both hands busy, one between her legs, the other teasing an eager nipple. He could feel the tension inside her, could see the arousal on her face, but she wasn’t ready to yield yet.

He caught her clit between two fingers, tugged on it, stroked it. “You are so swollen.”

She didn’t have a witty comeback this time, her fists clenched against the bedpost, her thighs parting to make room for him.

He found her entrance, teased it with slow circles, sliding just a fingertip inside her—enough to tantalize but not enough to satisfy.

She moaned in frustration.

He pushed his hips forward, rubbed his cock against her lower back, just to let her know what she was missing. The friction made him hornier, too. He ached to be inside her, ached to fill her and bring them both release.

And then she broke. “Fuck me, Jesse. Please.”

He reached into his pocket, pulled out a condom, and rolled it over his erection, then moved the red strap of her thong aside, forcing her legs wider apart with his knee. He gave a little nudge, buried just the head of his cock in her. “Like this?”

She whimpered. “More. Please.”

He pushed himself in another inch, then withdrew. “Was that what you wanted?”

She laughed, the sound more of a moan, her hips canting backward in invitation. “No! All of you inside me. Please. Please, Jesse.”

He entered her again, slowly filling her inch by inch until he was buried to his balls. “God, Ellie.”

“Yes!”

He’d meant to go slowly, but they were already past that point. He pounded himself into her, one hand busy with her clit, the other grasping her hip. His thrusts rocked her, lifted her onto her toes, desperate moans rolling from her throat.

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