Falling Hard (Colorado High Country #3)

“Yes. She’s there at the hospital. I called her to tell her what has happened, and she’s going to take good care of you.”

Bear got up onto the gurney, hugging his big bearskin coat against him, clearly going on faith that this trip into the unknown wasn’t going to harm him. “Thank you.”

“You’ll be feeling much better soon. I promise.”

Jesse waited until Bear had gone. “Damn, you’re good. I didn’t know you were religious.”

“I’m not, but Bear is.”

A man with blisters and an ice climber with hypothermia rounded out the next hour. And then it was time for Ellie’s shift to end, one of the fire department’s paramedics taking over for her.

“Are you coming over tonight?”

He wanted to draw her against him, to answer the question with a kiss, but they had an audience. “I’ll see you around nine.”

And he was bringing trouble.



*

Ellie heard the back door open and finished shimmying into the lavender silk chemise she’d bought to surprise him. She walked out of her bedroom, excited to see his response, and froze.

He stood in the living room in a pair of heavy black work boots, faded, tattered jeans, and a black leather jacket, his chest bare, his jaw dark with stubble. His gaze moved over her, his expression inscrutable.

Oh, God.

He was acting out one of her fantasies.

She was wet in a heartbeat.

He took a slow step toward her—and she ran.

Back down the hall toward her bedroom she ran, his heavy footfalls right behind her, adding excitement to his pursuit. She tried to shut the door, but the toe of his boot stopped her.

“Oh, no, you don’t. You’re not getting away from me.” He shoved the door open, then shut it behind him—and locked it. “There’s nowhere left to run, babe.”

A shiver ran down her spine.

She backed away from him, no idea what he had planned, but so turned on by this little game that she would have said yes to almost anything. “Don’t hurt me.”

He reached out, caught her wrist. “Don’t fight me.”

He dragged her against him, caught her jaw with one big hand, and bent his mouth to hers, claiming her with a brutal, crushing, delicious kiss.

She struggled to get away—but not really. Her lips yielded to his onslaught, her mouth opening readily, her body turning to liquid, especially between her thighs. But she couldn’t give in so easily. She wriggled, twisted, tried to pull away.

He broke the kiss, crushed her tighter against him then forced a hand between her thighs, delving into her wetness. “Oh, yeah. No reason to waste time, not when your pussy is ready for me.”

Her heart gave a hard knock, lust making her inner muscles clench around his finger, betraying her desire.

His lips curved in a dark grin, and he slid a hand into her hair, fisting it just enough to take control. “Unzip my fly. I want you to see what you’re getting.”

“No! I won’t help you.” She had to fight not to laugh.

He grasped one of her hands, pressed it against his jeans on top of his erection. “I’m going to bury every inch of my cock inside you and fuck you until you scream. Now, unzip my fly—unless you want my seed inside you.”

Her knees almost gave out.

She did what he’d told her to do. Meanwhile, he reached into his pocket, pulled out a condom, then tore the packet open with his teeth and handed it to her.

“Stroke me first. Yeah, just like that. Now with your mouth.” Fist still in her hair, he forced her to her knees, a hiss of breath escaping him as she gave him what he wanted. “Look at me.”

She looked up the length of his muscular torso to the fierce expression on his face, her tongue circling the head of his cock, her heart almost bursting with desire for him.

“Now put the condom on.”

When she had finished, he drew her to her feet, released her hair, and grasped both buttocks, lifting her off her feet and wrapping her legs around him. Then he turned her against the wall, his gaze meeting hers as he buried himself inside her.

They moaned in unison.

His cock felt so freaking good inside her, the hard length of him filling her, stretching her, driving deep. Her arms went around him, all pretext gone, her fingers digging into the leather of his jacket, her legs tightening around his waist. She wanted him. God, she wanted him just … like … this.

His hips were a piston, driving his cock in and out of her now, each thrust making her cry out, bringing her closer to the edge.

“Come, babe. Now.”

Climax washed through, a scorching wave of bliss. He prolonged her pleasure with deep thrusts and then joined her, burying his face against her throat, moaning her name as he came.

Breathless, her eyes closed, she held onto him, blown away by what he’d just done for her. When she opened her eyes, he was watching her, the gentleness in his gaze making her heart melt. Still inside her, he carried her to the bed, where he held her as if she were the most precious thing in his world.



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