Christmas at the Cabin by Jasinda Wilder

Author:Jasinda Wilder [Wilder, Jasinda]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Jasinda Wilder
Published: 2024-12-02T00:00:00+00:00

"If that's the case," he says, sliding both huge hands down my back, hesitating at my waistband, "then I’ll just have to enjoy trying."

"Reece," I mumble, flushing hot in the face as he delves his hands under the yoga pants to cup bare flesh. "I really like the way you touch me."

"Funny—I really like touching you. You have an incredible body, Lily." He pushes my yoga pants down past my butt.

All of a sudden, I'm on my back again and Reece is above me, lips stuttering over my breastbone. I clutch the back of his head, bury my fingers in his long, loose, cool black hair as it drapes around my shoulders. I apply the gentlest downward pressure, an encouragement to keep going.

His mouth slips lower. He frames a breast in his hand, cradles it, nuzzles his nose along the inner curve; a gasp rips out of me as he tugs my nipple into his mouth.

"Reece!" I cry. "More."

He growls with animal pleasure as he toys with my breasts, worships them with hands and mouth. The hot, molten line of arousal between breasts and sex is a throbbing, aching connection—whenever he nips or licks or strums my nipple, my sex pulses, pounds, and seeps with arousal.

"Fucking perfect," he mutters again, "so fucking perfect."

Lower, then. Kissing between my aching breasts. Lower. My navel. Lower.

He gazes up my body, fingers curling in my waistband. "I have to taste you, Lilith. Please." His eyes meet mine, pleading and aroused. “Say yes, honey. Tell me yes."

I brush tendrils of raven-black hair away from his eyes. "Yes, Reece. Yes. Yes."

He hauls my yoga pants down my thighs, past my ass, and off, inside out, taking my underwear with them.

I'm naked, bare to him, writhing with anticipation and arousal and raw, aching need. His hands slide against my hipbones, cradle my thighs, nudges them apart. Hesitantly, nervously, I let him guide my thighs open.

He reads my hesitancy. "Lily? You okay? Should I stop?"

"No!" I whimper, shaking my head, eyes closed. "No. I don't want you to stop."

"You're nervous."

I nod. "Don't do this, often," I whisper. "I'm a little uncomfortable with it. But I…I want you to."

"Lily, if you're uncomfortable—"

"Reece." I swallow hard. "I just…most of my past boyfriends or partners haven't…done that. Haven't wanted to. Or they get frustrated and stop. So I just have a weird relationship with it." I laugh nervously. "I'm kind of a control freak. It's hard for me to relax."

Reece kneels over me, hands caressing my breasts again. “Close your eyes and focus on me touching you. Try not to think. Just feel. If you feel okay doing so, show me or tell me what I can do to make it better, okay?" He kisses my chest between my breasts. "My only focus right now is making you feel good."

I close my eyes as his mouth finds my nipple again, and I caress his nape and then hold on there as he kisses, licks, and nips my nipples into throbbing and aching erection, making me whimper and gasp.

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