Chapter 8

Eight

H e took every logical thought she had and shattered it into a million pieces. "Is this really happening?" she muttered into the bedding. Not so much to him as to herself and the uncertainty of her actions.

The massive amount of heat he put out could melt the snow locking them away from the world.

But not just yet. Maybe this little mountainside adventure was a blessing in disguise.

His massive body was like a furnace against her and she wanted to wrap her body around him and feel. Feel the heat, reveal in his possessive, claiming touch and even his smell. A masculine mixture of the outdoors and whatever soap he used, she guessed. It did things to her. Scary things like make her want to tackle him and ride that beautiful, thick cock of his until he really did come inside her.

And then there was the flips side that had her questioning her own sanity because, somehow, with only a touch, her own name became a freaking mystery.

God help her. He infuriated her, tempted her controls beyond simply making her want him, and when they were in the same room every decent thought flew out the window and all she could think about was getting her next fix of him. Just like old times.

Losing that much control freaked her out.

"Drake, I want more." She trailed off when the warm confines of his mouth picked up where he'd left off moments earlier when he had her pinned against the wall. With his weight pinning her in place and fingers wrapped around her wrists, all she could do was surrender to her own wild side.

And beg.

"More of what?" he rumbled around a peaked nipple.

She couldn't think. He didn't allow her to think. Only feel. Isn't that what she wanted. "Please. The other one. More. Yes, more of that."

Battling her unruly desire, Esmeralda took a deep breath when his lips grazed along the tender flesh of her abdomen until he came to her bellybutton and stilled. Blunt teeth scraped against flesh and metal. A gentle tug to the jewelry caused a rush of liquid to fill her pussy and wet her thighs. She gasped when a deep rumbling growl quaked the space between her thighs. No vibrator she had felt like that.

"Spread for me, sweetheart." She watched his eyes zero in on her swollen folds where her throbbing clit begged for his attention. He leaned in, the pads of his thumbs spreading her open for him to see all of her.

"I can't. I can't do this." She wanted to scream with all the frustration that boiled inside her.

"What will everyone think of me?"

Between torturing her and making her freaking crazy, he mumbled, "Does it matter, sweetheart?"

"Maybe. I don't know."

"Let me tell you what I do know."

She didn't like the sound of that.

"You may not be mine, not yet anyway, but never forget. I know the taste of your cream and I'm hungry for another."

The walls of her pussy clenched as Drake glided his tongue along the length of her seam, dipping in to taste her girl-cum. Need to reach between her thighs and relieve the pressure pushed a moan from her lips.

She couldn't decide what she wanted more. Him to eat her until she had nothing left or to have him inside of her, taking her beyond any level she'd ever experienced before.

"Tell me, Esmeralda, did you let another man touch you, love you. Pleasure your sweet body?"

Love her, no. No one ever affected her like he did. His voice. His intoxicating scent.

"Never," she barely managed.

Back arched, she pressed into the blankets. Fingers tight around the makeshift materials of their bed, her toes curled when the roughened flesh of his thumb rubbed a slow tease around her clit. He delved his wicked tongue into her channel as his finger teased her entrance. "Answer me, my beauty. No lies. Did anyone else have the honor of tasting your cum on their tongue?"

He flicked his tongue faster, making her dig her heels into the bedding.

"Yes. God, don't stop."

"Yes?" He stopped.

"I mean no, no one. Yes. Do more of that," she snapped. She ached, didn't he see that? There was no time for questions. Her hands slipped from the clutch she held on the blankets and sought her diamond hard nipples. With her thumbs and forefingers, she clamped them around the extended buds. Panting, she rocked her hips against his mouth. Another thrust of his tongue and she'd lose herself.

Drake rose to his knees, his cock jutting out thick and long between them. The swollen head begged her closer, but his devilish grin said he had other plans. Whatever he had in mind, she wanted. Almost like it was the first time for them, she found herself savoring everything he did to her. The rock-solid barrier she had around her heart had fallen the second she saw him back at the gas station. Who was she trying to kid? Since saving her from the avalanche, he'd slowly peeled away her layers, and she didn't mean her clothing.

Beneath her fingers, his muscles bunched and trembled. A fine sheen of sweat dotted his skin. Kneeling over her, he slowly ran the head of his shaft along her seam and suddenly the air in her lungs froze.

"Breathe baby, we have all night long and I plan on taking my time." His voice is low and his skin is warm everywhere he touched her.

He dipped the head into her entrance just enough o make her gasp.

"Mm. Feels so fucking good didn't it? Like Heaven."

Her face warmed. "Yes," she said breathlessly.

"Yes."

"Do you want to come for me?"

Instant, all-consuming lust drew a gasp from her lips. Her pussy clenched. Sensations ran the length of her body and doubled up as they settled in her womb.

"Drake. Yes."

Feet on either side of his thick thighs, she reached between her folds and slipped a finger in, then two. With her other hand she stroked his cock from tip to base and reveled in the deep guttural groan she tore from him. Hot liquid spilled from his shaft . She guided him back to her entrance. Lifting her heels a fraction, she dipped her hips and the world narrowed to only that second.

"Fuck, yes," he moaned in a dark, velvety voice that made her shutter. With two fingers he pinched together her sensitive folds to create friction as he entered her. Pressure built as ripples of heat whipped around them. Hard pants tore from her chest. She couldn't handle the need anymore.

"Drake. Drake, please make me come. Take me already."

"Patience makes it all the better, sweetheart."

She understood what he was saying, but still. Her body had demands.

He pushed in the final inch and seated himself until the tip of his cock filled her completely. His thickness stretched her tight sheath. It was a pleasure that bordered on pain, tearing through her body with a ferocity she had no hope of controlling.

Or fighting. He thought she lied about taking other men to her bed, but how could she let another man take what belonged to Drake?

He wasn't gentle. She didn't need gentle. Energy sparked between them and settled in the bundle of nerves buried in her core. So hot, so good, and so damn bad for her.

"Just as you reach your peak, I'm going to pull you back until we both can come together and then, after I kiss every inch of skin on your body, I'm going to slide you over me and have you take your fill of me. And again, as the sun kisses the horizon, you'll be mine until you have given me every ounce of sweet nectar your body can give. Mark my words, Esmeralda, after tonight, you'll never want another man to love you."

He came down, his hands on either side of her shoulders. His hair dipped to play at the sides of his face. He drew out and watched her expressions as he slid back in. With each stroke he thrust harder, rocking her whole body with an intense power. An uncontrollable urge to scream built in her chest until she couldn't hold it anymore.

"What... what are you doing to me? Drake!" She shouted his name in a ragged whisper. He leaned back, wrapping her thighs around his waist and lifting her ass off the padded bedding. The angle helped him drive deeper, hit new unexplored depths of her channel.

Shock had her drawing in a deep breath, her eyes going wide with pleasure. Arms tossed above her head, she fell back into his embrace. Rocking forward slightly, he picked up speed. Her breasts ached and she pinched the nipples hard, forcing out a cry. "Oh Esmeralda, precious, pinch them harder for me." She complied and the effect reached into the very soul. Breathless, she tugged once more and electricity took the direct route straight to her pussy and back in a tantalizing sting. Turning her nipples with her fingers, she rocked with Drake's tempo.

She wanted his mouth on hers, his fingers replacing hers As if he read her mind, he lowered them, hands braced by her head. He moved to cup her ass and angle her up to meet his possessive thrusts.

Pleasure reflected back at her through his golden-brown eyes. Heat flushed through her body. Drake jolted up, holding her to him. Rocked back on his heels, he lifted her up the length of his cock over and over again. "Drake, I can't... can't hold on." Every word slipped out between heavy breaths.

With one hand supporting her back and the other holding her head, he brought her to him. The sweep of his tongue along the seam of her lips had her opening. Warm, and so tender. He took her mouth languidly and in total contrast to how he coaxed her juices from her channel with every move he made.

The engorged crest of his thick shaft swelled and stretched her farther. To the point she couldn't feel anything else. The cold, coarse blanket beneath them. Nothing. Couldn't focus beyond the pleasures he poured over her senses.

One by one her dreams slowly became a reality. Her memories hadn't failed her, but the sex had never been this... this sensational and claiming.

He destroyed her. Built her up and tore her away from the ledge, on the verge of hitting her peak.

She raked her nails over his shoulder. With him holding her away from him, the cold swept between them to brush over her nipples. Esmeralda pressed her hand against the back of his head as his seeking mouth dipped. Molten heat wrapped around her nipple and it was the last thing she needed to push her to the end.

Wild need gripped her core. "Come for me. Give me everything."

Who was she to argue? Spasms rippled through her body and her legs tightened around his waist. His steel arms locked her in place. Quake after quake tightened her pussy around the length of his cock. Fingers tangled in his hair, she tightened her grip and leaned forward into his embrace.

She never wanted another man this way—it was him or nothing.

"Mine. You're mine, Esmeralda. I can't do this without you."

"You know what I want. Come for me, Drake, and claim me as yours."

He cupped both her exposed cheeks and with one final thrust of his hips, ribbons of hot white cum coated her insides. Drake jerked, groaning in surprise as she bent and bit into the flesh of his shoulder with her blunt teeth. Not hard enough to break the skin, but enough to have his cock pulse twice as hard with another shot of his milk.

"God, Esmeralda, woman, you break me. So sweet and soft."

"You heal me," she countered.

A faint smile lightened the depth of his eyes, and he laid her out on the blankets and admired her love-marked body before joining her.

As she drifted back to their little world, her lashes opened slowly. Something bothered him with the way his handsome face contoured with a deep frown.

"Five years, three months and two days. Do you want the hours too? I know them almost down to the last millisecond." Drake propped himself up on an elbow behind her she registered what he was saying. "Do you know what that does to a man? Being away from my woman that long nearly drove me mad."

She angled her body to better see him.

"Have you seen a man so desperate for his soul mate that the life is sucked out of him? Multiply that by a hundred, a thousand and that's the pain I've suffered being away from you."

"I know." She licked at a dusky nipple that had his eyes drift closed for a second.

"Do you?" He groaned and his eyes lit with lust again when he coaxed her gaze to his.

She nodded. And let him look into her soul to see the truth.

"Your father yanked you out of here so fast..." He trailed off, gathering his thoughts, his thumb tracing small circles around the piercing of her bellybutton. "If it wasn't for my mom gluing the family together, we would have broken apart."

"All because of me."

He placed a warm palm to her cheek and drew his thigh up the length of hers.

"Because of hatred and misplaced guilt. He blamed himself and for some reason, he found the need to shift that blame to your father. It made coping with her death easier, I think. I'm so sorry."

Drake lifted his eyes from her lips as she sighed heavily.

"Not your fault, sweetheart."

She nodded.

"What are you going to do now?"

She moved her hands down his sides. She didn't want the magic of the moment to fade. If she broke contact she feared reality would rush in and tear them apart.

"I don't have a lot of options. All the meetings will have to take place, but after that is done, I'll assume my father's position as owner and CEO and continue on with Morgan Gem."

Drake stared off into the darkness beyond their ball of warmth. The haunting expression he wore scared her. "In New York?"

Lightly, she turned him to face her. "That might not be entirely the case. I would have to travel a lot, but Morgan Gems can open satellite offices. I mean, I will be the boss," she added with a sly grin that earned her a kiss to the end of her nose.

"I didn't know how to give you this until now." He peeled back the several layers of their cocoon and she immediately felt the Alaskan chill.

Her entire body tensed with a fierce need to have him closer the further he got. She trailed his movements as he crossed the room to gather his satchel. The feeling was a little strange but she liked the adrenaline rush that fed into her blood as he turned back to her. Was it that deep bond between them he was always mentioning? She hoped so.

His expression tightened, and the mirth and happiness she saw during their lovemaking swiftly faded. "Promise me something."

"Anything." She canted her head to the side as he produced a white envelope from a front pouch on his pack.

"Promise me you'll do what makes you happy. If that takes you away from me again, so be it. I can live with that. Or, I'll at least try. Whatever your father has to say in this letter, be true to what you want."

Well, hell. Her eyes darted between his and the letter he held. A familiar flourish of black ink spelled out her name.

"Marry me." She didn't want to know what her father had to say right now. What Drake asked of her made everything as clear as the Alaskan sky in the middle of June.

Her spontaneous demand caught him off-guard. That was okay because it scared her too. But if anything came out of the pain she suffered from her only family, it was to take every day she could with the people she loved. And honestly, she'd never stopped loving Drake.

"Do you know what that means?" he asked bluntly.

"It means what it should. That I'll be yours and you'll be mine."

"And that your life will stop being mocha whatever lattes in Time Square and a whole lot of plaid and pine trees. I don't think this town has more than one café. Can you handle that?"

She looked at him like he lost his mind for a second and then sighed. Like fancy city life is all there was to dreams and expectations out of life.

"I can make a mean pot of coffee so I think we'll both survive without fancy named lattes," she chuckled. "What I can't handle is being alone. Not anymore. Not after what I've learned this week with losing my father." Esmeralda held up the folded letter. "Not when I have my happiness so close."

Drake rolled her to the side, his delicious weight pinning her in place. "You know you just proposed to me?"

"Blame it on the corporate upbringing, I suppose. Go after what you want kinda thing."

A smile teased his lips. He leaned in and glanced small kisses along her collarbone and over the dip in her shoulder. Between her legs, his shaft grew thick and hard again. The fat head already seeking entrance. She dipped and rolled her hips, sinking deeper into the quicksand of desire that threatened to swallow them whole. And she didn't mind.

Strained against her sensitive pussy, Drake paused. "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure whatever the letter says won't sway me one way or another. I want this. To be honest, I have wanted it since before I left. I was just too young to understand. I wanted you the first time you took me right here. The night we lost our virginity together should have been the night we married. I still can't decide if we got lucky I didn't get pregnant. If you'll have me now, we can spend the rest of our lives making up for lost time. Besides, maybe now, fate is making it up to us." She rubbed her flat stomach and saw when he caught on.

With a slow glide, he stretched her opening and took everything she offered to him.