Dancing in Lake Mistletoe (Lake Mistletoe #4)

Chapter Nineteen

Dutch

T he ride back to Lake Mistletoe is filled with loaded silence. It was a great night. One that I’m not quite ready to end. When I pull up to the inn, I park at the side of the garage, out of sight, and leave the engine running.

Mindi looks over at me. “I had a really good time.”

“Me too.”

Her eyes flit from me to the back door of the inn.

I raise my hand and cup the side of her face, bringing her eyes back to me. Then, I lean in and take her mouth with mine. She tastes of wine and chocolate.

Her hands fist into the sides of my coat as she pulls herself closer. I deepen the kiss as she moans into my mouth. The sound snaps what little self-control I have.

I snake my hands around her hips and tug her across the seat, and she slides her right leg over my lap and straddles me. Then, she wraps her arms around my neck and brings her mouth back to mine.

I open for her and let out a deep groan as she settles her weight on top of me.

My hand slides around her and comes to the small of her back, where the hem of her dress has risen, and I find her smooth skin. I spread my hand there and pull her in closer to my chest.

Our mouths disengage as she gasps when she feels me growing hard beneath her. My lips move to her neck, and she tilts her head to give me better access. I kiss my way down her throat to her collarbone. I lick the sensitive spot at the top of her shoulder, and she bears down on me.

I hiss at the contact and pull my mouth from her.

“Come home with me.” The request comes out more like a demand, and my eyes search hers.

“Okay,” she murmurs before kissing me one more time.

As soon as she settles back into the passenger seat, I ram the truck into drive and race to my house.

We make it in record time.

I pull the truck up to the back door.

“Stay there,” I command before exiting and making my way to her.

I pluck her from her seat and lift her into my arms, her giggles fueling my caveman antics.

We make it up the steps, and I manage to unlock and open the door, entering the house before I set her on her feet. Discarding my jacket on the hook to the left, I turn to face her, and my hands settle on her hips. I kick the door shut and move to usher her into the living room.

My mouth finds hers immediately, and I hungrily kiss her as I pull her free from her coat and walk her backward to the leather couch in front of the fireplace. I grip her behind and bring her in closer. She wraps her legs around my waist as I slowly lower her to the couch. Her head falls softly back against the cool leather of the armrest, and she reaches up and threads her fingers through my hair and tugs. I press my body into hers, and the evidence of my need throbs against her stomach. The warmth of her envelops me.

Her body begins to tremble with need, and she plants her foot and bears up, trying desperately to get closer.

“Dutch,” she gasps, my name a plea on her lips.

Arching her back, she guides her hands from my hair down my back, the tips of her fingers digging into my muscles.

I let out a guttural groan as my mouth runs down the column of her throat, sucking and nipping, and then I make my way down to her chest.

The need that pulses through me catches me off guard. We met a just few short weeks ago, yet my desire for her is all-consuming. I’ve had lovers, but never was the attraction this intense. I want to touch and kiss every inch of her skin.

Gripping the hem of her dress, I tug it higher, and she raises her hips so I can pull it from her body. I toss it aside and sit up, my eyes feasting on her as I remove her boots and drop them to the floor. She’s fucking beautiful . I bend, and my tongue explores the tops of her breasts that peek above her bra. Then, I move lower and suck a nipple between my teeth through the thin fabric.

She purrs as she struggles to tug the hem of my tee from my jeans.

I lift my head at the sound, and she pouts as I lean up and yank the sweater and tee over my head in one swift move, discarding them onto the floor with her dress.

She reaches up and begins to fumble with the button of my jeans, and I place my hand over hers.

“Mindi.” Her name falls from my lips in a raspy plea. Asking for permission and giving her a chance to change her mind.

Her lust-filled eyes come to mine, and she bears up and takes my mouth. I release her hand, and she slides my zipper down slowly. I’m hard and ready, and my cock jumps as she reaches in to release me from my boxer briefs.

She holds the base firmly with one hand as she strokes me with the other. Running the nail of her finger down the hard ridge. My cock twitches in her grip, and her breath catches as I watch her.

“Mindi, baby,” I call out as my hands drop to her neck.

Her tongue darts out and licks my bottom lip as she continues to stroke me.

“Yes,” she murmurs.

My hands fist her hair and tug gently. She falls back to the couch, and I unclasp the front of her bra. She mutters unintelligible words as my mouth finds her breasts again. I’m holding on to control as best I can as I take my time pulling her panties down her legs.

Once I have her completely naked, I kiss my way down her body at a leisurely pace. Stroking and caressing every exposed inch until she’s trembling in my hands.

When I reach her thighs, I gently press them apart.

I growl low and deep when I find her wet and ready for me. I rake a finger through her folds and then bring it to my mouth. She watches me intently as I suck her arousal from my fingertip, and her breaths start to come quickly. Then, she groans my name as I lean in and spread her with my fingers, and my tongue starts to explore her hot flesh.

Her back arches off the couch, and her hands fly to my hair.

“Oh my God,” she moans.

Desire ripples down my spine as I devour her.

She chants my name, and as soon as I nip at her clit with my teeth, her hips jump in my hold.

Every nerve ending in my body is on fire, and I thrust a finger inside of her and begin to curl it in and out.

I take my time using my mouth, tongue, and hands to drive her into a frenzy.

She sinks her fingers into my scalp and holds me where she wants me as she raises her hips to meet my tongue until she’s writhing beneath me.

I meet her eyes and hold her stare as she gasps my name when her orgasm rockets through her, flooding my mouth.

She releases my hair as she catches her breath, and I stand and offer her my hand.

“Come on. I’m taking you to bed,” I say as I help her up.

I lead her down the hallway to my bedroom, and we fall onto the bed. Her bare skin sliding against mine. I roll her to her back as I reach and open the nightstand drawer to grab a foil packet. Opening it with my teeth, I sheathe myself before entering her with one swift thrust of my hips. Filling her.

“Oh my, yes, right there,” she gasps as I seat myself inside her.

Reaching back, I grasp one of her legs and guide it over my hip so I can move deeper as her head bears back into the pillow.

I bend my head so I can gently kiss her exposed neck as I quicken the pounding rhythm of my thrusts.

My breath starts coming in short, hard pants as her leg locks tightly around me, and pleasure pools at the base of my spine.

“Mindi … God, you feel so damn good,” I grunt as her muscles tighten around me.

I grip her hips as I mount up and begin to move harder and faster.

She slides her hands down my sides, grazing my skin with her nails before digging them into the curves of my ass and holding on. Husky, guttural noises wrench from my throat as I get closer to the edge.

She’s close, too, and desperate for another release when I slip a hand between us, striking her in just the right spot. That does it. Her body begins to convulse as she hoarsely screams my name.

My thread of control snaps, and my tightly coiled pleasure explodes. I bring my mouth to hers as my climax rockets through me.

We lie here for several long moments, tangled in the sheets, her body beneath me and her fingers stroking up and down my back.

“Dutch?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“Did we leave the leftover cake in the truck?” she asks.

I lift my head to look at her, a smile curving my lips. “Yeah. Why? Do you have a sudden craving for something sweet?”

She shrugs. “I could eat.”

I guess we did just work up an appetite.

Chuckling, I kiss the tip of her nose before hopping up and trotting my naked ass out into the snow to get her chocolate cake.