Dancing in Lake Mistletoe (Lake Mistletoe #4)

Chapter Twenty-Three

Mindi

I wake to the sound of Dutch softly calling my name. I blink my eyes open to find him hunched down in front of us.

“Hi,” I croak.

He smiles. “Hi.”

“Is the storm over?” I ask.

“It’s still snowing, but the worst has passed.”

“Oh, thank goodness. What time is it?” I ask.

“Just past three in the morning,” he whispers.

“You must be exhausted,” I note. “Did you get everything fixed?”

He nods. “Yeah, we’re back up and running.” His eyes move to Josie, who’s burrowed into my side, still fast asleep. “I’ll be right back. I’m gonna tuck her in,” he says as he lifts her from the couch and carries her to her room.

I sit up and groan as I raise my arms to stretch.

A few minutes later, Dutch comes back in nothing but his red lounge pants. He stops to throw another log on the fire before he plops down beside me, closing his eyes.

I cuddle into his warmth, and his head rolls to the side as he opens one eye. Then, he leans down and kisses my forehead, my nose, and then my lips. I open to him, and his tongue slips in, and he kisses me deeply. A groan of protest escapes me when his mouth leaves mine, but his hand slips under my shirt and around my back.

He pulls me forward, and his mouth is on mine again. He tastes of coffee, and although I know he’s tired, the only thing I want is to feel him. One minute, I’m pressing into his side, and the next, he’s pulling me over his hip and on top of him.

Our mouths collide again as his hands grip the hem of my shirt. I raise my arms, and he brings it over my head before tossing it onto the floor.

His eyes caress my skin as he tugs the drawstring of my pajama pants loose. His hand slides in and cups me. I moan as I rock against his palm.

He glides his other hand up my rib cage and cups the curve of my breast while running the callous pad of his thumb over my nipple.

A shiver runs through me, and it tightens into a taut bud.

The sensation causes me to gasp as he releases me suddenly. His hands go to my ass as he stands, taking me with him. He lays me down gently on the blankets in front of the fire.

He swallows hard as he looks at me. My eyes meet his, and I can see the need simmering there. The same need that is coursing through my blood.

He lowers himself over me and pulls one of my nipples into his hot mouth. My hands thread into the hair at the nape of his neck as he nips and licks.

My hips rise as his mouth explores, and my hands fall from his hair to trail down his back.

“Dutch,” I rasp.

He disengages, and his mouth comes back to mine as I sink my nails into his muscles and pull him closer.

He groans. I snake my hand around and under his waistband. I tug at the smattering of coarse hair before my hand travels lower. His cock jerks as I wrap my fingers around him.

“Fuuuck.”

His eyes close as I caress his velvety flesh.

“Mindi,” he grunts as I stroke him.

My body is on fire, and all I want is to feel him inside me.

He goes to his knees, and I groan my displeasure. He grins. Then, he skates his hand down my leg and lifts my foot. He proceeds to kiss his way up the inside of my thigh.

When he reaches the top, he places a kiss on the damp silk and hooks his fingers in the straps of my panties. I raise my hips, and he slides them down my legs before bringing one up and over his shoulder.

I watch, letting my other leg fall to the side, as two fingers part my lips, opening me to him, and he drags his tongue through the wetness.

My hips flex at the contact as he laps at my clit.

I moan as he sucks and laps at my core. His tongue finds my opening, and I begin to writhe against it.

He gives me what I need, and I ride his tongue until I am panting and whimpering his name. Then, he brings his mouth back to my bud and slides a finger inside me. He twists and curls until he finds just the right spot, and I cry out in pleasure. He brings his mouth up to mine and swallows my screams, adding another finger. My legs begin to tremble, and I get lost in the sensation as I come in his hand.

He waits until I’ve calmed, and he sits up and fishes a foil packet from his pocket. He takes it between his teeth before sliding his lounge pants down and kicking them to the side.

He glides the latex over his erection before returning to me.

I snake my arms around his neck and lace my fingers through his hair.

He hesitates for a moment, and then he bends down and presses his lips to mine. “We have to be quiet,” he whispers.

“Oh, right. Sorry,” I say as he nips at my bottom lip and then soothes it with his tongue.

His weight shifts fully on top of me as he settles between my legs, and I wrap them around his hips.

There is nothing between us, and I can feel every hard inch of him. He threads his fingers through the hair at the side of my face and kisses me hard as his cock finds my entrance.

I grab his ass and guide him inside of me. His tip enters, and I moan softly as he rocks forward. Filling me.

His hips begin to slowly move, driving him deeper, and it feels so good. I lock my legs around his waist, and I thrust up to meet him.

We make love at a sweet, unhurried pace. Our sweat-slick bodies move together in perfect harmony. It’s too much and not enough.

“You feel so good, wrapped around me,” he murmurs into my neck. “Like you were made for me, baby.”

“Dutch, I’m gonna …” I don’t finish the sentence before his mouth covers mine.

He quickens his pace until his legs stiffen, and I swallow his cries. I wrap my arms around him and hold on as his orgasm releases inside of me, and he collapses.

He falls to his back, and I roll to my side and go up on an elbow. I watch as his rib cage rises and falls as his breath slows.

The lights from the Christmas tree twinkle above him.

What a present he is.

He peeks an eye open. “Are you gawking at me, woman?”

I rest my chin against his chest. “Maybe.”

He hums as his fingers find my hair.

“I need a shower, but I’m so damn tired,” he mumbles.

“Want me to help you?” I ask.

He glances up at me and grins. “Not sure I have the energy for your help.”

I swat at him, and he chuckles.

I stand to my feet and reach down to him. “Come on. Let’s get you cleaned up and to bed.”

He takes my hand, and I lead him to the shower.