Kissing never grown tiresome, does it?
This one’s from Seducing the Hermit, my Alaska book:
Pulling her into his arms, he said, “Here’s something to keep you warm.”
He bent his head and kissed her. The heat of his mouth formed a sensual contrast with the chilly tip of his nose, which brushed across her cheek as she swayed against him, glorying in the power of his embrace. She’d never felt so cherished. They’d shared a wonderful holiday together. She’d had a great time with the clan, and he’d allowed her closer to him than ever before.
Soon–too soon–he broke off the interlude. “Your face is getting all chilly, baby. Go on home before you catch frostbite.”
“Not much chance of that when you’re around,” she murmured.
He grinned and opened her car’s door for her then helped her in. She watched him in her rear-view mirror as she drove with care into the pitch-dark woods. At this time of year, southern Alaska enjoyed only about six hours of sunlight. She’d noticed most days were rainy, the sky leaden. Today had been clear, but ice-cold. She didn’t doubt his assessment of the weather.
Her headlights cutting through the gloom, she drove through the forest to a place where the trees thinned, gradually disappearing as the land transformed into meadow. An eerie green light above her filled the open field. The night sky wasn’t dark, but filled with curtains of unearthly, pulsating color. The air hummed with electricity she could feel through her parka.
This was her first glimpse of the aurora borealis, the dazzling northern lights. Entranced, she pulled her bug to the side of the road and cut the engine so she could take a better look. She tugged her parka more snugly around her then zipped it to the top and secured her hood to keep her ears warm. After she exited the car, she leaned against its side, tipping her head back to watch the show.
Ignoring the knifing cold, she rapidly became absorbed in nature’s display. She didn’t resist when her spirit seemed to rise into the night sky, dancing with the light. She felt close to God, in harmony with heaven’s angels.
The rattle of a truck’s engine broke the sacred silence. Fisher arrived, halting his truck behind her car. His boots crunched on the gravelly verge as he approached. He joined her, slipping his gloved hand into hers. “It’s great, isn’t it?”
“Awesome. Completely beyond anything I’ve ever seen.”
He squeezed her hand. “We get blasé about the beauty of this place. Watching you appreciate it helps me see it anew. I’m glad I followed you.”
“You followed me? Why?”
“This road can be treacherous. I wanted to make sure you got back safely.”
That was a sweet thing to do, typical of him. She twisted her neck to look at him and the sky at the same time.
“You’re gonna hurt yourself. Come here.” He led her to his truck. Opening a metal storage box, he took out a couple of blankets and spread them out on the bed of his truck. He helped her in, then followed her.
She lay beside him, pillowing her head on his shoulder. They cuddled together, with Valerie again allowing a sense of peace to surround her. Gone was the frenetic desire to reach her goals. She simply enjoyed the moment.
Fisher moved, his dark silhouette blocking the glimmering lights above her face. He touched his lips to hers in the gentlest of caresses.
The flickering light of desire shimmered through her body. She nibbled on his lower lip then sucked, drawing him in. TheAlaskanight had captured her with its enchantment, and she wanted to lure him into the magic. She wanted him to feel what she felt, an almost mystical oneness with him and with the night.
Despite their thick, enveloping clothes, their bodies merged. His long, dark hair mingled with hers and her fingers intertwined with his. Their mouths melded together.
He unsnapped the collar of her parka. The slight rush of cool air teased her skin beneath her sweater. She rubbed her chest against his. Even through their jackets, she sensed the hardness of his body against hers and the urgency of his need. He lowered the zipper of her jacket. Its rasp sounded in counterpoint with the wild beat of her heart, blending with her moans as he began to make love to her beneath the stars.
After he opened her parka, he slid a gloved hand beneath her sweater to caress her breasts. Her body involuntarily jerked. The gloves were chilly and a little rough, and had surprised her. After a moment, she let herself relax into the different feel of Fisher’s leather gloves caressing and plucking her nipples.
Heat gathered deep in her pussy, and she pressed against him, chasing her growing arousal. She tore his jacket open then reached for his belt buckle.
He rose above her, kneeling within the cradle of her legs, and leisurely tugged off one glove, then the other. “I want to love you, baby. All night long.”
His husky murmur sent the blood shivering through her veins. Her pulse hammered, beating a vibrant tattoo in her ears. She quivered with passion, yearning for him. Her quivering fingers couldn’t pull the thick leather belt out of its loops, couldn’t unsnap his jeans. Smiling, he helped, unbuttoning so his erect rod thrust out of the opened fly. Otherwise he remained clothed and reached for her pants, unzipping and easing them down so he could reach her cunt.
She chuckled. “I bet you did a lot of this in high school.”
“Yeah, we became experts at clothes-on screwing.” She could hear the smile in his voice. “It gets mighty cold around here, but no one wanted to go without sex through the winter.”
He bent toward her again to kiss her wantonly, with total sensual abandon. She closed her eyes, letting each thrust of his tongue drive her higher and higher. He settled his long, whipcord body against hers, and she reveled in his masculine solidity. She slid her hands along his body then wrapped her hand around his hard, ready cock.
There’s more where that came from, and here’s where you’ll find it: