Saving Mel

“I’ll need to get out of here if I’m gonna—”

I reached out to grab her arm before she could get out the door.

“It’s too bad out there,” I said. “Besides, it’s too dark.”

“Okay,” she said. “I guess I’m staying here tonight.”

“Thank you. I’ll feel much better knowing you’re safe.”

She took her coat back off and hung it up, calling her dad to check in and let him know she was staying, while I fetched us a couple of beers. This had become sort of a routine between us, and I found myself looking forward to it. I handed her one and she took it willingly before she sat down beside me on the couch. We sat in silence.

A comfortable, relaxed silence.

The fire crackled as the frigid wind beat against the walls of the cabin. The snow was twisting around in little tornadoes of flakes, battering themselves against the windows as we nursed our second beer together. I could feel the tension growing between us as her hand laid haphazardly down onto the cushion of the couch.

I took a chance and wrapped my hand around hers before she turned her face toward mine.

Her ocean blue eyes were dark and stormy, like the night sky outside blanketed with gray clouds. I set my beer down before I took hers, plucking it from her fingers as I sat up with my back straight.

Her eyes were locked on mine and I could see the ring of gray around her iris that signaled the impending storm about to break between the two of us.

I moved my lips closer to hers and she quickly closed the gap. I released her hand and wrapped my arm around her waist, pulling her effortlessly into my lap. Our tongues met and electricity crackled between us, raising the hairs on the back of my neck. Her hands cupped my cheeks and her hips ground down into mine, repeating the same motions she had made not so very long ago. I could feel my cock bubbling to life as it pressed hard against my jeans.

Our tongues danced and my hands explored. I gripped onto the meat of her thighs and massaged the decadence of her hips. I released her lips and caressed my beard across her skin, allowing my lips to taste her neck as she opened herself up for me.

Her hands threaded around my neck and I could feel how her body was heating up for me.

Grasping her ass, I lifted her into the air. I continued to suck on her neck, pulling shivers and whimpers from her as I made my way to her bedroom. It was the farthest one away from the kids which meant we wouldn’t disturb them, and that was exactly how I wanted it.

I wanted all her sounds and her tastes tonight without any risk of waking up the kids.

CHAPTER 14

MELANIE

I felt my back being laid down on the bed as a calming presence washed over me. Evan’s lips were so enticing and his strength was oddly reassuring. His eyes had settled my raging mind, but it was his touch that calmed my body. Where I thought I’d be shaking, I was completely still. Where I thought my mind would be racing, it was totally hushed. For the first time in four years, I felt comforted by the presence of a man instead of threatened, and I wasn’t ready to let go of it.

Not just yet.

His hands were gentle in undressing me, smoothing over my pale skin while his lips carved a trail along my stomach. My skin prickled at the sensation of his beard on the outside of my thigh. It seemed like he wanted to leave no part of me untouched.

I was loving every second of it.

My body was bared to him as my eyes rose to meet his gaze. It was heated and dark like he was studying me to make sure I was okay. His hands quickly pulled the flannel from his back, exposing his strong, rippling arms. Veins pulsed in his forearms as he peeled his white undershirt off, and soon I was gazing on the most beautiful body I’d ever seen. His abdomen rippled and the “v” of his muscles pointed the way to what I wanted to see most.

He descended back on my body and I pressed my body into his. I felt my nipples rising toward him, raking against the swell of the hair on his chest as his lips trailed downward. He covered my neck with kisses and sucked patches of skin between his teeth. I was moaning and arching into him. Begging him for more instead of begging him to stop.

I was finally, gratefully, able to let myself go and enjoy the touch a man could offer.

His tongue lapped at my nipples, pulling groans from my throat as my hands wrapped up in his black tresses. His hair was thick and his breath was hot, and I could feel him grinding into me as he traveled down. His hands parted my legs at the knees and the rush of cool air shivered my skin.