Holiday Romance Collection - 6 Books Bundle (Erotic Romance - Holiday Romance) (15 page)

"Wh-what?"

"Why are you in my house?"
 

"I found you. You had a fever and hit your head. I came by to get my groceries and found you lying in the snow with Bernie lying on top of you."

"Bernie?!"

Hearing his name being called, Bernie ran to Triston and sat at his feet. Rose smile and patted the dog's head.

"This is Bernie. Without him you would likely have died from exposure before I found you. The doc was concerned about you and your injury so he wanted someone to watch over you. I was the only candidate."

"How long was I out?"

"I found you about seventeen hours ago."

"Shit."

"Are you hungry? I could imagine between the fever and the head wound, you're feeling pretty wrung out. I'm awake now, might as well have a cup of coffee. I cooked chicken soup for you when you woke, want some?"

"Yeah," he muttered, "I am feeling pretty tapped out. Soup doesn't sound bad."

Rose got up and headed toward the kitchen, "You just sit down, and I will fix you something. You took quite a blow. I've gotten comfortable in your kitchen while you were out.
 
I'm sorry if it feels intrusive, but the doctor said it could be a matter of life and death and I was really the only option besides old Bernie there."
 

"Thank you"

 
He grabbed her wrist lightly as she walked by his chair, his thumb stroking the inside of her wrist.
Sparks
leapt from where he stroked, up her arm, across her nipples, made them perk up, and fluttered down to her pussy.
Whoa. All that and he just stroked my wrist. I can't wait to find out what the rest is like.
 
It was a foregone conclusion at this point that there was no way she was going to be able to resist sparks like this for two months.
Hell
, she already decided to jump him after three days. One which he was mostly unconscious. She looked from her wrist, where he stroked, to his eyes. He was watching her intensely. Something inside of her felt like he had maybe reached a foregone conclusion of his own. This may just be the best vacation ever.
 

"I mean it, really, thank you."
 

Triston's voice was deeper, slightly more intimate. The stroke of his thumb and the timbre of his voice had quite an effect on her. He may as well have been whispering all the naughty things he wanted to do to thank her in that voice.
 
Yes please
. She thought to herself,
Down girl, he's sick and recovering
. Let him recuperate before you tackle him. She placed the hand of the wrist he held on his knee.
 

"I couldn't just leave you." she lifted her palm to his cheek, he felt cooler, "You needed help, I was glad to give it. You feel like your fever broke."

Her body warmed all over and her pulse kicked up when, for just a moment, she thought he was going to kiss her.

"I think that is why I was awake, I woke in a pool of sweat, my fever must have broken but I couldn't remember how I got there. I can actually smell myself. Going to shower after some grub."

 
             
Sick and recovering, she had to keep reminding herself he was sick and recovering. She smiled and moved to the coffee pot the get things brewing. She moved to the fridge, pulled out the soup she made while he was asleep, heated up a bowl, and placed one in front of his place at the table. She leaned partially over his shoulder to place the bowl and her breast brushed against his arm.
 
She let out a little gasp and a warm fissure of sensation blossomed outward from her breasts throughout her belly, pussy, and thighs. Her nipples beaded instantly and she moved to conceal the fact.
 

"Do you remember what happened?" she asked nonchalantly as she filled a mug of coffee for herself.
 

"I remember going to the store and getting groceries, coming back here, and going out back to chop some extra wood for the snowstorm. After that.....nothing."

"We suspected you might have hit your head"
 

Rose peered out the window thoughtfully and watched the snow fall in the dark. It didn't look like she would be making her way to her cabin today. Snow would be too deep. She waited for the disappointed feeling to settle in and the trapped sensation to hit, but they never came. She actually looked forward to spending and extra day with him.
 

They chatted easily while he ate and she sipped her coffee. He looked exhausted from the effort of being upright for almost an hour. Dark circles smudged under his eyes, his scruff made his appearance looked even more bedraggled, and his eyelids were getting heavier by the minute.
 

"Would you like to take a quick shower before going back to bed?"

"Yeah, I think a quick shower and fresh sheets will work wonders."

He scrubbed his hand across his face and set his bowl in the sink. Triston heaved a sigh before trudging down the hall and stripping the bed sheets. I can think of stripping on that bed that would be much more fun than sheets. She figured she would be up for awhile, she was a writer and no stranger to unusual hours, so she stoked the fire again, adjusted her fuzzy socks, opened her laptop, and started typing.
 

Richard was yelling at her again. He was angry that she left and made him look foolish in front of his friends. He screamed at her for damaging his reputation. She looked at him dispassionately, she really didn't care that he was angry. Till he began shaking her, she fought back slapping at his hands and pushing him away. His hands found their way back to her shoulders but every time she got them away.
 

"Rose!"

Rose opened her eyes from the bad dream she was having. Triston was shaking her shoulders roughly, a very concerned look on his face.
 

"You were having a bad dream"

His hands remained on her shoulders and hers lifted to his chest instinctively. She was confused and disoriented. Snapping back and forth from dream to reality takes a moment to recollect oneself.

"Oh."

"I came out to stoke the fire and heard you tossing and yelling at, Richard, I think."

"Sorry, Richard is my ex boyfriend."

Triston's face darkened, "Did he hurt you?"
 

"Just threatened, never really did anything of substance. But then, that's Richard, lacking substance. Just wanted me to feel like he was the best I could manage."

"He should be beaten for that alone"

Rose looked at him incredulously. That was the sweetest, most bloodthirsty thing anyone had said to her. She's really starting to like this guy.
Starting? Ok, she really, really liked this guy
.

 
             
She was softly panting and as she looked up at him,when his expression went from concern to desire. Her pulse kicked and she became very aware of his proximity. She lay on the couch, he was sitting next to her on the edge of the couch, leaning over her, with her hand on his chest, his on her shoulders.
 

Her eyes dropped to his lips and she licked hers, his eyes narrowed in on her tongue and when his eyes met hers they were raw with desire. She wondered briefly if he had recovered enough. Sick and recovering, sick and....

Fuck it. This is happening.
 

She slid her hands up his chest to curl around the nape of his neck and pulled him down to meet her lips. That was all the invitation he needed, he met her kiss with a hunger she never anticipated. His tongue invaded her mouth and dueled with hers. He tasted like mint and a man taste of his own. Her senses were heady with his flavor. His hands slid down her sides to rest on her waist. She wrapped her arms around his neck and angled her head for a deeper connection to him.
 

Angling her head caused her body to arch against him. He groaned in her mouth, the sound vibrating against her lips and bursting throughout her body. She felt tingles on top of tingles skittering through her body, layering over themselves spreading from his kiss and brushing against every nerve ending that touched his skin and was sparking fireworks of their own. He crawled over her, caging her on the couch.
Yay for big couches
.

 
             
He kissed down to her neck to trace the shell of her ear with his tongue. She could hear his labored breathing in her ear and started another coil of sensation in her belly. His mouth trailed down her neck to lick and nibble the base. He trailed her collarbone with his mouth to the crook of her neck and shoulder and inhaled deeply.
 

She felt the intake of air against her skin and it heightened her desire for him. She groaned and her hands found the hem of his shirt and slid her hands under it to run her palms up his chest. Her palms met with a warm flesh covered wall of muscle. Her fingertips traced every ridge and furrow of his muscled torso till her fingertips brushed against his flat male nipples. He inhaled sharply and she let her fingertips dance across those little disks.
 

He sat up and took of his shirt, her eyes were glued to his movements as he unveiled the most perfect man chest ever. She looked up at him with lust, he was beautiful but doubted he would like that word as a descriptor. She removed her own shirt, tossing it to the floor, leaving her bare from the waist up. He paused and looked down at her half naked form. He looked awed, almost reverent, as he gazed down at her bared chest.
 

"Perfect"
 

She blushed a little under his perusal. He smiled down at her sliding his palms up her waist to cup her breasts, one in each palm. She groaned and he leaned back down over her. She thought he would kiss her again but whispered in her ear.

"Beautiful."
 

Again, his breath feathered across her cheek, ear, and neck and sent shivers spiraling down her body. He made her feel that way, beautiful. She had been with men who knew her better but none ever made her feel this special, rare, and precious. His lips found her breasts and all thought fled. She became a bundle of stimulated nerve endings. The tip of his tongue fluttered across her nipples making her groan and writhe. She felt moisture pooling in her panties and tilted her pelvis against him to press against him there.
 

He took the whole of her nipple in his mouth and sucked and caused her back to arch off the bed. He teased one nipple between his fingers while he flayed the other with his teeth and tongue.

He slid his fingers down, in the waistband of her pajama bottoms, and she opened to him. He teased along the crotch of her panties with his fingertips tracing it along the crease of her thighs there. She felt her pussy swell and trickle with wetness. She arched, hungry for his touch, writhing for something more forceful than the feathery light touches he was giving her.
 

"If you want me to stop, please stop me now" he whispered to her in a raspy, rough voice.
 

She got hotter knowing he was as turned on as she was and his control would soon be snapping. She looked up at him, knowing raw desire shone in her eyes and she was flush with desire.
 

"No, please. Please, don't stop." She looked away with a nervous giggle, beginning to feel a little self-conscious.
 
"I'm not usually this easy.... or fast."
 

He looked down at her, "Fast?! I've been disguising my constant hard-on for you for what feels like decades."

She looked up at him and felt her self-consciousness melt away from the heat of his stare. She felt the same, like she had this want for him forever. It made her feel desirable and feminine. Running her fingers through his hair, she pulled him down to kiss him again. He slid his finger into her swollen, wet sheath when his mouth found hers. She cried out into his mouth and he swallowed it down, hungry for more. His fingers lazily slid in and out of her, her moisture making the friction deliciously slippery. She threw back her head and gasped. He smiled smugly in response; he liked her wanton reactions, was fed by them, and encouraged more.