Snow Bound Enemies (2 page)

             
“Since the only fireplace is in the living room, I’ll bring the mattress out here and we’ll sleep in front of the fireplace,” he finally said. 

             
Could she really spend the night in bed with him and not act on all the secret fantasies that had haunted her through the years?  “Fine.”

             
Murphy placed his mug on the counter and walked out to the back deck where the wood was stacked.  The cold air was a relief after the charged atmosphere in the kitchen.  Just being near Kayleigh was torture for him. It had always been difficult, but since Steven and Dawn’s wedding, and that damned mistletoe, it had gotten much worse.  He carried in several armloads, of firewood, stacking it neatly by the hearth.  Luckily the water heater and stove were gas.  He’d meant to update the heating system to gas, as well, but he’d simply run out of time.  The cabin had never been intended as a permanent residence, but after he’d quit working in the city, leaving Washington behind, the refuge of the West Virginia mountains of his youth had been a welcome respite.   Now that respite was a veritable mine field of treacherous choices. 

             
He’d wanted Kayleigh for so long, and it felt like fate was throwing them together for just that reason.  But Steven was his friend, and years ago, he’d promised him that his sister was off limits.  Really, it wasn’t a decision.  With the snow and ice, he would be trapped in the cabin with Kayleigh for at least two days minimum.  Forty eight hours with a woman he’d been having dreams about for a decade and a half was more than any man could take. He’d been seventeen to Kayleigh’s almost fifteen the first time he’d seen her as more than his best friend’s annoying little sister.  That had been thirteen years ago and he’d done everything in his power since then to maintain a respectable distance.  Fate, apparently had other plans. 

             
With the fire going, he went into the bedroom and pulled the mattress from the bed, carrying it into the living room.  He placed it far enough from the fire for safety, but close enough for warmth.  When he straightened, he saw that Kayleigh had retrieved the blankets and pillows.  They made up their makeshift bed together in the dim glow from the hearth and the single hurricane lamp that was burning on the table.  Kayleigh climbed into the bed first, and he smiled as he watched her all but cling to the very edge of the mattress, facing away from him.  

             
With purpose, he slowly began to strip, removing his sweater and jeans.  When he wore nothing but his silk boxers, he climbed into the bed behind her.  It was a king size mattress and the room was more than warm enough that they didn’t really need to cuddle for warmth, but he saw no reason that he shouldn’t take advantage of every opportunity.  The inevitability of the situation was too glaring to ignore. 

             
“What are you doing?” she demanded. 

             
“Even with the fire, now that the heat is off, it won’t take more than half an hour for the air to chill,” he said.  Sliding his arm around her waist he tugged her close to him.    Her body fit his to perfection, the lush curve of her bottom nestling perfectly against his hips.  Kayleigh was a curvy girl, her flesh soft and pliant against him.  He loved the feel of her.  She was everything soft and feminine.  Inhaling slightly, he noted that her hair smelled like jasmine. 

             
“If I didn’t know better,” she said tightly, “I would think you were trying to put the moves on me, Murphy.”

             
“Would that be so surprising?  You’re a beautiful woman, Kayleigh.”

             
She glanced at him over her shoulder, “You’ve certainly never acted like I was.”

             
“You’re my best friend’s baby sister.  That made it complicated.”

             
“Made?  Past tense?” she asked. 

             
Murphy knew it was now or never.  Reaching up, he touched her face, his callused fingertips tracing the delicate curve of her jaw.  “Maybe I’ve decided that I like complicated things.”

             
Turning onto her back, Kayleigh stared up into the face that she knew so well.  The expression was new to her though.  The hot look in his eyes was unfamiliar to her.  “How complicated?” she demanded.  His response was to kiss the skin he’d just caressed with his fingertips.  Feeling his lips trailing hot kisses along her jaw line, she closed her eyes and reveled in that sensation for just a moment.  Almost against her will, her hands came up to curve over his shoulders, her fingers tracing each bulging muscle in his shoulders, down his arms.  His skin was warm and supple beneath her hands, encouraging her to touch more, to explore.  Could this really be happening?  Was this shockingly tender lover the same Murphy who’d purposely picked arguments with her every time they were in a room together?

             
“I think I like your complications,” she said. 

             
He smiled against her neck, his warm breath skating over the sensitive skin.  “We’re just getting started.”

             
“Can we complicate things with less talking?” she asked. “Kiss me.”

             
Murphy claimed her lips then, settling his mouth over hers.  It was not a rough kiss, but it was too primal, too much of a branding to be truly gentle.  With his lips, he mapped every curve of hers before boldly sliding his tongue along the seam.  Her lips parted instantly then, inviting him inside.  Her mouth tasted so sweet.  It was as if he’d been starving for her.  He had actually.  There’d been women in his life, but always in the back of his mind had been that voice proclaiming that they weren’t the one.  For him, that had always been Kayleigh.  Having her body pressed against his, the sweetness of her mouth his to explore, it was simply magic. 

             
“I’ve wanted this for so long,” he said, the confession pouring out of him of its own volition as his hands coasted beneath her T-shirt, over the softness of her abdomen.  He liked that he couldn’t feel her ribs, that her body was full and lush.  Somehow, between the two of them, her t-shirt disappeared, lost into the darkness that surrounded the bed.  The bra she wore was a confection of pale silk and lace.  Her breasts spilled over the tops of the delicate cups, and through the lace, he could see the darkened circles of her aureolas.  Dipping his head, he found one taut peak with his mouth, laving it through the fabric.  She moaned beneath him, her back arching as she offered her breasts to him.  He cupped his hand over the other mound, savoring the feel of her supple flesh and the hardened bud of her nipple rasping against his palm.  Impatiently, he tugged the cup of her bra down, dampened from his mouth.   She was so perfect, he thought.  Her nipples were large and dark, a beautiful contrast to her pale skin.  

             
Without the barrier of fabric, he once again closed his mouth over the furled bud, suckling it deeply this time.  Kayleigh cried out his name and his cock, already aching, began to throb painfully.  He wanted so desperately to sink into her warmth, to feel the wet heat of her sex closing around him.  But there was no guarantee that he would get another chance to be with her, and he needed to make sure that it was as perfect for her as possible.  Reaching beneath her, he deftly unclasped her bra and pulled the straps down her arms, until it too was gone.  Alternately sucking, licking and nipping at each of her breasts, he reached for the drawstring of her pajama pants and tugged it free.  Her hands clasped behind his head, her fingers gripping his hair tightly, holding him closer.  There was no protest, no move to stop him. 

             
Sliding his hand over the soft mound of her belly, he dipped lower until he encountered the crisp, dark curls that shielded her sex.  Moving lower still, he traced his fingers delicately along the seam of her pussy, as if he had all the time and patience in the world.  Featherlight touches that did more to enflame than soothe had her thrusting her hips against his hand, seeking.    Unable to resist the temptation, he delved one fingertip into her slick channel, tapping it lightly against the hardened bud of her clit.  She shuddered and moaned, parting her thighs in invitation.  Tugging her pants down further, he rose on his haunches between her parted thighs to stare down at her. 

             
“You are so fucking beautiful,” he said, strangely humbled. 

             
“You don’t think I’m too fat?”

             
“I think you’re perfect,” he said, honestly. 

             
Kayleigh believed him.  Never in her life had she been to bed with a man who seemed to enjoy her body as much as Murphy did.  It left her reeling. She’d always enjoyed her curves, but so many of the men she’d known had talked about her needing to diet or exercise.  They all loved that she had enormous breasts and a healthy behind, but none of them wanted to accept that having a less than taut belly or fleshy thighs were part of the bargain.  But Murphy didn’t seem to mind at all.  His gaze traveled over and her everywhere he looked, she felt it as surely as if he’d touched her.  Then he was kissing her again, her neck, her breasts, along her ribcage.  All the while, he was stroking her clit with only one finger.  The touch was deliberately arousing and just as deliberately unsatisfying.  It was a touch designed to keep her climbing but to never let her crest. 

             
“Please, Murphy,” she finally begged. “I need more.”

             
Kayleigh wanted to weep with joy when a second finger joined the first.  It increased the pressure slightly, offering a little relief, but it would not bring her the climax she needed. 

             
“I need you to fuck me,” Kayleigh murmured, clutching at his shoulders. 

             
“I am not going to fuck you, Kayleigh.  I’m going to make love to you,” he said. 

             
Kayleigh felt him moving lower, his hot mouth trailing kisses over her stomach, his tongue dipping into her navel, and then the two fingers that had been stroking her clit were buried inside her, touching her deeply.  She moaned with the intensity of the feeling.  That moan morphed into a guttural scream as his mouth closed over her clit, his perfect lips clamping tightly around the hardened nub as his tongue tormented it.  The tension that had been building inside her coiled more tightly and her breath became short and panting.  She clutched at his hair, holding his head in place as she arched more fully against his skilled mouth.  

             
“Oh my god!  Murphy!  You’re killing me.”

             
He chuckled against her sensitized clit, causing her to shudder.  If Kayleigh’s mouth had tasted sweet to him, then her beautiful pussy was like ambrosia.  He traced each delicate fold with his tongue, lapping greedily at the juices that flowed from her.  It wasn’t enough to simply make her cum.  He wanted it to be perfect, to be the man she would never forget, even if she did walk way.  Feeling her arch beneath him, her hips rising off the mattress to press more firmly against his mouth, he knew that she was close.  Curling his fingers forward inside her, he stroked that sensitive spot just behind her clit, and felt her shudder.  The sounds she made spurred him on.  Stroking her G-spot, his lips and tongue working her clit with skill and a healthy dose of enthusiasm, he relished every shudder, every sigh that came from her.  When her body tensed, every muscle coiling tight as a bow string, and a soft, keening cry escaping her parted lips, he felt the contractions of her orgasm.  The walls of her pussy fluttered around his invading fingers and her clit pulsed beneath his tongue.  Still, he didn’t stop.  He was relentless as he continued the sensual assault.  One orgasm flowed into the next and he savored each tiny flutter of her body under his. 

             
“Murphy!  I can’t... no more.  Please,” she pleaded. 

             
“I think you can,” he urged.

             
“I need you inside me,” she said.  “Please... I need to feel you.”

             
It was a plea he couldn’t resist.  Moving over her, he knelt between her parted thighs and removed his boxers.  His cock was so hard it ached.  Precum beaded at the head in anticipation.  He parted the slick folds of her sex and nudged just the head of his cock inside her.  The heat of her body clutching at him was the most perfect pleasure.  He gritted his teeth, fighting the urge to simply thrust into her, to pound into the soft, wet, welcoming sheath again and again until he found his own release.  But patience was rewarded.  He’d brought her to orgasm with his mouth and his fingers several times. It was purely selfish and probably egotistical, but he wanted to feel her cumming around his cock. 

             
Kayleigh arched against him, feeling the thick head of his cock barely breaching her channel.  She wanted to feel him deep inside her.  “More,” she demanded, her nails scoring his thighs.  In response, he thrust forward slightly, his cock sliding in just a bit deeper.  She moaned at the exquisite sensation, feeling him stretch the walls of her pussy to accommodate the impressive girth of his member.  Planting her feet on the mattress, digging in her heels, she lifted her hips slightly, bringing him even deeper.   “Just because we have all night, Murphy, doesn’t mean you have to take all night!”