“I’m here to deliver your shit, Jack! I’m not letting it all spoil because of some bad weather.” She angled around me to reach for the cooler but I blocked her. I shoved the cargo hold shut, twisted the handle to secure the door, and turned back to her.
She was spitting mad, her strawberry blonde hair plastered over her cheeks and forehead. My cock thumped in my soaked jeans and, knowing she’d stand out here in the storm and argue all day, I leaned down, put my shoulder into her belly and tossed her up and over my shoulder.
“Put me down!” she shrieked at me as she tried to wiggle free.
I didn’t listen to her protests, just picked up my pace as I hurried toward the house. Her ass bounced next to my face and I could feel her tits as they rubbed against the wet fabric on my back. My dick got harder and I jogged faster. I’d wanted her in my house. I’d fantasized for a long time about getting her inside, stripping her out of her clothes, and…
This wasn’t exactly what I’d had in mind.
I got into the house and threw Anna rather ungracefully onto the couch before heading out to get the two coolers full of food I knew were for me. No telling how long we might be stuck here, and I didn’t want to risk even that small amount of food rotting.
When I had everything put away, I returned to find her huddled on the coach, white as a sheet. Her legs were tucked up under her and she was staring into space. I turned to the fireplace and, despite it being August, gathered up wood to start a fire. We were both soaked through and if I was cold, then she was freezing. I also needed time to calm the raging erection that pressed painfully against the front of my soaked jeans. And seeing her body clearly defined by the wet clothes wasn’t helping. Nor was the sight of her nipples poking through the fabric of her shirt.
Did she not wear a bra on purpose?
Once the fire roared to life, I heard her fumbling behind me, cursing me as she stood. I smiled to myself, knowing my manhandling had hurt her ego.
“Damn it, I can’t stay here. I can’t do this,” she was talking to herself as she stomped straight for the fucking door. God, she is stubborn. I dropped the extra pieces of wood back into the crate and hauled ass to the door, right on her heels. My massive frame loomed over her slender one, my hand over her head kept her from opening the door. It took barely a few seconds to register the fact that my entire torso was pressed against her backside, from ass to shoulders. My pecs pressed nearly into her neck, my erection unmistakable on her lower back. Shit.
“You’re not flying in this,” I said.
“I’m not stupid. Of course I’m not going to fly in this, but I’ll sit and wait out the storm in the plane,” Anna bit out. She turned to face me and we both realized that was a mistake; my erection pressed into her stomach and we both gasped. She sidestepped the door and I turned my back against it, acting like my dick hadn’t just introduced itself.
“Seriously, Jack, let go of the fucking door!” She shoved at me, tried to move me away from the door but ended up slipping in her wet boots. Her ass thumped on the polished wood floor of my cabin and she scrambled up to her knees.
I kind of liked her in that position, kneeling, her full pink lips just inches from my body. So did my dick. Dammit, it wasn’t going down anytime soon. Not with thoughts of her fingers working open my jeans and grabbing hold so she could put me in her mouth.
Gripping a wrist, I helped her to her feet. No way could she remain on her knees.
“Sit in the plane, Anna? Really? Why the hell would you want to do that when I have a perfectly good house here with a nice warm fire?”
Of course, with her standing, I got a better view of her hard nipples and I wondered how they’d taste, how they’d feel in my mouth. My knees buckled a bit, the pulse in my cock nearly knocked me over. Just a hint of her nipples and I lose my fucking mind… I cleared my throat and tore my eyes away from the fabric that covered her chest.
“I can’t stay in here, with you.”
“Why not?” Anger rose, real and cold and hard as fucking steel. “You think I can’t keep my hands to myself? Are you afraid of me?”
“No.” She shook her head and stepped back, lifting her chin to meet my gaze. “Don’t be ridiculous.”
“I saw that landing, you almost died.” Chastising her was better than imagining her naked if I couldn’t touch, couldn’t taste.
I threw my arms out wide over the door and met her fiery gaze with my own. She dropped her eyes a bit and blushed, clearly upset I had witnessed her less-than-spectacular landing.
“You weren’t supposed to see that,” Anna mumbled and turned her back to me. She pooled water on my hardwood with each step, but all I could see was the way her wet jeans clung to her perky, round ass.