Taming Alaska Page 2

  “No, no. I wasn’t.”

  A simple raise of the eyebrow told me he’d caught me and knew I was lying. Divert! Divert!

  “So, what’s your opinion?”

  The sweep of his arm encompassed the whole room. “Needs a lot of work. Ground work is there, she’s a nice solid building. But the details… Well. They say the devil is in the details.”

  I folded my arms. “Lay me.”

  Dead. I was dead. Why wasn’t my brain working, and Garrett, the most gorgeous man I’d ever seen, was chuckling at my totally unendearing befuddlement. Well, fuck him.

  You know you want to.

  Grimacing, I corrected myself. “I mean, lay it out for me.”

  “You have good southern exposure”—he winked—“so solar is totally doable. Roof can hold it. Can’t rely on it in the winter, so you need the turbine too. You have a generator in the back. Massive diesel one, too. Should power most everything.”

  Leaning against the counter, he jerked a thumb at the fridge. “That’s trash.”

  “Oh, we know. Our biologist couldn’t figure out what was growing inside.”

  “Good. What I can do for you right away is this: Get the fridge and the stove wires up to code, and get a friend up here with a diesel tanker, top you off. You can run the stove, fridge, and hot water heater off that for now. I have enough solar panels in stock at my shop to set you up there, but the storage batteries won’t be in until next week if I order them today. Still, better to start installation.

  “The wind turbine I have to order from Vancouver, and it’ll be a few weeks to get in. That’s also going to need some construction with it, because of the tower. That won’t be able to produce power until mid-July for the installation process.

  “Meanwhile, you’ll also need a new water tank. That thing is about to go. I’m going to have to rewire some of the upstairs and upgrade the bathrooms. You’re also going to need a new shower stall in the master bath, a new sink and toilet in the hall bath. This bath down here is going to need a new toilet in a few months. The kitchen sink is rusting on the bottom. The floor here”—he tapped with his foot—“feels soft and you’re probably going to have to replace some boards. I also noticed it’s a little smoky in here and that means you’ll need the chimney swept, but you can get a creosote log that will help that right away. You might want to have someone check the hook-ups on—”

  I waved my hands, pleading for him to stop. “This place is basically a dump?”

  “A dump with good bones.”

  “Shit.”

  He folded his arms over his chest—oh. Pecs.—and grinned again. “So what do you want to do?”

  See how good your bones are? “We need the power. For the fridge and stove. But we can’t let the place languish like this. So, I guess, do me from top to bottom.”

  I was having real trouble getting my brain to stop throwing up sexual innuendoes. And my mouth wasn’t helping me at all. As soon as the words were out of my mouth, I turned beet red and put my hands over my face.

  He was suddenly there, in front of me. I could feel his heat wrapping around me and I didn’t want to open my eyes for fear of what I was going to find.

  “Are you still talking about the house?”

  Peeling my fingers away, I looked up to find Garrett standing over me, staring down. His cool ice eyes were on fire, and I was burning up. There was so much lust there, I had never seen such desire in a man’s eyes before.

  “Maybe not…” The words were a squeak out of my mouth.

  “Would you like me to start working on… your wiring?”

  How the hell did he make wiring sound sexy? “Yes, please.”

  “I’ll be glad to work with such a nice southern exposure.” Even closer now, he took my hands in his and moved them away from my face. His eyes roamed my features, memorizing and studying them. His mouth dropped even with my ear and I heard his snuffling at my hair. “You smell amazing.”

  I smelled like fire and must, but I’d let him have his delusions if it meant he was going to be this close. He, on the other hand, smelled amazing. Cedar and soap and fresh fallen snow and oh-so-warm.

  And I was on a three-month hiatus from life. I was recovering from a terrible engagement. I wasn’t ready to settle into a full-time job yet, and I was horny as hell.

  “Garrett?”

  “Hmm?”

  “I want to hire you to do the electrical work. Under one condition.”

  “Hmm?”

  God, was I really going to do this? “I want you to lie down in front of the fireplace with me, undress me, and fuck me blind.”

  His breath was sharp and there was a momentary pause. “Where are your friends?”

  “In town. Until at least lunch time.”

  The adorable black eyebrow quirked at me. “Hmm.”

  The very next thing I knew, the room was spinning and I was up in his arms as he brought us over to the air mattress in front of the crackling fire. As soon as my weight was out of his arms, his mouth was on mine and the sense of cedar and fresh snow intensified.

  Only a moment at my lips, just long enough to make me want him even more, his kisses landed on the soft, sweet spot beneath my ear.

  “You’re sure about this?”

  Nodding as I made quick work of the buttons on his shirt, I moaned from his lips on my skin before I could answer. “Yes.”

  “We don’t know each other.”

  “Wine me and dine me after. I need this.” I brushed my fingers over the now hard bulge behind his zipper.

  His laugh danced hot breath on my throat. “You’re going to make it really hard to run wire.”

  “Running wire won’t be hard. I’ll make it hard when you learn how to lay pipe.”

  “Good God, damn,” he managed as I found his nipples and pinched them.

  I ran my hand down to his waist and grabbed the button there. His fingers stopped me before I could slip it free.

  “Wait. Hang on. Protection.”

  What was he talking about? I was dizzy from the heat between us, and I was panting. “What…”

  “Protection.”

  “Oh, I’m on birth control.”

  “You’re good with that?”

  “Very.”

  He studied me a moment, again tracing my features with his gaze. Leaning in again, he gave me a slow, tender kiss that was deeper and had more caring and meaning than any dozen kisses my ex had ever given me. A soft breath danced over my lips with a single word.

  “Mine.”

  There was so much desperate longing, such fierce protection, such wonderful anticipation that had I been just a bit more naked and wound up, I would have come.

  I damn near did.

  My hand was back at his button, but he pulled it away again and his hand landed at the bottom of my shirt. He wasn’t subtle and lifted the shirt up and over my head, tossing it to the side.

  He let out a breath and ran his hands over, around, under my breasts. His palms rested on top for a moment and plumped them.

  While one hand was still resting there, the other followed the line of the strap, hooked it, pulled it down my arm, and off my shoulder. He peeled the cup down and released the soft, pillowy mound into his hand.

  Hot, scorching lips met the pearled tip and I let out a sigh. It had been entirely too long since someone had touched me, desired me the way Garrett did at that moment.

  While he feasted there, I desperately tried to keep my head and pull his shirt up so I could feel his skin on mine. He accommodated long enough to lift his head and move to the other breast that he managed to get out of its cotton prison.

  His skin was hot and soft. A smattering of hair dusted his chest and stomach and pointed south.

  God, I was so ready for him. All at once I was shocked at myself for being so bold and at the same time, angry I had waited this long to find someone to take me to bed.

  I needed this.

  But more, I was consumed by the strange, almost dange
rous desire for just and only the man now sucking on my nipples like a starving beast.

  Garrett pinched the one he wasn’t currently engaged with, and a shock of desire raced through me again. Landing directly between my legs, it seemed to peel away the last vestiges of self-awareness, and I reached down to unbutton my own pants.

  “Someone is eager.” Dark, smoky words vibrated my skin and I let out a breath as his tongue dragged over me.

  “God, yes, please.”

  I could feel his smile and he slowly, slowly kissed down my breast after a quick nip at the bud. His tongue and lips burned a path down my skin as his hands pushed mine out of the way, and he peeled my pants down and off my hips, taking my panties with him.

  I shivered and ran my hands through his shortish hair. This was strange and dangerous—I knew better than this, but I didn’t want to know better than this at the moment. Garrett was one of those men you dreamed about having in bed, but never thought would be there.

  Especially since I’d been listening to how terrible and awful a person I was for the past three years.

  “Where’d you go?” he asked, the words tickling my mound.

  “Mmm, I’m still here.” I glanced down and my eyes grew wide. He was going to—

  His tongue dusted my clit and it was pure electricity. My hips left the mattress and I could still feel his smile and tongue there.

  I’d had fun with fingers down there but… I’d been told that tongues and clits didn’t mix.

  Garrett was well on his way to disproving that as he pulled my pants all the way down my legs, never moving from what he was doing.

  Chucking the pants to the side, his flat wide tongue licked up one side of my sex and then the other. “God, Jess. You are delicious.”

  A finger slipped inside me, and I could tell how wet I was. Garrett’s rumble of approval lanced me and I fisted the sheets.

  Sweet. Jesus.

  His tongue danced at the entrance by his finger and he groaned, “Jess, you taste amazing. I’m never going to get enough of your pussy.”

  “You can try,” I gasped, bucking my hips against him again as he slid another finger inside me.

  “I want to taste your cum, baby,” he breathed. His tongue swept back and forth over my clit, and I was practically in tears from the pleasure.

  “Oh, God,” I managed. “Garrett, don’t stop. Holy shit, holy fuck, don’t stop!”

  A third finger slipped inside as he pumped me gently and his tongue speared my clit, deftly teasing it, tasting it.

  His other hand found my nipple—the man was an octopus—and he pinched it.

  “Yes!” The climax roared through me, making me arch my back and scream. One hand fisted the sheets again. The other drove my nails into his scalp as the pure pleasure of his mouth on me crested and after long moments seemed to start to ebb.

  It took time for me to finally settle, but I felt him on the mattress, crawling back up my body.

  “Those pants better be gone,” I breathed. I hadn’t gotten enough of him. I wanted a lot more.

  He chuckled. “You look delightfully indecent, Jess.”

  Rising up on my elbows, he took the invitation to unfasten my bra and toss it with the rest of my clothes. He kneeled up and shoved his pants down over his ass.

  I made a note to make sure I got a good look at that magnificent ass before he covered it up again.

  He kneeled between my legs, naked. His cock jutted out, and he stroked himself a few times. Damn. He was gifted.

  There was a hunger in his eyes, one I had never seen in a man’s eyes before. It was laced with possession and desire. There was no veil on the lust there, and the want for something more, much much more than a quick fuck in front of the fireplace.

  I couldn’t say I wasn’t thinking the same thing. It was, though, a dangerous thought for me. I wanted to be unfettered for a while, away from the possessive and controlling ideas of a relationship.

  Something told me, though, with Garrett, being possessed by him would be one of the most amazing things in my life. Because possession wasn’t control to him. I could see his desire to protect and care, which nearly scared me as much as possession.

  Nearly. Not quite.

  Because there was another kind of possession I was totally on board with at that moment.

  Garrett leaned down and ran his hands up my thighs, my hips, my sides. He framed my breasts again, dusting fingers over my still puckered nipples. Planting a hand on either side of my head, he leaned down.

  “Grab my cock, Jess. Show me where I go.”

  Ooh, I liked this. I ran my hands down over his chest, pinching one then the other nipple. He hissed as my hands traveled farther down, over his perfect six-pack abs, down farther, tracing the lines of his Adonis belt that pointed straight to his magnificent erection.

  He was wonderfully thick and ready and I wrapped my hand around him, guiding him to my entrance.

  “Right there, Garrett. You need to be there.”

  He studied my face for a moment and then leaned down and kissed me liked I had never been kissed before. Sweet, possessive, careful—he tasted like chocolate and spruce, with a hint of ocean air. I realized I could kiss him all day and not need another thing from him.

  What was happening to me? This wasn’t the way I imagined my first after-disaster romp happening.

  It was so. Much. Better.

  He held my mouth, sweeping his tongue in, tasting every corner of me as he slowly pushed himself inside me. I could feel the thick head of his dick stretching me, and holy shit it was good.

  I broke the kiss to gasp as he reached the absolute depth of my channel. “Holy crap…”

  Leaning his forehead on mine, he took more than a few deep breaths.

  “Move, Garrett.”

  “Shit, Jess, give me a minute. You feel so good. I need just a minute.”

  I giggled. “Schoolboy?”

  “Like I just saw my first pair of titties.”

  I smirked and wiggled my ass.

  “Not fair,” he hissed through gritted teeth. But I didn’t have to wait another moment for him. He slid himself back out and it was just as good as his slide in.

  Long, slow strokes drove him in and out. I wrapped a leg around his waist and just let him take his time. It felt so wonderful to have him inside me. I didn’t even need to come again.

  Not that I had a choice, with the way his erection brushed over my clit, slowly and steady. I could feel all the muscles in my body coiling tighter and tighter.

  “Jess…” he breathed. “You feel so amazing.”

  He dropped his forehead to mine again and breathed slowly. His chest brushed against my breasts and my breath stuttered.

  “Garrett?”

  “Yes?”

  “Fuck me hard?”

  He swallowed. “Really?”

  “Yes, please.” I kissed his nose. “I know you can be gentle. Show me you can fuck me.”

  He growled. Honest to God growled and pulled out.

  I was lost for a moment. I had just asked him to be hard, and he pulled away—and then his hand found my hip and flipped me over.

  Not letting go, he pulled my ass in the air and slid back in, hard and deep. I yelped, and he laughed, leaning down close to me.

  “This is my favorite position, Jess. Right behind you. My cock deep in your pussy.” I felt his fingers in my hair, and he pulled it just a little tight. “Tell me if I’m too much.”

  “Not enough,” I panted.

  He grunted, growled again—what was that about—and slammed into me.

  I yelped again. Holy crap it felt good. I hadn’t had dirty sex in a long time. He started to move even faster and harder, and I couldn’t think for a moment. All I could do was feel—his shaft inside, his balls on my clit, his hand tightening in my hair.

  “Shit, Jess…finger yourself.”

  Without though, my hand was between my own legs, my finger on my clit as I felt him heaving in and out of me.
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  This was amazing.

  “Come, Jess. Make yourself come.”

  I pressed on my tightened nub as his balls slapped my hand against myself. I was panting and desperately clawing my way to an amazing orgasm.

  “Come with me…” I panted.

  “Yes,” he gasped, grasping my hips tight enough to leave bruises, and moved harder and faster.

  He moved one hand, just a little, and brushed a finger over my dark entrance.

  I was done. The climax took me. I screamed and pressed back against him hard, my toes curling, my hand grabbing the air mattress.

  “Jess!” Garrett yelled my name and slammed deep one more time, his cum coating my walls four, five—I lost count in the mind-numbing orgasm.

  The last thing I remembered was Garrett wrapping his arms around my waist and lowering us to the mattress.

  Shit.

  Chapter Two

  Garrett’s fingers brushed slowly over my skin on my neck by my shoulder. “You’re going to make working on the electrical here difficult.”

  I grinned, laying my head on my arm. “I’m a willing assistant.”

  “Oh, you’re willing, all right.” He let out a sigh. “Are you sure you’re okay without the protection? I mean…”

  “Do you make a habit of screwing strange women just an hour after you met them?”

  Taking a quick look at his watch, he feigned shock. “We made it an hour?”

  The laugh exploded out of me. “Okay, maybe not an hour. But it’s not like I do this either. There was just something…”

  “It was my cock. I know. You can admit it.”

  “It was your ass, honestly. And those eyes.”

  He gave me a quick kiss on the lips. “Do you make a habit of randomly asking strange men for a shag?”

  “Truthfully?” I kind of gave him a half a shrug. “I’ve never done it. I mean, I’ve had sex, but I’ve never out and out asked someone to…shag me.”

  “I think you asked me to fuck you.”

  “And you performed quite ably at the task assigned.”

  Another wave of chuckling and giggling passed between us. It was hard to believe I was this comfortable with the whole situation, and with him.