Page 33 of Rescued By the Dog Trainer

"Jesus." His breath rasps hot against my jaw as he tears his mouth from mine to drag his lips down my throat to the hollow of my collarbone. "I've been going insane wanting this. Since the PickAxe. Before that, if I'm honest."

"Less talking." My voice breaks against his jaw as my fingers dig into the muscle of his shoulders through his shirt. "Take me."

A low laugh rumbles in his chest as his breath warms the sensitive skin of my throat.

"Oh, love." He grips my hip with hard pressure, pulling my body flush against his chest. "First, I'm going to tell you what I've thought about every night in this cabin. Stripping those thermals off you to spread your thighs and push into you until you're shaking in my arms. And then I'm going to do every damn bit of it."

"Then do it faster." My fingers dig into his shoulders as I pull him flush against me.

"Fast?" A low laugh breaks against my lips. "Not a chance in hell, love. Wrap your legs around me and hold on."

He grips the hem of my heavy wool sweater and yanks it up over my head in one frantic movement, tossing it into the dark behind him. He grabs my thermal shirt next, pulling it over my face as his rough palms scrape across my ribs while cold air hits my bare skin.

"Look at me." His command rasps low in the dark as I pull my head free of the collar.

I open my eyes to pant for air against the timber wall.

His grey eyes burn into mine, stripped of every NCO shield he's worn since the day I arrived. He rips his henley over his head and shoves it aside. His bare chest shines slick with heat and firelight.

His calloused hands cup my bare breasts. His thumbs roll over my erect nipples with a firm pressure that sends a jolt of liquid heat straight down to my thighs.

"I've wanted my hands on you since the day you stood toe-to-toe with me in the yard and didn't give an inch." His mouth drags down my throat to the hollow of my collarbone as his teeth graze my skin before he lowers his head to take my swollen nipple into his mouth to suck hard until a breathless cry tears from my throat.

My hands tangle in his hair to hold him against my chest as my back arches off the timber wall.

He shoves his knee between my legs to rub his thick thigh against my center through my thermal pants while he presses the hard ridge of his cock directly into my lower belly. He grinds his hips into mine to let me feel the throbbing weight of his erection through his work pants.

"That's yours." His voice turns to gravel against my ear as he takes my wrist and presses my palm flat over the hard ridge at his fly. "Every night since you got here. Yours."

"Jason." My fingers flex over the ridge of his cock through the heavy canvas.

"Unbutton these pants." His breath rasps against my jaw as his hands stay locked on my hips, holding me tight against his thigh. "No more words. Show me."

My fingers work the metal button of his trousers with frantic speed to tug his zipper down and reach inside his briefs. My palm closes around his bare shaft—hot and pulsing against my skin.

"Fuck." A rough groan tears from his chest as his head falls against the wall beside mine. "Harder."

I slide my hand up his thick length to the damp tip, my thumb rolling over his crown.

"Jesus, love." A dark groan tears from his throat as his hips shudder forward into my palm. "Steady hands. From day one."

"I want you inside me." My breath rasps against his neck as my hips surge against his thigh while cold air hits my bare torso. "Don't make me wait."

My fingers tighten around his shaft for one last lingering stroke before I let go, reaching up to tangle my fingers in his hair.

He grips the waistband of my thermal pants and underwear to yank them down over my hips and knees until they drop to the floorboards. He shoves his trousers down his thighs to free his cock between us.

Before lifting me, he reaches down between our bodies to cup my wet core. His calloused fingers part my slick folds and slide deep inside me with a relentless pressure while his thumb finds my swollen clitoris.

A loud gasp tears from my mouth as my back slams flat against the doorframe.

"Look at me." His voice rasps against my lips as he pumps two fingers in and out of my wet heat while his thumb circles my nub in fast strokes. "Let go. I've got you."

My heels dig into the floorboards as the pleasure turns to a searing wire inside my belly. He pumps his fingers hard inside me, driving his thumb over my nub to drink down my cries as he kisses me to take every sound I make.

The coil inside my core snaps.

An explosive climax detonates through my hips, my slick walls milking his fingers in rhythmic pulses as a sobbing cry breaks against his mouth.