Free Holiday Bound by Beth Kery

cheek in uneven bursts.
    “You’re not my father’s. You’re mine, Angeline.”
    She lay there gasping, turned inside out…undone by the force of nature called Alex Carradine.

Chapter Seven
    He kissed her ear and neck in the minutes that followed. His cock softened in her warm clasp. Alex knew he had to withdraw or risk spilling some of the semen gathered in the condom, but he hated the idea of moving. She tilted her face toward him, nuzzling his lips with her jaw.
    “I need to use the bathroom,” she whispered.
    He shifted his hips, cursing softly under his breath at the sensation of leaving the warm, soft haven of Angeline’s body. He rolled off her with equal reluctance.
    It seemed that the separation heralded the cold return of doubt.
    “Put on my shirt,” he said as he watched her stand, struck anew by her feminine beauty. Something about the lush curve of her hips and buttocks contrasting with her narrow waist made him want to possess her all over again.
    Her averted face as she slipped his shirt over her shoulders made him wonder if his previous possession was a one-time event.
    When she returned several minutes later, he couldn’t read her expression in the shadowed room. She hesitated several feet away from where he lay when she saw he’d zipped their two sleeping bags together into one large bag. He saw her elegant throat convulse as she swallowed.
    He perfectly understood her wariness, but he said nothing, curious as to what she would say or do. Fucking each other like animals in the heat of the moment was one thing.
    Sleeping in each other’s arms was another.
    She nodded at the sleeping bags. “Alex…do you really think it’s wise to—?”
    “Why wouldn’t it be?” At the sight of the anxiety on her face, he sighed and relented. “I’m not going to attack you again, Angeline. Not now, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
    She stepped toward him hastily. “It’s not that. I don’t think you attacked me, I just—” Her voice broke. She inhaled and stared at the fire. He’d added a log and some kindling while she was in the bathroom and the flames leapt high.
    “I don’t know what to think,” she finished quietly.
    He tossed back the corner of the sleeping bag and nodded pointedly at the opening. “I’m not so sure what to think, either. Come on. We’ll sleep on it and get around to worrying about it come morning.”
    For a taut moment she stood poised, reminding him of a deer in the second before it leapt into flight. But then she was kneeling on the carpet and sliding her feet down next to his. He pressed her back against the front of him. A shiver coursed through her when he wrapped her in his arms, settling her head on his chest. She’d become chilled on her trip to the bathroom. He rubbed her shoulder and upper arm slowly as he stared into the flames and her scent filled his nose. He sensed that her eyes were open as well, watching the fire…her mind undoubtedly churning with growing anxiety.
    She’d fucked her boyfriend’s son in the dead of night and, given all the available data, she’d loved it.
    Alex knew he had. Making love to Angeline was the easy part.
    Now he was faced with the daunting task of convincing this amazing woman she was involved with the wrong Carradine.

    Angeline drowsily inhaled the smell of coffee and burning cedar logs. In the distance, she heard the low howl of a winter wind, but the ominous sound only seemed to increase her languor.
    That bitter wind couldn’t touch her. Not here.
    She shifted in her cocoon, hesitant to open her eyes, wanting nothing more than to enjoy this sleepy, delicious warmth. A hazy memory told her she’d been very cold recently, making her exponentially appreciate the warmth.
    She’d also been very, very hot—
    Her eyelids popped open. She lay unmoving, staring onto patio doors that led onto a gray and white world. Snow fell heavily outside the doors, nearly shutting out the light of day.
    She was in Alex