Free Get Lucky by Lorie O'Clare Page B

said, trying to catch her breath.
    Suddenly the wall was behind her and Marc was pressed against her. His blue eyes turned dark, like a sky right before a storm explodes. London would drown in those eyes, in his powerful, incredibly handsome face. His grin was as appealing as his serious expression, and she should be scared.
    Terrified. She should be more than scared. Marc was a guest, a man staying at the Elk Ski Lodge who would be out of her life as fast as he came in. Once again she would be alone, working day and night to avoid the bitter attack of loneliness. As much as these thoughts hit her hard, it was damn impossible to get them to sink in when his face was so close to hers. His body touched her everywhere. He was so near her she could almost taste him—almost. London could definitely feel him, especially his rock-hard cock that grew by the second and began throbbing against her pelvis.
    “Sweetheart,” he said, his voice suddenly hoarse, “trust me, your body is a much better weapon than mine.”
    When his expression turned serious something inside her quickened, causing her to hold her breath when he met her gaze.
    “I’m not a player,” he said slowly. “I don’t like getting hurt and won’t hurt anyone else.”
    “Good to know,” she said, her mouth all of a sudden so dry she could barely get the words out.
    “If you don’t want this, now would be a good time to tell me to stop.” His focus dropped to her lips as he spoke.
    “That’s hardly fair.” Again it was hard to get the words out. Her breath caught in her throat. “You’re putting the responsibility on me.”
    “You’re definitely the stronger right now,” he whispered, dropping his mouth to her collarbone, where he started nibbling.
    “I’m not so sure about that.”
    He was performing some kind of magic. There wasn’t any doubt in her mind. London had strict rules. She’d never had a problem sticking to them. Other men at the lodge had asked her out. She’d received gifts before. As she let her head fall back, the hard, smooth wall pressed against the back of her head while Marc continued licking and nipping at the base of her neck. She couldn’t get her brain to wrap around why saying no to Marc proved impossible.
    His mouth moved to hers and she received him with as much excitement as he offered. It was weird. Kissing Marc was like reuniting with an old friend. London wasn’t a virgin, but she had kept her serious admirers at bay for several years now. Once or twice she’d agreed to a date with a local man, spending an evening with him and almost always seeming to come home without having sex. At the moment, though, it didn’t make sense to her that she always said no.
    Her body screamed for release. The pressure building inside her was almost painful. Her pussy was so soaked she could feel the moisture pooling against her freshly shaved flesh. Her skin tingled, and fireworks kept snapping in her brain.
    “Are we going to do this?” Marc moved his lips over hers as he asked.
    “It looks that way.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and brought one leg up, pulling him closer.
    Marc lifted her into his arms, picking her up as if she didn’t weigh a thing. “Where is your bedroom?”
    She waved a hand in the air, which were the worse directions ever. Marc apparently understood them, though, and walked through her living room to the small hallway that led to her bedroom and bathroom. There wasn’t much to her house, but he was still impressed. When he placed her on her bed, her dress slipped down her shoulders, trapping her arms. She wouldn’t be able to move until she got out of it.
    “Wait,” she said when he started crawling over her.
    For a second it seemed the moment would turn awkward. But when London went on her knees in the middle of her double bed and started dragging her dress up her thighs, Marc stood and began undressing. She hurried to yank the thing off her, wanting to see all that brawn appear as