Untouched: 2 (Rough Boys) by Em Petrova

upper arms and yanked her up his body. She sprawled atop him fully, reveling in every inch of his male hardness. His size made her feel delicate and that look in his eyes made her feel precious.
    Outside, wind drummed the house. A loose shutter flapped—something she’d heard before, but lying in bed with Mason, wrapped in his arms, gave the noise a familiarity that was at once intimate. Never in a million years would she have expected to lose her head and allow him to bring her here in the middle of that party.
    “You’re blushing.”
    She burrowed her nose in his throat and drew a gulp of his musky scent mixed with soap and water.
    “Why?”
    “I wonder what people will say when they realize we left the party together.”
    “Who cares?” He nudged her chin up to meet her gaze. The pressure of his fingers on her chin enflamed her. “Do you care if they’re all talking about us at the diner? Or at church on Sunday?”
    She shook her head. What did it matter? She was free.
    “Good. Because I like the thought of all those loggers getting jealous that you’re in my bed.”
    Her stomach flipped and heat slithered between her legs. She reached for one of the condoms on the floor and rolled it down over his length.
    Grinning, he ground his erection against her. “Sit on it, Eva. Ride my cock.”
    With a grin, she seated herself on him, his length gliding over her wet folds. He palmed her breasts, weighing them, his eyes like two gems. The need she read on his face fed her passion.
    Gripping his cock at the base, she positioned it at her pussy. Then slowly she sank down on him. Tossing back her head, she moaned into the quiet of the room. Each throbbing inch stretched her, filled her. Pressure grew in her belly, a heat she couldn’t ignore.
    He pinched her nipples. Hard. A cry burst from her and she snapped her gaze to his. He twisted them again, rougher than anyone had ever touched her. God, she’d never have guessed the pleasure to be had by the spear of pain.
    She rocked against him, taking him deeper, her thigh muscles quivering. Her pussy clamped down on his shaft. Goose bumps broke over her at the vibrations coursing through her body. Need rushed up, the pulsations beginning in her hypersensitive core.
    “Mason!” Her control fled and she rode him wildly.
    He sat up, locked her to him and pumped his cock inside her channel. Each stroke drove her higher until she was gasping, crying out. She gave herself up to him, clinging to him and depending on him to hold her through the storm.
    “Look at me, baby. Let me see your eyes as you splinter.” His gritty tone made her obey at once.
    Holding his gaze, she let go. Release claimed her and she shattered with a scream that he swallowed with his kiss. Tremors racked her and joy burst in her heart. As she slumped in his hold, only a single thought flitted through her head.
    Dawn was hours away and she was going to take advantage of every minute.

Chapter Four
     
    Mason choked the engine of his chainsaw and adjusted it until it was purring. Much like Eva last night.
    The vibrations of the saw ran up his arms and through his shoulders. He squinted up at the treetop, assessing it once more. Never could be too careful. Loggers died every year. Even those with a ton of experience like him had accidents.
    He tried to shift his night with Eva from his mind so he could focus on bringing down this white oak. The top was heavy on the right side but he didn’t want it to fall that direction. If it did, it would take out a solid thirty-incher that could be cut in a second wave.
    He wanted this particular tree to shoot the gap he’d cleared to the left, which meant some fancy saw work was needed.
    The wind was nonexistent and the air still after his regular faller, Tommy Cook, had just felled a tree. Two hundred yards away, he was busy select cutting too.
    Mason approached the tree and set his saw blade at an angle. The teeth cut through the thick bark and wood like a hot knife