Page 27 of SnowBound

With both hands back to clutching my thighs, she moved to her feet. The innocent smile of hers returned. Fucking fuck. The night was taking a turn I never predicted. And all the alarm bells inside me blasted at full intensity. I hadn’t been this aroused in a long time. Horny. Abby made me horny. For her. We were in an airport, and there was nothing I could do about it. Trying to tether my feelings and the chaos simmering inside me, I opened and closed my hands, needing something to distract me. Anything.

Abby cupped her heart with one hand. “Perfect,” she exclaimed before moving behind me to wheel the chair again. “Andy, this Christmas outfit suits you. It masks your broodiness. You look festive. And jolly.”

“Jolly?” Why did my voice sound so rough? I cleared my throat and tried again. “Jolly?”

A joyful exclamation, resembling a moan, passed her lips. “It’s a word, you know. And it fits you.”

I swallowed, refusing to turn my head to meet her eyes. My breathing was less laborious when I couldn’t see her. I could still feel her warmth all around me. And smell her. And it messed with me.

Closing my eyelids, I counted to ten, chasing away the images of Abby—red lips and big eyes—kneeling before me.

Once my composure, or remnants of it, came back, I opened my eyes and lowered them to my elf-ed feet. I blew out a long breath and shook my head. It killed some of the desire invading my body. I couldn’t believe this girl made me wear these. Whatever pull Abby had on me, I was too weak to resist it. And it made me question my sanity.

Being tied-up was probably for my own good after all. Because I wasn’t sure I could leash my hands and every part of my being if she set me free. Dirty images of her handcuffed to my bed, wearing little to no clothes and that sexy grin invaded my mind. My friend Joe was right. It’d been too long since the last time I let go and got laid. Or even enjoyed myself on a date. Maybe that explained the pressure tensing each fiber of my being right now. Simple reasoning. My last serious relationship ended over five months ago. We broke up when she flew to California, ditching her college plans to become an actress. All semester, I’d been so busy with music, school, and work that I barely had a minute to myself. And now I was the victim of my lack of social life. Damn it.

When I left the office party earlier tonight, I had no idea it would turn out to be the easy part. Joe would have a blast right now if he witnessed how pathetic I had become in just a few hours. For a girl. A stranger girl. But a girl, nonetheless.

If he were here, I would never hear the end of it.

Abby went to drop my shoes with my baggage at the café, and soon we arrived in front of a little sweet shop, and she bought two candy apples. A red one decorated as Santa and a white one looking like a snowman with golden glitter. She studied both treats before offering me the red one. “Sorry, I like sparkles. And everything that shines.” She winked. “I can’t resist a little white coating.”

What the hell. What was that about?

I shut my eyes for a second, inhaled and exhaled, and thanked her with a smile.

Two could play this game. No way would I be the only one suffering in silence. Now I wanted to see that blush rising up her cheeks.

“Oh, Abby, aren’t you going to feed me? My hands are tied up. I am sooo hungry.” I lifted my scrunchied wrists, giving her puppy dog eyes, filled with fake innocence. I could master that skill too. Desire flared in her gaze before she looked down and bit her lower lip. How I wanted to do that, lick her lips and suck on them. Just one taste.

She opened her mouth and closed it. Took a deep breath. This was going to be interesting. She lifted her chin up, a flicker in her expression, and used her sex-dripped, husky voice again. Seriously, she could make a fortune on those phone sex calls. “Aaandy, I’ll feed you this big, juicy treat. Be careful, though. It’s sweet and sticky.” Her smile came back, filled with sensuous mischief, and my dick sprang wood in my jeans. Again.

The girl was good. And I savored the fact she’d played along by agreeing to feed me instead of calling my bluff. Both of us knew I could get out of the scrunchie anytime.

Had I opened a Pandora’s box? My challenge seemed to have brought a sparkle in her. There was confidence in her stance, and each action was fluid. Feminine. And this was bad. So bad. For me. But oh so tempting.

Before I realized her intentions, Abby straddled me on her knees and I startled, shifting in my seat, not ready to have her feel the hard part of me aching for her. Even though, deep down, all I wished was for her to acknowledge every inch of me. And take control of the situation straining my pants.

My dick pulsed every time her lips touched the white glaze, licking and sucking on pieces of it. “This is so good,” she moaned, her tongue licking her lips to capture each piece. Why did she have to pick the white one? Either she was clueless about everything or this was part of her master plan to fucking mess with me.

Not done with teasing her, I licked the red coating, swirling my tongue, looking deep into her eyes. Her jaw hung open, and her pupils dilated. The air between us became electrified.

I emptied my lungs, trying to resume my normal breathing.

“Abby, you have some white stuff at the corner of your lips.”

She used her tongue to lick it off.

Fuck, this girl would kill me. I cleared my throat. “No, the other side.” Like I was in a trance, I followed the movement of her tongue as it wiped the other side clean.

I dragged my joined hands over my face to calm down.

Holding both treats in one hand, her finger traced my bottom lip, and she brought it to her mouth.

“Sorry, you had a little glaze there. And some at the corner of your mouth. Want me to wipe it, or you wanna lick it yourself?”

What. The. Fuck.

My body overheated. I craved the woman as much as I craved some distance from her. My tone lowered. “Untie me. Please.” I sounded desperate.