Page 33 of SnowBound

“Nah. I did.” Her voice quivered. “And you owe me a gift. That was the rule. And I request it now.”

With keen hands, I unbuttoned her shirt and pushed it over her shoulders, my mouth following the trail of bare skin.

“Anything,” I murmured, busy sampling every delicious inch of her. “Abby, ask anything of me, and I will do it.”

She paused, still hesitating.

I lifted her chin and looked into her eyes. “I’m all yours for the night. What do you want?”

“Love me. Like you mean it. I want to feel desired. And beautiful. And sexy. Just pretend I’m your girl. I wanna know how it feels to be cherished on Christmas.”

I leaned back, staring at her. “You sure?”

She bobbed her head, her eyes trained on mine and her lids heavy with lust, not shying away from what she’d asked. “In my real life, I don’t have much of a say. Tonight, with you, I can be myself. And I want you. I’ve been thinking about it all night.”

“You have?”

“Yes. Haven’t you?”

“Yeah. Ever since you danced on that stupid chair. I hated the idea of other men watching you.”

She quirked a brow. “Were you jealous?”

“Nah.”

She gave me a pointed look.

“Maybe a little.”

“I gave the show for you. Nobody else existed at that moment.”

I claimed her mouth in a bruising kiss. One that stole each molecule of oxygen from her. The air was charged with unsaid promises and anticipation around us. I swore the temperature of the room soared.

“What me to be honest?” I asked.

Abby watched me with unconcealed desire now. “Please.”

“It’s been torturing me, not being able to touch and kiss you.” I scanned the area around me, noticing the unfamiliar room for the first time. “Where are we?”

“A VIP suite. To relax and stuff. My mom used to be a flight attendant. A long time ago. I’ve been here before and know all about the secret stuff. A customer left the airport after his flight got delayed due to the storm. He handed over his key to the nice lady working at the coffee shop. She gave it to me earlier. Thought I could use it.”

“You had the key all this time?” I asked.

“Yep. I just never decided to use it until now.”

“God, you’re hotter by the minute.” With a confident gesture, I unclasped her bra, and one hand slid to her front, cupping a perky breast and molding it to my palm. Abby purred, the sound sending all the right signals to my erection. “And you are beautiful. Everything about you is.”

For a long second, she watched me watching her, both of us entranced by the other.

With shaky fingers, Abby unzipped my sweater and pushed it back. “I’m helping you.”

My lips claimed hers in an urgent demand to put out the wildfire raging inside me.

Still sitting on that chair, I peeled my T-shirt off, and she became flustered. In that instant, I liked the power I had over her and the way she admired me with no shame.

“Okay, you are very hot.” Her gaze traveled down my torso, taking in every inch of my defined chest and the faint trail leading downward. She chewed on her lower lip and lifted herself up when I reached for my belt before lowering my jeans and pushing my boxer briefs down my hips.

Abby looked at me as if I possessed all the keys to her heart.