Page 23 of Cold and Bitter Snow

Siena

He was doing everything right, but it wasn’t enough. She wanted more, she wanted everything. She couldn’t remember ever feeling this greedy before.

Still arching into his touch, she reached for his belt, in the process rubbing his cock through his trousers. He hissed through his teeth in response.

“Careful,” he growled. “Or you’re going to make me come.”

“Wouldn’t want that,” she whispered, undoing the belt easily with one hand and moving on to the button. That part gave her a bit more trouble.

“Take this off,” she asked. “Now.”

He sat on the bed, taking off his boots and socks in record time. His jeans and underwear hit the ground next—soon he stood in front of her, completely naked.

His cock was huge. Admittedly, she didn’t have much to compare with. She’d only been with two men before, and she actually couldn’t remember the last time she and John had sex before he broke up with her.

Which maybe goes a long way to explain why we broke up.

Conor must have sensed her distraction.

“We don’t have to rush into anything,” he said in a low voice. She stared at his chiseled body—at the scars that showed just how much he’d endured—and her heart melted a bit.

Normally she would have taken the rest of her clothes off in bed but she wanted—no, she needed—to show him how much she wanted him. She shimmied out of her jeans and underwear and squared her shoulders, making herself as vulnerable as he’d made himself.

His cock twitched and a look of intense desire crossed his eyes. He covered the distance between them and picked her up gently in his arms. It was a reminder of the way he’d carried her in the mountains.

“Your shoulder,” she warned him.

“Forget my shoulder,” he growled, laying her in bed gently. He kissed down her body, from that spot right around her collarbone that felt so heavenly down to her breasts, her belly button.

Finally his soft breath reached her mound. She was glad she’d waxed just a few days earlier. From his ragged groan, it looked like he appreciated the landing strip design.

“You’re so beautiful,” he repeated. He kissed her down there, tentatively at first, almost reverently. When his tongue flicked against her clit she arched her hips, letting him know how much she needed that touch.

“You like that, don’t you,” he whispered. He sucked on her clit and she thought she might die of pleasure. At the same time, his index finger opened her up gently. “You’re so tight.”

“More,” she begged. He added a second finger, increasing the pressure while sucking gently at her with his mouth. The double attack undid her: her body convulsed in a sudden, beautiful orgasm. Her pussy clenched against his fingers.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered when she could speak again, “I couldn’t help myself.”

“You’re beautiful when you come,” Conor said, looking very pleased with himself. His fingers left her as he moved back up the bed to hold her. And even though she was still breathless from the orgasm, she felt the loss and wanted him back.

Heat flared inside her. She’d never been this greedy before.

Conor held her to him. She felt his hard length against her hip but he made no move to enter her.

“I’m ready,” she said.

“We don’t have to do anything else,” he answered. “That was already amazing.”

She cupped his face in her hands. “Can I tell you a secret?”

He nodded, his expression serious.

“I feel empty without you. I want more.”

His cock twitched against her and he groaned, sinking his face into her neck, nipping at her hard enough that she knew she’d bear the mark the next day.

“Let me see if I can fix that,” he said, lining up his cock with her entrance. She closed her eyes but, instead of entering her, he sat up in bed. This time his groan held no pleasure, just a whole lot of frustration.