Page 92 of Snowed Inn

“Maria,” he gasps just before my lips descend over the length of him.

I watch his face, enjoying every second of it. His eyes roll back. His jaw is tightly clenched. His expression is almost pained. I pull up and suck his tip. He groans again. Then one of his hands moves to the back of my head. He fists his fingers into my hair and pulls, not tightly enough to hurt but enough to feel it. It makes me smile. He lets me lower my mouth again, and when I pull up, I suck hard enough to make his eyes cross.

“Fuuuck,” he breathes.

His chest rises and falls in uneven bursts. He’s nearly panting, a slick sheen glistening at his hairline. His features are drawn tight, every muscle in his face etched with the effort to hold on.

I suck his length once more, twice, and the next thing I know, he’s pulled me off of him and up into his arms, where he easily flips me over.

He leans down to the floor and grabs something out of his jacket pocket.

“Condom,” he says quickly before ripping open the package and sliding it on.

Then he’s on top of me, pinning my hands to the mattress with his on either side of my head. His tip hovers at my entrance. I am mad with wanting him.

“Is this okay?” he asks, his gaze meeting mine. His eyes are the color of midnight.

“Yes,” I breathe. “I want you.”

I don’t need to say anything else. He slides into me deeply and I gasp his name. He stops and a shudder racks his body. I want to wrap my arms around his shoulders but he’s still got my hands pinned. I tell him as much.

“Next time,” he says, sucking my bottom lip into his mouth and kissing the hell out of me. “If you touched me right now I think I would come immediately.”

Ooh, that’s hot. But then he begins to move and all thoughts scatter from my mind.

He strokes into me once, twice, again, again. My hips lift to meet him. I am chasing another orgasm. My head falls back and my jaw is open wide. “I’ve wanted you for so long,” I tell him. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

“You have no idea,” he whispers into my ear between thrusts. “If I could have lifted you up on the bar that first day I met you, goddamn it, I would have.”

This news makes me even more wet and I wrap my legs around his hips as he continues to thrust into me.

“I’ve wanted to fuck you like this forever,” he growls.

He shifts, changes the angle just enough to make me gasp, one hand tightening around mine while the other slides between us with devastating precision. Every touch is deliberate, practiced, like he’s memorized exactly how to undo me.

The world narrows to heat and motion and the sound of my name on his lips. I shatter around him, breathless and boneless, clinging to his shoulders as the pleasure crests again—too much, perfect, overwhelming.

He follows me over the edge with a broken sound, holding me there until neither of us can tell where one ends and the other begins.

Chapter 34

It’s four a.m. We’re out in the kitchen eating cereal and laughing. I’m wearing a silky short robe and Jesse’s only got on his boxer-briefs. Getting a show of his whole body is everything right now.

The spoon hangs suspended in midair as I take in the sight of him leaning against the counter, lit only by the glow of the fridge. Jesse, hooded eyes, tousled hair, and that wicked grin that says he knows exactly what he’s doing to me.

“This cereal tastes better than it has any right to,” he says, shoveling another spoonful into his mouth like it’s the first real meal he’s had in days.

I blink at him. “That’s because we just burned about a thousand calories.”

He gives me a long, deliberate once-over. “Want to burn a thousand more?”

Before I can fire back a witty retort, he stalks toward me, setting his bowl aside, and slips his fingers into the sash of my robe. He tugs gently, letting the silk whisper open, exposing my bare skin to the cool kitchen air—and to him.

“You walking around like this,” he growls, voice low and thick, “you’re playing with fire.”

“Maybe I like the heat,” I murmur, arching an eyebrow, even as my breath stutters under his gaze.

He doesn’t wait. One swift move and I’m lifted onto the kitchen counter, legs spread, his hips slotting perfectly between mine. His mouth claims mine, hot and hungry, and when he pulls back just enough to look at me, there’s that wicked gleam in his eye.