Page 66 of Snowed In with Benefits

He’s absently running his thumb over my hip, but his eyes are off me again, staring at nothing in particular. He sighs, then shakes his head, like he’s arguing with himself inside. Finally, he looks at me again, his gaze piercing.

“I didn’t want anyone,” he says. “Not until you showed up.”

That hits my ego so hard that I barely know what to do with myself. I’m the one who broke him out of his shell? I pull him down and kiss him, my naked body pressed against his clothes. He groans into my mouth, grabbing my ass with one hand, keeping himself propped up with the other. His rough hands on my soft skin turn me on so much I can barely contain myself.

He deepens the kiss, shifting to free the one hand that was on my ass, trailing his fingers over my hip. He runs those big, rough fingers over my mound and I gasp into his mouth. He moves slowly, patiently, sliding one finger over my clit and down. When his finger penetrates me, I can’t help but moan. He’s so different from the other two, more intense, more deliberate, present with me in a completely different way. It’s like he’s discovering sex all over again, and I’m the catalyst.

His breath quickens and his fingers work, his palm against my clit, his fingers deep inside me. His hand is shaking inside me. He’s getting me ready, making sure I’m nice and wet, but I can tell he’s barely hanging on. He needs to be inside me, and god, I need him there too. I ride his hand, desperate for more of him.

He pulls away from me, completely off the bed, and I whimper at the loss. He’s pulling his shirt off. He’s taking his pants off. I can’t help but look at what he’s working with, and I bite my lip at what I see. I need him inside me. Now. He’s naked, looking at me, breathing hard. He looks down at himself, then back at me.

“I need a condom.”

“I got you,” Hunter says. A condom flies across the room and Emmett catches it. It would be funny if I wasn’t so desperate for him to be inside me.

He rolls the condom on and gives me a look that’s half-warning, half-heat. “It’s been a long time,” he reminds me. “I don’t know if I can be gentle.”

“I don’t want gentle.”

That does something to him. He twitches in his hand and his eyes darken. He gets back onto the bed, positioning himself over me. He’s so close. I can see my reflection in his dark eyes. He’s pressing against my opening, not inside me yet, not where I need him to be. I bite my lip, silently begging for him.

“Watermelon,” he says.

I blink. “What?”

“If it gets to be too much. Say watermelon.”

I suck in a breath, a touch of fear squirming through my anticipation, and I realize all at once just how much bigger he is than I am. I nod. He shakes his head.

“Say it back to me.”

“Watermelon,” I say breathlessly.

He starts to push inside me. I’m full of him, gasping as he stretches me, groaning as he fills me up.

“That’s not even half,” he growls.

My eyes widen. Huge doesn’t begin to describe him.

“I want more,” I tell him.

He hesitates. “Bite the pillow if you want everything I can give you.”

I tense up, then force myself to relax. He’s huge. He presses into me, stretching me even farther. I turn my head and bite the pillow as he pushes me past my breaking point, then goes even farther. My scream is muffled by the pillow and he keeps going, deeper and deeper, so deep inside me I don’t even know how I’m holding him.

He pulls my legs up, together, and over his shoulder. Somehow it makes more room and he plunges even deeper inside me. I scream into the pillow, my entire body on fire as he fucks me hard. I’m close already, my body caught somewhere between wanting to suck him in deeper and wanting to expel him with my own clenching pulses. My breath goes ragged as an orgasm begins to build deep inside me, and my scream becomes a moan.

He freezes. Eyes wet, I blink up at him. He slowly shakes his head.

“You don’t get to come until I say so.”

My eyes widen and his words pulse through me, dragging me closer. I wriggle against him, but he’s got my legs and there’s only so much I can do.

“He wants to hear you beg for it,” Beau says.

“Nah. He wants to watch you fall apart,” Hunter counters.

Emmett starts thrusting slow and I groan, my head falling back against the pillow as he fills me up again.