Page 59 of Love Under Snowfall

Oh god, he’d never wanted a woman more than in this moment. But not just any woman, he wanted—no, needed—Francesca. Her hands, mouth, and legs all wrapped around him so he could lose himself in her.

She groaned deeply as he found an especially tight knot on her lower back. She’d fallen hard the day before, had taken such a terrifying tumble that Benjamin hadn’t known if she would get back up from it. He wanted to make all her discomforts go away.

“Let me take care of you, Miss Miller,” he teased, words low, whispering against the back of her ear. She shivered and scraped her nails along his thigh muscles. “Tell me where it aches.”

Chapter thirty-two

Frankie

Heat and pressure grew and blazed within Frankie. Her skin had never been so sensitive. She needed him to touch harder, drag his fingertips to all the places that begged to be stroked. There wasn’t even a hint of that nagging voice saying it was a bad idea, because her desire roared above it all.

She’d been so good, swearing off men and focusing on her studies for so long, that she deserved some release. And not just the kind that came from a buzzing toy. She wanted to be touched and tasted, and she wanted her former professor to use his tongue to soothe instead of lashing like he usually did.

She’d earned it, and he seemed to agree.

And so when he asked her where she ached, she gasped, “Everywhere.”

The rumble that came from his chest was either a chuckle or a growl, maybe an amalgamation of the two. Either way, it buzzed down Frankie’s back and to the tips of her toes.

Benjamin gathered her hair and draped it over one shoulder, grazing his knuckles along her skin with the sweep. He took full advantage of the bare shoulder after sliding the thin strap of her tank top out of the way. Hard teeth dragged toward her neck, her skin erupting in a wash of goosebumps. His slow, patient hands were everywhere, but he still managed to avoid the regions that begged for contact. Frankie squirmed beneath his teasing, and when he inched painfully close to one nipple, she arched inencouragement.

He retreated with a low chuckle. “No, no, Miss Miller. You have to tell me what you want. I’m not a man who enjoys guessing games.”

Frankie’s chest rose and fell in frustrated inhales and exhales, skin following his avoidant grazes like he was a magnet and she was made of molten metal. She wanted all of it: stroke, pinch, bury, sink, pull, glide. How could she possibly voice the myriad sensations she craved from him?

Benjamin slid a firm hand up between her breasts, settled it against her throat, and used the pad of his fingers to turn her face up to his. His lips lowered, hovering a nanometer from hers, zapping her with electricity. His hot breath puffed onto her lips as he spoke.

“I didn’t take you for being so shy.”

“I’m not,” she panted as he held her there, using his other hand to play with the hipbone hiding just below the waistband of her leggings. “Normally, I’m—”

“Normally, you’re what, Francesca?”

She felt the spread of heat as it flushed up her neck beneath his touch. Fuck, was this real life? Was she really in a secluded cabin, sitting between this man’s legs, struggling to verbalize how she wanted him to satisfy her? And if so, what was with her sudden lack of boldness?

“Calling the shots. Doing the seducing.”

“Oh, but you are,” he groaned, pulling firmly at her hips so her ass pressed hard against his arousal. “You have been seducing me since you walked into my classroom, late and breathless. Do you know how often my mind drifted to you when I should have been lecturing? You couldn’t know how many times I imagined, no,fantasizedabout dismissing class, locking the doors, and bending you over my podium. You said I tortured you in class.Well, sweetheart, you returned the favor everyfuckingday.”

The sensation of him cursing against her lips awakened Frankie from whatever meek daze she’d been hiding in. Suddenly, she needed him everywhere and felt zero shame about saying so.

“Touch me. Everywhere. Caress my breasts, pinch and tease my nipples, and slide lower and see how wet I am for you.”

Benjamin grinned as he slammed a kiss onto her lips. He groaned in approval as she opened wide to the frenzied sweep of his tongue and matched him stroke for stroke. Doing as she’d asked, he slid both hands up her ribs and beneath her shirt, testing the weight of her sensitive breasts. He rotated between teasing each hardened peak and caressing the sensitive skin around the perimeter. Decadent sensation rolled through Frankie’s limbs, and she arched harder, hungry for more of his touch.

He lowered a hand, trailing languid strokes across her soft abdomen, and stopped just after sliding a finger below the waistband of her pants. He raised his head, looking down at her.

“Are . . . are you not wearing panties?” he asked, the midnight blue depths of his eyes both icy and molten. His heaving chest pressed firmly against her back.

Frankie bit her lower lip and shook her head.

“Fuuuuuck.”

He hardened even more, nestling between her cheeks as she rolled against him. She needed his fingers to dip lower. Needed him to tend to the ache she’d been feeling for months.

“Touch me, Benjamin.”

He needed no more coaxing after that. He reached farther, simultaneously sliding down and spreading her apart in search of that tiny bundle of nerves. Frankie jerked at the teasing flicks he administered, struggling to keep her ass on the floor as he circled, flicked, and retreated. Exquisite pressure built in her. She needed . . . needed . ..

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