Page 110 of Major Love

My cheeks dimple with a little smile at the gravelly timbre of his deep voice.

“Even if I’m willing to kiss it better?” I whisper softly back to him, and his broad chest suddenly heaves, the implications of my words making his body swell with awareness.

Exactly like I knew it would.

And I use his moment of distraction to break his solid hold, whipping around and going for the shins in a move that he just taught me.

Jason grunts as he loses his balance, his hands grabbing my waist before he can fall, and then he’s chuckling as I squeal against him, tumbling backward into a pile of snow.

He groans out a laugh as his back hits the icy ground but, just before I can declare his defeat, I’m yelping with delight as he flips us over.

His gloved hand grabs the back of my head, saving my fluffy ponytail from the snow, and he braces his other arm beside my shoulder, his eyes blazing as he towers over me.

Then he lowers his mouth to my jaw, his coarse stubble scraping my snow-flushed skin.

“I win.”

Heat pounds in my belly as he slowly lifts himself up onto his elbow, looming over me for a long moment as his large quads press between my thighs.

Then he searches my eyes with his, his broad chest heaving, before gently tugging my ponytail, the smile-creases in his cheeks flexing deeply.

I giggle as he rolls us over so that he’s lying on his back, and he settles one gloved palm beneath his head as I brace my hands against his chest.

His free palm envelops my hip, holding me firm as I straddle his abdomen.

“You’re real naughty,” he murmurs gruffly, his playful eyes flickering with heat.

With you, I would be,I want to say, but Jason’s authoritative self-assuredness has always made me a little shy. So my cheeks just flush brighter as I trace his large pecs, fighting back my smile.

“This has been fun,” I admit shyly, glancing at him from under my lashes as he watches me from below.

And a handsome smirk tugs at his mouth as he rubs his palm up my waist and back down again.

“Yeah, except for that part when you tried to bruise my balls,” he teases quietly.

I laugh as I roll my eyes. “Even if you hadn’t stopped me, I might’ve missed.”

He grunts, unconvinced. “Unlikely. They’re big targets.”

I blink down at him for a long moment before laughing nervously and fanning my cheeks.

Because from the laidback way that he said it… I can tell that he actually isn’t joking.

He’s telling me that the things that he’s got down there are… that they’rebig.

And the idea of what he’s implied has my whole body shivering with heat.

Jason inhales deeply and slowly lifts himself into a sitting position, gripping my thigh in one of his hands as I go to climb up off his lap.

I smile as I peek up at him, curiosity sparkling in my eyes as he shoves one of his gloves under his bicep.

And then he lifts one ofmygloved hands up to his mouth, capturing the tip of the fabric between his teeth and gently tugging.

I swallow breathlessly as he slowly pulls the glove from my fingers, yanking it a little harder at the end so that he can get it fully off without using his hands.

Then he tucks mine with his beneath his arm, and I bite my smile as I realise why he did that.

Just so that he could leash his warm fingers through mine.

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