Page 6 of Vinter
Her breasts were full and would overflow his hands. He clenched his fingers to keep from reaching out. They itched to tug on her nipples, make her gasp as he twisted them, rolled them and bit them. But he didn’t do any of that. He only trailed the tips over the pale, plump mounds.
“Do you want to sleep naked, in panties or in one of my shirts?” he asked, popping the snap on her pants. He moved slow, careful not to spook her, then slid the zipper down. She helped get them over her hips and legs until they pooled at her ankles. He helped her step out of them.
Something about her got to him, compelled him, pulled him toward her.
She hadn't come into the bar dressed to pick up a guy. She looked more liked she headed to have a casual dinner with some friends. Her pants had hugged the curve of her hips and the dip of her waist, molding around her ass, though they weren’t tight.
Everything about her when she’d looked at him in the bar screamed “fuck me”.
He stepped back and stared at her, his mind once again filled with fantasies of what he wanted to do with her. She was lush and gorgeous standing in matching black bra that covered her skin, and black panties that covered her lower belly and her hips. Her curves should be on display and marked by a lover. He’d be lucky if he didn’t come in his jeans again looking at her.
“Panties and a shirt.”
“No, you get to choose only one.” Taking her by the hand again, he led her through the dark to the bedroom. He settled her on the side of the bed and turned on a lamp. Damn. The blankets and sheets were strewn in all directions. There was one pillow on the floor and two more piled against the headboard. He looked down at her, an apology on his tongue at the mess, but the exhaustion in her face as erased it. “What’s it going to be?”
“Both please,” she whispered, a blush stealing through her cheeks and shoulders.
God … How could he deny her? “Okay. I’ll let you have both tonight. Tomorrow night though, only one. Understand?”
She nodded through a yawn and he walked to his dresser. In the second drawer, he found an older, super soft shirt. She’d closed her eyes sitting up. “Be a good girl and lift your arms.” He slipped the shirt over her hands and head, letting it fall around her body. It came to rest around her hips. He’d never seen anything quite as sweet and sexy as her half asleep in his shirt, on his bed. “Come on and get in.”
He didn’t have to say it twice. She curled up on her side and he pulled the covers over her. Vinter knelt to be at eye level with her and brushed her hair back over her ear.
“I’m sorry I’m not much fun tonight. Drinking makes me sleepy. And the orgasm made me feel good and relaxed. You’re very nice to let me sleep here.”
“Don’t apologize. I’ll let you make it up to me in the morning.”
“Be glad to.” Her eyes closed once more as he leaned in to kiss her. She was fast asleep before he lifted away and it was a long time before he stood.
He could have offered to take her home and picked her up the next morning to go get her car from the bar parking lot. He could have put her in the second bedroom. He could have kept her awake with mind-blowing sex. But none of that appealed at the moment. Well, except for the mind-blowing sex part. Ever since he realized she was asleep in the car, the need to comfort her and care for her came back again. He’d pushed it to the back burner outside the bar in the face of the raw sexual chemistry that burned between them. It was back now, though, and something inside him wouldn’t let her wake up alone.
On his way back to the entryway, he sent a text to Dallon about her car. Of course, Vinter didn't have her keys and he didn't want to rummage through her purse. In the end, he told Dallon not to worry about it. Vinter would take her back to her car whenever she wanted. All she had to do was tell him.
He grabbed up her clothes and purse, and took them back into the bedroom. She was snoring. Soft, almost a whistle.
Vinter stripped off his sticky jeans and shirt, then slipped into the bathroom. He emerged a few minutes later after brushing his teeth, taking a piss, and washing the dried cum off his cock.
When he crawled into bed, she snuggled close, fitting herself into the planes and angles of his body. He welcomed the connection, the intimacy. Something about her soothed something inside him and he wasn’t sure how to interpret it. He wasn’t about to second-guess it though, either.
“Mmmm, you’re warm. I like it,” she mumbled.
“Good.” He kissed the top of her head. He liked it, too.
“You’re the hottest man I know. Way out of my league.”
She yawned during the last of her words and burrowed deeper into the bed, into him. Out of her league? What the hell did that mean? He wasn’t out of any woman’s league and he’d never considered himself anything special. He was a man who liked what he liked whether it was a new tat, a new piercing, or hot, call-the-fire-department sex.
He buried his face in her hair and inhaled. She smelled like paradise. He hadn’t spent the night with a woman he had yet to fuck in more years than he could count. Moreover, sleep was rarely ever involved.
Sliding a hand under the bottom of her shirt, he cupped one of her full tits with the nipple pebbled against his palm. He closed his eyes and willed himself to sleep. Otherwise, he’d be pulling her panties to the side and fucking her until they both passed out from exhaustion.
Elise snuggled deeper into the covers. It was still dark in the room and rain fell in a steady downpour outside. The warm, all-male body pressed against her brought all her nerve endings to life. And she couldn’t mistake the hardness that throbbed against her or the t-shirt bunched up over her hips.
When he rolled away from her after kissing her shoulder and got out of the bed, she pretended to be asleep. She needed a little time to collect herself before she had to face him. Last night’s spur-of-the-moment, need-to-get-out-of-the-house venture made her stifle a groan. Not only had she wandered into a bar alone, but she’d thrown herself at Vinter. A stranger. A sexy as sin stranger. But a stranger nonetheless.
And when she’d thrown herself against him? Yeah. The memories flooded her mind. She was part embarrassed and part so turned on her clit twitched.
None of this was like the careful, curated woman she presented to the world.
