Page 57 of An Inevitable Marriage
I envisioned lifting her onto the counter and peeling her pants off. Spread her legs wide so I could see if she was as turned on as I was.
With a groan, I gave in and reached inside my shorts. It was tight, but I managed to wrap a hand around myself and squeeze. It felt good. So damn good.
Would have felt a million times better if it was Snow’s fingers.
“Hmmm.”
Taking a sharp breath through my nose, I worked myself to the base and up again. I concentrated on how it felt to have those soft curves smashed into me. I imagined sliding my hand between her legs and finding her dripping wet.
I pumped into my hand again. And then remembered her parting words.
Shit, I really was an asshole.
Here I was, touching myself when I should have been apologizing for being rude to her. Not that I knew how to explain that I’d been a second away from making a mess inside my shorts.
It was embarrassing to think about, let alone repeat.
With one last thrust—because clearly, I had no morals and no control over my damn body—I pulled my hand free and headed to the sink to clean up. Giving my erection a little more time to calm down, I grabbed a shirt before making my way to Snow’s room.
I wasn’t surprised to find it closed. What did surprise me, though, were the sudden nerves churning in my gut. Sure, I had a bit of an ego, like most men did, but I never backed away from admitting I was wrong.
And yet, standing in front of Snow’s door, I was fucking terrified of doing just that.
Ridiculous.
With a sharp shake of my head, I lifted my hand and tapped my knuckles against the wood.
Once, twice, then I stepped back and waited and waited.
After what felt like an eternity, the door finally flew open, and man, I wasn’t prepared.
“What?”
The iciness in her tone was in direct contrast with the fire burning in her eyes. Two brilliant green flames burning so hot, I felt the heat of her stare down to my core.
I swallowed hard and scrubbed a hand over the back of my neck.
“May I have a moment?”
She folded her arms in front of her and glared some more.
She was pissed.
And my nerves were still running rampant.
Heart thrashing behind my ribs, I took a small tentative step closer.
“I’m sorry for snapping,” I said. “It’s hard to explain, but…” Unable to find the right words, I shook my head. “Listen Snow, it was more about me than it was about you. Hell, you didn’t even do anything wrong. That was all me.”
Her features softened a bit. “I don’t understand.”
“Trust me.” I chuckled ruefully. “Neither do I.”
A whiff of flowery strawberries tickled my nose. Closing my eyes, I took a deep drag of air, and holy shit. “Fuck, you smell nice.” The words spilled from my lips before I could stop them. Cursing under my breath, I prepared to apologize again but then decided not to.
It was the truth.
And judging by her wide eyes and rosy cheeks, it was a truth she didn’t hear very often.
