Page 38 of Dance All Night
A twitch at the corner of his mouth was the only warning she got before a handful of snow landed on her face. As she sputtered amid bursts of laughter, his lips found hers, and then they were kissing and grinding against each other through all the layers of clothing. She couldn’t feel him through the fabric, through the insulated gloves covering her fingers. And she wanted, needed, to feel him.
“Inside,” she gasped against his lips. “Take me inside.”I need you inside me.
She wasn’t ready to make a decision about the future yet, but neither was she ready to let this—or him—go.
* * *
Nik sprang to his feet,hauling Jess into his arms and continuing to kiss her as he tromped through the snow toward the cabin’s back door.
Poor Mackenzie the Snowperson would just have to live without a face.
Inside, they left a trail of clothing from the back door, starting with their snowy boots and ending with their underwear by the side of the bed.
Jess reached for the pouch he’d packed, but instead of pulling out a condom, she held up the vibrator and sent him a saucy little smile.
As much as he was worried about these swings in her mood—cool one moment, hot the next—he couldn’t resist her. He would give her anything she wanted.
They sprawled naked on the bed, kissing with feverish intensity. Nik took the vibrator from her, but before he could turn it on, she pushed him back onto the pillows and shimmied down his body until her face was level with his jutting cock.
She sent him a wink, and just like that, closed those luscious lips of hers over his dick, enveloping him in warm, tight heat.
Nik let out a long, low groan as she slicked her mouth over him, getting him good and wet. She gave a questioning little moan in reply and squeezed the base of his dick with her fist.
God, she was so feisty. He loved that about her.
Her tongue laved over him, her eyes shot him amorous looks from under her lashes, and all he could do was cup the back of her neck andfeel.
With her hands and mouth, she pumped him, simulating what he wanted to do to her. Tension coiled in his muscles, the need to spill in her mouth taunting him. He held it back. Despite how utterly fucking amazing her mouth—and oh god, hertongue—felt on and around his cock, he wanted more. When he could take it no longer, he hauled her up to kiss her.
“That’s enough,” he said, panting. “Now it’s your turn.”
He popped his index finger into his mouth to get it wet and slid his hand over the smooth mound of her sex. Stroking gently, he slipped his finger between her folds and into her. She clung to his shoulders, gasping his name in his ear. It was the most beautiful sound he’d ever heard.
But as much as he tried to lose himself in her body, in the heat they generated together, he couldn’t stop thinking about wanting more. Wanting her to give up this “kiss at New Year’s Eve” farce, wanting to feel comfortable asking her to come visit his family with him, simply because he didn’t want to be apart from her. But yeah, also because he wanted her to meet his family, and for them to meet her and love her as much as he already did.
He loved her, and holding it back was like death by a thousand paper cuts.
But if he told her now, he’d scare her off. She was already guarded. Behind the veneer of snark, she kept her heart locked away.
So he told her with his mouth, his hands, his body. He told her with slow, drugging kisses and smooth, sure strokes. When he rolled on a condom and sank into her wet heat, he told her with his moves, with the rhythm, with the way he held her close.
Something in the sheets bumped his arm and he glanced over to see what it was. Shit, they’d forgotten about the vibrator. Just the thought of using it on her made his pulse leap.
Withdrawing from her body, Nik shifted so he was sitting on the edge of the bed, then positioned her on his lap, facing away from him.
She mumbled something that sounded like “yes, please,” then gripped his thighs for leverage. Raising her hips, seated herself on his dick, hissing as he filled her. Her gorgeous ass pressed snug against his belly, and his cock twitched inside her at the visual. When he turned the vibrator on to a pulsing setting, the rhythmic humming filled the quiet room.
Jess whimpered before he even touched her with it, then nearly shot off him like a rocket when the buzzing connected with her clit. Holding her down with one arm wrapped around her waist, he moved it in steady circles over her as she bucked and rocked her sex on him, squeezing him tight with her inner muscles as she cried out her pleasure in sobbing gasps. Holding back his orgasm through such a tumult of sensation was the most exquisite bliss he’d ever known.
When they were done, after she’d cried out his name and he’d shuddered against her with his face pressed into the back of her neck and his cock buried deep inside her, he held her against him.
They were quiet for a long time while she stroked his arms in lazy motions. Eyes closed, he breathed in the sweet scent of her and tried to regain his emotional footing.
And then she cleared her throat and said in a soft voice, “Nik? What aren’t you telling me?”
Chapter Eight
Behind her, Nik stilled. It had taken all of Jess’s courage to ask, even though she was sure she knew the answer.
