Page 124 of Faking All the Way
She shakes her head, her lips seeking mine. “I don’t care.”
“Well, I care. I just got you back, bright eyes. I’m not risking you getting hypothermia now.”
Without warning, I scoop her up into my arms, one arm under her knees and one behind her back. Her surprised gasp breaks into a sob as she clings to me, her arms locking around my shoulders as she buries her chilled nose in the crook of my neck.
I carry her toward the guest house, shuffling through the snow. The feel of her weight in my arms, the perfect curves of her body against my torso, makes something deep and instinctive settle inside me.
She’s mine. And I’m never letting her go again.
Inside the guest house, the warmth wraps around us immediately. The contrast from the cold outside is a welcome relief, and I carry her straight up to the bedroom without stopping. Then I set her gently on the bed as she looks up at me with those big eyes.
I kneel in front of her, taking each of her frigid feet in my hands. They’re ice cold, freezing to the touch, and it makes my heart squeeze to think of her running out there barefoot just to get to me.
I start rubbing her feet to bring back warmth, my hands working over her skin, trying to get blood flowing again. Then I kiss the top of each foot, aware of her gazing down at me. Emotions swirl between us, so palpable that I can almost taste them, relief and love and need all tangled together.
“Need to get you warm,” I murmur hoarsely, still focused on my task.
“How are you going to do that?” Her voice is shaky and soft.
I look up at her, my chest expanding with feelings I’ve only just recently found the words for. Our gazes lock, her green eyes meeting mine, and rather than answering with words, I reach up slowly, finding the waistband of her pants.
I tug them down, and she shifts her hips to help me, lifting slightly off the bed. I peel her pants and panties off together, sliding them down her legs and off her feet before tossing them aside.
Then I touch and kiss my way up her legs. Starting at her ankles, my lips press against her skin, covering every inch as I work my way higher—over her calves, her knees, her thighs. Warming them with my hands and mouth, but also worshipping them. The soft skin, the curves, every part of her that I thought I’d never get to touch again. She shivers as I work my way up, and I glance up through my lashes.
“Warming up?”
She nods, her breath hitching as she bites her lip. “Asher…”
There’s a plea in her voice that hits me right behind my ribs. A desperation, a need for me, that makes my cock harden. It’s hard to resist the urge to lay her back on the bed and slide inside her, to get that connection I can tell we’re both craving so badly after days apart.
But I need to touch every part of her first, to reassure myself that this is real. That she’s really here with me, that I haven’t lost her.
So I keep kissing and teasing her, working my way up her inner thighs, then between her legs, where she’s already getting wet for me. I nuzzle her bare pussy, breathing in her addictive scent. Then I tease her clit with my tongue, just a light touch that makes her gasp.
When she’s squirming a little from the attention, I go up on my knees, bringing my face level with her chest. I tug her shirt off, pulling it over her head before reaching around to undo her bra. The clasp gives, and I pull the straps down her arms to free her breasts.
They’re perfect. Full and soft, her nipples already hard from the cold and her arousal.
Leaning in, I suck on one nipple, teasing it with my tongue. Then I move to the other, working them both until they’re hard peaks and Kat is whimpering, making these little sounds in the back of her throat that drive me crazy. Her hands find my hair, gripping tight enough that it almost hurts.
I talk while I work her body, my words muffled against her skin. “I missed this so much. Missed you. Missed touching you, tasting you, hearing these sounds you make.”
I move back to her other breast, sucking hard enough to make her gasp. When I pull back, I hold her gaze as I repeat, “I love you.”
She moans softly, nodding. “I love you too.”
The words hit me all over again, repairing the ragged tear in my heart.
“Say it again,” I beg. “Please.”
She cradles my face in both of her hands, her touch so gentle it makes my throat tight. There are tears on her cheeks and more shining in her eyes as she whispers, “I love you. I love you so much, Asher. I’ve never loved anyone the way I love you.”
Fuck. Hearing it over and over again like that sparks something inside me that unravels the last of my restraint, the control that was making me go slow.
Unable to hold back anymore, I haul her into my arms, lifting her off the bed. Her arms and legs wrap around me automatically as I kiss her hard, swallowing her gasp. She grinds against my clothed cock, and I carry her over to the window, the one where I held up all those signs, pressing her back against the glass.
She hisses as her bare skin makes contact with the pane, arching toward me slightly.
