Page 80 of Never Sleigh Never
“Not when it comes to needing you.”
When I reach my bedroom, I drop her onto my bed. She’s flushed and panting from laughing. Her hair fans out across my pillows, messy and perfect.
“I can’t believe you just carried me up here,” she says, sitting up on her elbows.
“It was the best way to get you where I want you.” I tear off my coat and drop it to the floor. Reaching down, I slide hers off before gripping the hem of her sweater, but she stops me with her hand on my wrist.
“Wait.” Her gaze locks with mine. “You called me Snowflake. That’s what you called me the night I brought you home from the bar. So you do remember.”
I scrub a hand over my jaw. “It may not be as hazy as I made it seem.”
Her brows rise. “So you pretended to forget?”
“No, I mean technically yes, but,” I blow out a deep breath, “I wasn’t in the right headspace. I had to work through a few feelings first.”
“And those feelings are…”
“Worked out.” I cup her chin, my thumb brushing her bottom lip. “Now, I want us to work out a few things… together.”
Her sultry smile could burn down the whole damn house. “I’ll have you know, I’m very good at working things out.” She grabs my shirt, tugging me closer until I’m standing between her spread thighs. Her fingers drift down to the waistband of my jeans. Through her dark lashes, she peers up at me as her teeth sink into her bottom lip. The look nearly sends me over the edge. It’s so tempting, alluring, and it ignites a fire within me. She pops the button of my jeans and slides the zipper down with a gentle hiss.
“Brie…” My voice is gravel as she pushes the denim down my hips. My cock strains against my boxer briefs. Thick and hard. Wanting her. Only her. My snowflake. Her hand skims over my bulge, a teasing stroke that makes me jerk in her palm. Reaching behind me, I rip my shirt over my head. Her fingers trace the elastic waistband, grazing my skin, causing goosebumps to sprout over my body. Before she dips inside, I stop her with a hand on her wrist. “You’re wearing entirely too many clothes.”
She smirks. “Then take them off me.”
Challenge accepted.
I hook my arms under hers, pull her to her feet, and crash my lips to hers. Our tongues slide against each other. Soft. Rhythmic. Like a slow dance I never want to end. She whimpers into my mouth, the sound driving me even closer to the edge. I undo the button on her jeans and slide them over her hips. Without breaking our kiss, she shimmies out of them as I drag her sweater up. I reluctantly pull away and continue sliding it up. She raises her hands to help, but once it’s over her head, I stop, trapping her in the tangled fabric. I bend down and press open-mouth kisses to the swells of her tits.
“Not fair.”
“For who?” With one hand, I hold her hostage in her sweater, and my other hand tugs down her bra cup, freeing her peaked nipple. Bending down, I take it into my mouth, sucking hard until she cries out, arching into me.
“Logan…” Her moan is pleading, needy.
I repeat the action on the other side while nipping and sucking on her soft skin. I skim my hand down her rib cage to the front of her panties. She parts her legs slightly, giving me more room. I rub her clit over the soft cotton.
“Oh yes. Logan.” She bucks her hips, rubbing herself against me.
I slip my hand inside the elastic and over her bare pussy. “I think you like being tied up and blindfolded. You can’t see what I’m going to do next.”
“Logan, I need you. Please.”
“What do you need, Snowflake?”
“Touch me.”
I slide my finger over her clit and down through her wetness. When I reach her opening, I circle my finger around the hole. She bucks her hips trying to spear herself on my finger. “Now I think it’s you who needs a little patience.”
“No. I want you to finger fuck me.”
“Yeah? Like this?” I slide a finger inside her warm heat.
She moans. “Oh, yes.”
My cock throbs at her words. I thrust in and out of her tight pussy. When I pull out, I add a second finger, stretching her even more. She rocks her hips against my hand, letting my palm rub against her clit. I’ll never tire of how wild she gets even from my fingers.
Her breath hitches. “Yes. Just like that.”
