Page 11 of Girl in the Snow
Deanna squeezed his arm reflexively, then he turned to her with eyes shadowed in the low light.She slid her hand down until her palm covered the back of his hand, then watched as she threaded their fingers together.Their hands looked good together, his large with blunt fingertips, hers smaller and delicate in comparison.
Opposites attract.
Glancing up at him, she couldn’t help it when her gaze drifted from his eyes to land on his full lips.Her attention snagged there and wouldn’t shake loose.
“Cal.”Deanna didn’t know what she intended to say.She couldn’t think clearly through the haze of hormones or whatever vital force there was between them.Because she could feel it.So real and alive and present in the moment.
Real and alive and present in the moment.
Deanna wanted that, wanted to feel and experience everything good in life.
So, she leaned in close and kissed him.With their hands still linked, Deanna’s mouth brushed Cal’s with the softest touch.He was right with her.His lower lip tempted her to bite, to taste.She sampled him, nibbled at his lip until the sweetest sound arose from deep inside his chest.A groan that practically set her hair on fire.
Pressing her lips to his, she turned towards him to kiss him deeper, to press her body closer.Cal angled her head with his hand on her jaw, then his grip shifted so he could run his fingers through her hair.It was her turn to sigh.And to move her hands to his chest and start feeling her way down, inching up the hem of his sweater and t-shirt.
When Cal tugged her hair a little her sigh became a moan, and she rocked against him until he pulled back and broke the kiss.His forehead creased as he stared into her eyes and examined her face.
“Tell me you want this.”
She nodded.“I want this.One hundred percent.”
Cal stroked his thumb across her cheekbone, idly, as if he had all the time in the world.“You’re so beautiful, Deanna.I can’t believe you just dropped into my life out of the blue.”
“Out of the snow, you mean.Lost and confused, needing a rescue.”
“Like something out of a dream.The good, dirty kind.”His lips quirked upwards, like a maniacal grin coming from him.“It was my pleasure to rescue you, princess.”
Her heart thumped wildly out of control as he moved his hand back into the cascade of her hair and then grasped her scalp.Tilting her head to one side, he placed a row of kisses down her neck, including that sensitive spot just above her collarbone.On a gasp, she reached under his clothes, splayed her hand on his stomach, and pushed up his sweater until he took the hint.
Cal pulled back from her for a second to yank his sweater and t-shirt off over his head in one motion.He threw his clothes towards the other end of the sofa and then glanced back at her, one eyebrow raised.“Your turn.”
Deanna registered his words but was busy staring at his chest.As she’d suspected, all the wood-chopping had created the type of sculpted muscles she loved but didn’t often find in real life.Not a gym-junkie with veins popping out all over, just fit and solid, with thick planes of muscle under his smooth brown skin.She ran her hands over him from biceps to pecs, enjoying the chance to study him up close.
“Deanna.”Her name was dry and jagged in his throat.
As she looked up and met his eyes, she understood.He was on edge.
Deanna shuffled back and removed her own cardigan and long-sleeved shirt, leaving her in a barely-there camisole.When she went to push down her PJ pants, Cal’s fingers suddenly replaced her own and she leaned back to let him undress her.Goosebumps raced over her bare legs.His fingers trailed up from her ankles to her knees, stopping right there as he watched her intently.
Deanna whispered with a husky voice, “Hey, keep me warm?”
She didn’t have to ask twice.
Cal covered her body with his larger one, gently urging her to lie down on the sofa.He was still wearing jeans and the texture grazed her skin, until he pressed fully against her.Damn, he was big.All over.The hard length of him pressed into her hip, making her gasp.
“Mmm.Up here.”Deanna pointed at her lips and Cal grinned in response.
He kissed her harder than before, sweeping his tongue along hers until she moaned.His hand wandered upwards, cupping her breast through her camisole.God, she liked that, the possessive way he held her, rocked against her and kissed her like his life depended on it.
Then Cal peeled the strap of her camisole down her arm and exposed the swell of her breast, tweaking her hard nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
Deanna gasped and grabbed at the curve of his butt, pulling him closer until she was nearly seeing stars because he was pressing into her in a certain way… She only needed a little more pressure and she’d be screaming his name.
She broke their kiss to pant against his ear.“Do you have protection?”
He nodded against her shoulder.“One minute.”Cal let out a long breath as he rose from above her.“I have supplies in the upstairs bathroom.Just, wait here.”
With a giggle, Deanna reached for a blanket and threw it over herself, straightening her camisole too.“Where would I go?Hurry back.”
