Page 130 of Snowed In
“You want to go upstairs?” he asks, and I shake my head. “You want to stay here?”
“It’s nice down here,” I say, though nice is an understatement. I feel like I’m in a dream.
“Well, we gotta get rid of this first,” he says, tugging on my sweater. His hands are warm when they slip under it, leaving a trail of heat as they glide up.
I inhale, trying to gather as much breath as I can into my lungs, and as I do, he encourages me to raise my arms, lifting the sweater over my head. He lays it gently to the side, even while his eyes flare at my lack of bra.
I bite back a smile. “Eyes up here, buddy.”
“Nah, I’m good,” he says, and laughs when I push him. The tension eases, simmering into something warm and familiar, and I run my hands up his chest and around his neck as he raises us up into a sitting position.
“You alright?” he murmurs, and I kiss him in response as I lift my hips, slipping my underwear off. It’s a little awkward, but he helps, brushing the hair from my face as I settle back over his legs, and help nudge him in. We’d been completely compatible up to this point, so it never occurred to me that we wouldn’t be, but the stretch I expected is more of a pinch, and when the pinch becomes a burn, I tense against him, sucking in a breath.
He stops immediately. “What?” he asks. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” I say quickly, tightening my hold when he tries to move me off him. His grip on my ass is the only thing stopping gravity from doing its thing. But as I pant against his shoulder, I don’t think even that would help right now.
He’s bigger than I’m used to. I knew he was when I grinded up against him for several minutes in that freaking hot tub. I knew he was when I held him not moments before and even though I tell myself to relax, I, of course, don’t.
“I’m fine,” I add when he leans back to look at me. “Just give me a second.”
Do they have lube in luxury cabins? I feel like that is a thing they should have. Or maybe—
I suck in a breath as Christian moves, tipping me back so I’m lying along the couch.
“What are youdoing?” I hiss, as he loops my legs over his shoulders.
“What does it look like?” He tucks a pillow under my hips, moving me about just how he wants me, which I never thought I would find hot, but right now, I really,reallydo. “Fineis not a word a guy wants to hear.”
“Christian—” I break off with a jolt as he presses a kiss right below my belly button.
“We’ve got all night,” he says. “And if it takes all night, then you might as well be comfy.”
“But—”
“Shhh,” he whispers. “I’m seducing you.”
I relax a bit more into the cushions. I’ve been with plenty of guys who get frustrated when things don’t move along fast enough, and I’m well aware that we were interrupted earlier. But Christian seems to be telling the truth and doesn’t look in any rush as he rubs slow circles into my skin, his touch soft and soothing and perfect.
“You say the word, and we stop, okay? Anytime.”
“Okay,” I say, and he rewards me with another one of those devastating smiles. “I want this,” I add, as he settles between my legs. “I want you. I think ever since I kissed you in the parking lot.”
“The parking lot, huh?” His voice is teasing as he trails a hand down my thighs. “Only then? I’ve wanted you a lot longer than that.”
“Everything’s a game to you, isn’t it?” I ask, and he chuckles, a low and delicious sound that makes me writhe. Christian immediately tightens his grip, keeping my body where he wants it.
“The cocktail bar?” I guess, swallowing as he presses a kiss to the inside of my knee. I remember the intense way he looked at me in the candlelight, and just the thought of it sends a fizz of excitement through me.
But Christian shakes his head.
“Are you kidding me?” He inches up, nuzzling. “I wanted you the moment I saw you in that wedding dress.”
Embarrassment seeps around the edges of that memory, just like it always does. Only now, it’s quickly chased away by something hotter, something needy.
“Should have run away with you,” he continues, and my heart starts to slam in my chest as his fingers find me once again, sinking deep. I groan at the sensation, hands fisting as he sucks on the skin of my thigh. “…let me?”
“Huh?” My mind scrambles for purchase. He asked me a question. He asked—
