Page 129 of Snowed In
“Again?”
He nods, and every thought in my head zeroes in on that sensitive spot where my neck meets my shoulder, where his tongue now swirls and his lips caress.
“Again,” he confirms. “We’ll get dinner.”
“Are you asking me out on a date?”
“Are you going to say yes?”
“Maybe.”
He pauses. “Maybe?”
“I’m pretty busy right—”
I yelp, giggling as he pulls me under him until I’m lying flat on my back.
“Go out with me,” he demands.
“Or what?”
“Or you’ll break my heart, Megan O’Sullivan.” And just like that, my teasing mood vanishes.
“No more pretending,” he whispers.
I nod, and he dips down to kiss me before climbing off the couch. I can only lie there, watching him as he stands to his full height. Watching as hands go to his belt, dropping it to the floor with a purposeful thud before starting on his jeans. I don’t look away from his fingers as he pulls the zipper down, and I swear he’s doing it slowly just to taunt me.
Not wanting to be left behind, I pull my socks off before tugging down my leggings as he grabs his wallet from his coat and comes back with a condom. He doesn’t even make it back to the couch before divesting himself of more clothes, pulling his T-shirt off in one swift move before shoving his jeans to the ground.
The boxers go with them.
I freeze on the couch, swallowing as he reveals his erection.
“You alright there?” he asks, sounding amused, and I can’t even summon a retort.
“Well done,” I say seriously, and he rolls his eyes as he opens the condom packet, butno, no, no. No.
Driven purely by an instinct I didn’t know I possessed, I lean forward, wrapping my hand around him before he can. He grunts when I do, a surprised, strangled sound that makes me smile.
He’s shockingly warm in my palm, shockingly big too, and I give an experimental tug, watching his abdomen move in and out as he takes a ragged breath.
“Megan,” he warns. Or is it a plea?
I lean forward to lick a line across his stomach, obsessed with the way his muscles contract under my touch. Obsessed with him. Obsessed enough that I dip lower, moving my hand down as I close my mouth around his head.
Christian groans and his hand goes to my shoulder, clenching like he doesn’t know whether to push me away or pull me closer.
My eyes flick up to find him staring down at me, his gaze heady and intense as I take him deeper, letting myself relax, savoring him as I start to move. But he barely lets me find a rhythm before he cups my cheek, pulling me gently off.
I start to protest when he swoops down, kissing the words from my lips. “You want this to be an early night or a late night?”
“Late night.”
“Then stop touching me like that and get naked.”
He straightens, and I scramble along the couch, making room for him as he rolls the condom on and joins me.
I’m panting before he even touches me.
