Page 25 of Snow Much Trouble
Especially when Dylan brushes my hair back, leans in, and kisses me.
Dylan
I didn’t plan to kiss Lauren.
I’ve wanted to since last night but I wasn’t thinking I would actually take action.
I’ve just been enjoying spending time with her, teasing, making up dumb rules to get her to fake fight with me. The way she sprang into action to charge our phones and make eggs shows an intelligence and determination I can appreciate.
But then the lights flickered and she looked genuinely upset about the possibility of the power going out again.
I wanted to distract her. Make her feel better.
Somehow that meant kissing her.
Damn, am I glad I did. Lauren’s lips are soft beneath mine, and she gives the most incredible little sigh of pleasure when our mouths brush together.
Wrapping my arm around her waist, I pull her closer into me, taking my time, kissing her thoroughly, smoothly, feeling every ounce of stress and fear in her body melt away.
My body, on the other hand, is tensing up. Lauren feels fantastic and she tastes even better. I want to mold her curves into me and spend the whole morning kissing every single luscious inch of her.
It’s a first kiss for the fucking books.
And I want more.
But Lauren pulls away, her eyes wide. “Well. I let go of the reindeer.”
That makes me chuckle. “You did. I’m impressed.”
“I am impressive, if nothing else.”
“You also brushed your teeth,” I say, brushing my thumb over her bottom lip. “Cheater.”
Her mouth drops open. “How is that cheating? You were sleeping. I washed my face, I brushed my teeth.”
“But how is it fair that you brushed your teeth and I didn’t?”
“That’s not my fault. You kissed me! I didn’t know you were going to kiss me. I didn’t have some plan to kissyou, that’s for sure.”
I can’t help it. A grin splits my face. “It’s very easy to bait you, do you know that?”
Her nose wrinkles. “Be grateful my mouth is minty fresh.”
“Maybe you didn’t brush your teeth. Maybe you just ate a snowman marshmallow.”
“Rule number five: No marshmallow mocking.”
“Oh, then I’ve definitely broken that rule. Aim your best punishment at me.”
Lauren rubs her hands together in exaggerated glee. “Bwahaha. Vengeance will be mine.”
“Do your best.” I lean in and kiss her softly. “I like your mouth. In case that wasn’t clear.”
“Thanks. And your mouth on mine is a really great use for it as opposed to, say, marshmallow mocking.”
That is damn good to hear because I plan to do it again immediately.
I kiss her, deeper this time, longer. “Much better.”
