Page 13 of One Snowy Seduction
Not to be left out, the pleasure of feeling his dick go so deep inside her and watching his length covered with her essence as he pulled out had heat soaring through his body like a raging volcano. His legs shook as he pumped, his fingers squeezing her ass tight as the sight only spurred that hunger he’d been trying so desperately to appease.
This was it right here. This was the ecstasy he’d known would only be found in her. It was the sensations rippling throughout his body, the sound of his name on her lips, the swirl of her ass as she threw it back against him, the sound of their bodies slapping against each other. All of this was it—the passionate joining he’d always longed for.
“Kendrick, I wanna come again. Please make me come again.”
Her wish was his command.
Moving one of his hands over he touched his thumb to her rear and felt her tense for the slightest second.
“You sure you wanna come now?” he asked and pressed against her there harder while circling his hips so his dick moved deep, but on an angle, inside her pussy.
She replied with a long moan, her fingers gripping the pillows of the couch. Then she was shaking her head. “Don’t you dare stop! Damn you, don’t you stop!”
He didn’t. Instead, he pressed two fingers into her rear while he continued to pump his dick in and out of her. They were both gonna come. Kendrick knew that without a doubt. The idea of filling her in both places, of watching her take him in both places and hearing her beg for more, was pushing him over the top. Pleasure swirled along his spine with such force, whisking through his body and tensing every muscle.
“Come on, Tee. Come for me.” He needed her to come and right now because he was certain he couldn’t hold on another moment. Not one more fuckin’ moment.
“Yesssss, Kendrick. Yessssss.”
She trembled and he fell, right then and there he fell so hard and so fast there wasn’t a second to catch his breath. A minute to rethink what he’d done or how things were now irrevocably changed.
CHAPTER6
“Ablizzard?” Teesha huffed. “It’s the French Alps, you get blizzards all the time.” Holding on to the bits of restraint she had left was getting harder every second she remained on this phone with the resort manager.
“Look, it’s not my fault that you double-booked this chalet. Now, I’m not asking for a refund, I’m just demanding I be moved to another chalet, one that isn’t currently occupied because that’s what I was supposed to have.” She shouldn’t have to explain this again, shouldn’t have to tell this man why the situation she was in was so messed up.
The fact that she wasn’t really telling him exactly why this temporary living situation was such a hazard to her mental health, didn’t really matter. And itwasher mental health that was on the line. She couldn’t do this again, especially not with Kendrick. It would be too much, too soon.
She let out a deep sigh, holding the phone tightly to her ear. “How soon do you think the airports will re-open?” Closing her eyes to his answer she dropped her head. “Fine. Thank you.”
Disconnecting the call, she let her arms fall to her side as she stood staring out the living room window. It was barely dawn, the sky an ugly gray tone as heavy flakes of snow fell at a steady clip. Mounds of snow had already begun to form off the back deck. She suspected if she went down to the lower level and stepped outside the patio doors there’d be a few feet already accumulated. After she’d finished in the bathroom this morning, she’d glanced out the window of her room and saw that it was snowing but it hadn’t occurred to her that was a problem. She’d come to a ski resort for her holiday trip after all.
The trip she’d been ecstatic to win to a place she’d always wanted to visit. And so far, all she’d done was look at some cheese through a glass casing, try on some ugly sweaters and have the best sex of her life. With her friend, turned enemy, and now, she didn’t even know what to call him.
“You still like omelets for breakfast?”
She jumped at his voice and turned slowly to face him. He wore blue and green plaid pajama pants and a wrinkled t-shirt. The same Nike slippers he’d worn last night were on his feet again. On a quick glance he looked like any other man waking up in the morning. To Teesha he looked like a guy who hadn’t slept much more than she had.
“Loaded with ham, cheese and onions,” she replied. “I can cook. But if you insist, I’ll make the coffee.”
Without waiting for his response, she headed for the kitchen. She was fully dressed in dark denim jeans and a purple sweater. This time she’d put on her snow boots and had packed the now matted fur ones in a plastic bag before stuffing them into the bottom of her suitcase. But since she wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon, coffee was a must. Especially since she knew she was getting ready to have the very conversation she’d hoped to avoid.
For a few minutes they moved in silence. Her entering the kitchen first and turning on the light before moving to the cabinet she figured the mugs might be in. She got it wrong on the first try but eventually found them. Kendrick had gone directly to the refrigerator, grabbing all the ingredients for an omelet. Her brochure hadn’t mentioned a private chef being included but she’d been perfectly fine with the idea of cooking her own meals since all the food was provided. There was also the option of ordering from the main resort or going into the village to eat, but now with the snow determined to fall at record rates, she didn’t know if any of those were options anymore.
“How ‘bout green and red peppers?”
She shook her head. “Nah, they’re pretty but I don’t like the taste of them with my eggs.”
Glancing over her shoulder after she answered, she saw him nod and put the ingredients on the counter closest to the stove. It took her a few moments to figure out how to work the fancy coffee maker, but when she did, she turned and leaned against the counter while it began to brew.
Kendrick appeared so domestic as he put a frying pan on one of the burners then grabbed a bowl from the cabinet and began cracking eggs into them. In fact, if she weren’t acutely aware of the tense situation they were in at the moment, she would’ve considered this entire scene domestic. Like a married couple on a holiday vacation. Or possibly a dating couple on a romantic getaway. Where he would propose to her and she’d melt over the size of the diamond he slipped on her finger.
Her heart did a quick pitter patter before taking a disappointing thump. She hadn’t asked Santa for an engagement ring this Christmas, but she had sent him an early “thank you” the day she’d gotten the email about winning this trip. She wondered now if she should’ve done like the previous winner and ignored that damn email.
“We can talk now or wait until after breakfast,” he said as he continued to move about like this was his personal kitchen.
“Why’d you take cooking classes?” she asked. He paused for a beat and then went back to dicing the onions. They were strong and the scent tickled her nose. If she kept her distance, they wouldn’t have her eyes watering like she was bawling at someone’s funeral. They didn’t seem to bother Kendrick as he moved efficiently.
