Page 40 of Snow Balled

I didn’t get a chance to ask that, because she dug her fingers under my arms and tickle-attacked me. Shit. I squirmed, trying to get away from her quick little hands before I started laughing hysterically like she had before. No way she’d ever take me seriously as a man after she heard that.

“Wait, please, just—”

Her grin was evil, but this time it was all her own, not the cougar’s. She squirmed over my lap as she tickled my sides, my armpits, and pretty much anywhere she could reach. Despite the torment, my cock was rock hard again. In vain, I tried to catch her hands, and I half-succeeded. I caught one, but the other one mercilessly pressed into my side.

In self-defense, I lifted my knees, trying to nudge her over to the other side of the couch, but that’s not what happened. Instead, she fell forward, her head bumping my shoulder. I tugged at her hand I’d captured, still trying to lead her to the cushions next to me, but she brought her other hand down for balance.

Her fingers landed right on top of my rock-hard cock.

15

SIERRA

I gasped as I yanked my hand away from the bulge in Drew’s jeans, but the feeling of his hot, hard length was seared into my mind. “I’m sorry!” I said as he jerked away.

Scrambling on all fours, I backed off of him, being careful not to hurt him again. His knee had gone up protectively, and I’d half waited for him to double over in pain.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” he said, and while he didn’t sound great, he didn’t sound like he was in agony, either.

“I’m so sorry,” I said again.

“You’re fine. No harm done.”

“You don’t sound fine.”

He shook his head, wincing slightly. “I’m good. Did I hurt you? I didn’t mean to buck you off me. It’s just a self-protective thing with guys.”

“I’m fine.” Embarrassed as hell and mad at myself, but fine. “But I’m still afraid I hurt you. Your voice sounds funny.”

He managed a weak chuckle. “Having an erection in tight jeans isn’t the most pleasant thing ever.”

Oh. That made sense. My knowledge of men’s erections was sorely lacking. Sure, I’d felt them pressed against me many times… many,manytimes, both in scenes where that was all but expected, and ones when it wasn’t. I didn’t have much experience touching them, though.

My fingers still tingled from the unexpected contact. “I’m still sorry. I didn’t mean to do that.”

This time his laugh was more genuine. “Seriously, I’m fine. And it wasn’t even your fault—the cougar was to blame.”

I blinked in surprise. “Really? That was what causedthat?” I gestured at his pants.

“What can I say? You’re an excellent actress.”

“Yeah, but that’s just… weird.”

“It’s a weird body part,” he said with a nod. “But one of my favorites.”

I sank against the back of the sofa, sitting next to him but not facing him. “I’ve heard guys say that, but I’ve never really understood it. Women don’t have favorite body parts—or at least, I don’t.”

“Really?” Drew shifted his body toward me. “If you had to pick one, what would it be?”

Hmm. “My hair, I guess.”

Drew shook his head. “That’s not really a body part. It’s more like an accessory. Though a very pretty accessory.”

I grabbed a handful of my hair and shook it in his direction. “It’s attached to my body. That makes it a body part.”

Drew shook his head. “By that logic, your makeup and your clothes could be considered body parts, too.” Then he lightly touched my thigh. “My clothes, actually.”

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