Page 23 of All Snowed Gin

“Careful of the juniper mash,” Pierce finishes, trying to hold back a laugh.

The sound makes the butterflies take flight again though. I know I look a mess, but the last time I landed on my ass like this in front of Pierce, it wasn’t laughter it resulted in. I’ll take juniper mash over the snow any day if I get to see his smile.

“Don’t worry, I found it.”

“I see that.”

We laugh some more, Pierce helping me to my feet. We make quick work of scooping up the mess, most of it thankfully landing on the tarp that I tripped on.

“I’m gonna need a shower before we get into those mules,” I tell Pierce, brushing a piece of juniper-soaked hair from my face.

“Sound like a good idea,” he replies, eyes going dark. He steps into me, hands landing on my hips. My body heats up, and I have to stop myself from climbing up this tall, dark, and delicious man. “Want some company?”

Yes, please…

10

PIERCE

“How about I get you dirtier before we get you clean?”

Rose comes to a halt in the middle of the master bathroom, her muscles tensing, a visible shiver running through her. Her deep inhale is loud and stuttered, telling me everything I need to know. She likes the idea.

Coming up behind her, I slide my arms around her and tug her close. She smells of juniper, with lingering notes of alcohol, making me wish I could literally drink her in. I nip at the base of her neck, catching some of the juniper mash with my tongue, earning me another shiver.

“I am literally covered in booze berries.” She giggles, squirming in my arms. “Nothing about that is sexy.”

“I beg to differ,” I whisper, nibbling her earlobe. This time instead of a shiver, Rose coos, leaning into me. “Just means I have to use my tongue.”

Rose lets out a long, low moan, her body relaxing into mine even more. I return to the base of her neck, nipping again, working my way up, as one hand slips into the tiny sleep shorts she’s still wearing. The soft cotton gives easily, allowing me access to her—soft, smooth skin greeting me. Enjoying the attention, Rose squirms again, and my other hand slips under her top, heading up toward her breast. My dick twitches, the curve of her ass cradling it nicely. She must feel it, because she wiggles her hips, encouraging me closer to her wetness but also giving my cock a taste of the attention he craves.

“Ohhhh,” Rose moans, my fingers finding her nipple and clit at the same time.

Excitement rushes through me, loving her reactions. She’s so wonderfully vocal, not afraid of sharing how she’s feeling. In or out of bed. That’s something I’ve come to admire over the last couple of days as we’ve gotten to know each other. But especially in moments like this. All her moans, murmurs, coos—each new sound sending a rush through me. Letting me know that I’m having the same effect on her as she is on me.

I continue my attentions, switching to the other side of her neck, licking and sucking at the berry residue, making sure to get every last drop, careful enough not to leave a mark. Her skin is fresh and light, reminding me of something I can’t name. Whatever it is, it’s the perfect mix with the berries, leaving me wanting more.

So, so much more.

I want to taste her. All of her. I want to know if other parts of her are going to make me as wild and animalistic as her kisses do. If the rest of her is just as irresistible as what I’ve experienced so far.

I’m willing to bet good money that it is.

And I can’t wait.

I give her nipple one last squeeze and flick her clit once more before pulling away. Rose gasps, eyes flying open as I spin her around, mouth agape in surprise. The flush on her cheeks is adorable, as is the look of longing in her eyes. I can tell she didn’t want me to stop, and her body is silently protesting my sudden actions.

Oh, just you wait, darlin’…

“I think it’s time we got you out of these clothes,” I whisper, giving her a wink. “They’re in my way.”

I don’t wait for a reaction, tugging her shirt over her head, quickly followed by tugging her shorts down too. In a matter of seconds she’s standing before me, gloriously naked, looking good enough to eat. No, devour.

“Holy fuck…”

Rose giggles nervously, the pink in her cheeks deepening. My cock surges at the sight, somehow becoming even harder than before. Something I wouldn’t have thought possible. At least not until I saw the goddess before me like this.

“Like what you see?” Rose asks, in a voice that is both timid and teasing. Like she doesn’t know if she should be bold or self-conscious. I need to assure it’s the former, and never the latter.