Page 32 of All Snowed Gin

“But I was taught that you eat your dinner at the table.”

Oh fuuuuuuck…

I’m frozen, my mind going blank, the rest of me zinging with anticipation. I’ve never wanted to be dinner so badly in my life. I know what this man can do with his tongue—not to mention his hands, hips, and dick—and well, Pierce can be my guest and feast however he wants.

Pierce isn’t frozen though. With a single waggle of his brow, he takes my hand, guiding me over to the small alcove off the kitchen where the table sits. The massive picture window shows off the beautiful view of the mountainside, sunshine streaming in, illuminating the old oak table. I’m in a trance, my heart racing, each new move a mystery as I wait for Pierce to say or do more.

He doesn’t though. At least not at first. He’s silent and still, eyes glued to mine, his broad chest moving in time with his breath. The warmth of the sun surrounds us, cocooning us in its rays, only increasing the intensity of the moment.

When he does finally move, all bets are off. The animal inside him is unleashed, his soul-stealing eyes going even darker, melting the little that is left of my insides. His hands are on my hips so fast I barely register them there before he’s tugging down my leggings. Kneeling down to peel them off each leg, Pierce growls.

“No panties…”

His two-word statement is simple. Nothing more than an observation. One that makes my knees wobble and the wetness between my legs increase. Pierce can tell too, since he huffs out a laugh, widening my stance.

“And here I thought you were a good girl, Rose,” he continues. “But here you are, no panties and a soaking wet pussy? I might need to reevaluate my assumption.”

“No…no…” I reply, my voice breathy. It’s like his words are sucking all the oxygen out of the room, leaving me gasping just to respond. “I’m a good girl, I promise.”

I look down at him, his sly grin greeting me, making my knees even more unsteady. Seriously, he keeps this up and I’m not going to be able to stand.

“Is that so?” he asks, leaning in and quickly swiping at my wetness with his tongue.

“Yes!” I scream, although I’m not sure if I’m answering his question or simply crying out from pleasure.

Pierce laughs at my response. He doesn’t continue though, making the ache I’m feeling for his touch grow right along with his grin. I’m glad he finds this amusing, because I feel like I’m ready to pop. I’ve never been this turned on, and from here, it’s anyone’s guess how my body is going to react.

Running his hands up the outsides of my legs, he continues past my hips, rising from his knees. He doesn’t stop at the hem of my shirt, taking it with him and pulling it over my head. The cool air hits my overheated skin, my nipples contracting from the change.

“No bra either, tsk tsk…” He shakes his head, mocking disappointment. The excitement that flashes in his eyes gives him away though. I know that excitement all too well, my own rushing through my veins like it’s running the Kentucky Derby. “Question is now, what first?”

I shake my head, eyes going wide, unable to form the words to answer. At this point, I don’t care where he touches me, just as long as he does. And soon. I’m a ticking time bomb, craving a release that I know only he can give me.

Running his hand over my breasts, he flicks my nipple, watching me as I react to the pleasure. It’s so damn good, and I want him to do it again.

“Tell me, beautiful, how should I start this meal? Here?” he asks, taking that same nipple and rolling it in his fingers. I moan, pushing my chest forward, asking for more. He doesn’t give it to me. Instead, he lets go and trails his hand south, stopping only when it reaches my core. “Or here?”

I moan again, this time louder. Just as I did with my chest, I move my hips, trying to make contact with his fingers, but Pierce isn’t having it. He’s on to me, and isn’t going to give me the satisfaction of any more teasing.

“Use your words, Rose. Tell me where you want me.”

“Please…”

It’s all I can manage, my brain a jumble as the desire to be touched takes over. I’m a live wire, ready to spark, and all I need is the right contact. Contact that Pierce is dangling in front of me like a carrot.

“Words, Rose. Be the good girl I know you are and tell me.”

As if those words alone aren’t dirty and delicious, the deep gravelly tone he says them in takes them to the next level. The one that makes me putty in his hands.

“My pussy. Please…”

“Dessert first. Don’t mind if I do.”

Before I can exhale, Pierce lifts me up, depositing me on the table. He buries his face between my legs so fast, I barely notice the slight movement from the table, my attention all on him and the attention he’s giving me. Because, holy fuck…

“Gahhhhh!” I scream.

Pierce’s tongue hits my clit, and I’m done. Rapid-fire flicks, fast as hummingbird wings, mix with lazy circles and nibbles. He’s everywhere, all at once. Hitting me in all the right spots. My eyes slam shut, hands flying to the back of his head, wanting—no, needing—to keep him right there. I’m so close, hanging on by a thread, just waiting for it to snap.