Page 32 of SnowBound

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ANDERSON

My mind was going haywire with all the sensations washing through me.

Right now, I wished I could jump to my feet, pace the room, and tug at my hair until the storm inside me calmed down.

Abby brought something else to my lips. It was soft and bitter.

“Open up,” she said, her tone powerful enough to make me come. I did as she asked. She pushed something else into my mouth. “Lick it.”

What tasted like a melted piece of mint and dark chocolate coated my tongue.

“You can take a bite now.”

She pushed the remaining square between my lips, and I heard her sucking on her own fingers.

This was it. The moment I would die.

“You like this game?”

I nodded, wishing I could watch her right now and read her thoughts. See the expressions on her face. The sparkles in her eyes.

Moving closer, she pressed her hands to my chest. My heart drummed, and my breathing quickened. What was she doing? I could sense her deep in my soul. She sucked a quick breath in, seconds before her mouth brushed against mine. “Taste this.”

The contact of her soft lips electrified mine. When she leaned back, I darted my tongue out, easing the tingles.

In the darkness of the hat, every movement of hers felt intense. Magnified. With one hand, she fisted my hoodie over my thundering heart, and I held my breath when her mouth pressed on mine again, claiming my lips with restraint. And curiosity.

The simple touch awoke something deep in me. My entire body frizzled. She parted her lips, and my tongue pushed inside her mouth, greedy and hungry for a girl, who I’d never seen coming into my life but who had succeeded in making an impact on me in the short amount of time we’d known each other.

“That’s my favorite taste,” I spoke against her lips, returning to my mission of cherishing her mouth with every stroke of my tongue. “You’re not so indifferent to my charming ways anymore.”

“Shut up and kiss me.”

She moaned, and my dick stiffened, threatening to drill a hole through my pants, desperate for attention. And a release. It pressed against her, pulsing. This time, I didn’t shy away from letting her know how she made me feel. How my body loved her company too.

“Andy, you’re not allowed to move,” she whispered in my ear, a smile in her husky voice. A guttural groan escaped my mouth. Abby’s words had that effect on me. She looped her arms around my neck, deepening the kiss. My body heated up. Without thinking, I ripped the makeshift handcuffs and tugged her closer, my hands sliding under her shirt, enjoying the goosebumps spreading over her velvety skin.

“I thought you didn’t want to kiss me?” I asked, my voice rough.

“I thought I ordered you to stay still?” she replied. We both breathed hard. “Wait, I tied you up. How did you—?”

I growled as I nipped her lower lip, smiling. “Girl, sure you did, but you’re as strong as a hamster. What did you expect?”

She pushed back. “Hamster? Haven’t you seen my muscles?”

I grinned and nodded in the dark, the hat still covering my eyes.

“Yep.” I moved my hands further up her back. “But they are still puny. I love playing with you. Being dominated by you. I take pleasure in your being the boss. Taking control. And surprising me.”

We kissed some more. Abby molded our bodies, not a hair’s breadth space remaining between us. Her inner thighs pressed against my erection, messing with me a little more each time she ground against me.

She lifted the hat, freeing my vision, and I blinked to adjust to the dim light. Seriousness had taken over her features. Her pupils were fully dilated and her cheeks, flushed. “Andy, I want my Christmas present now.”

My attention drifted to her juicy lips swollen from my kisses. I forced the words out, my throat tight with the desire swirling inside me and messing with my composure. “But I thought I won the challenges.”

My tongue licked and kissed the length of her jaw, her neck, her collarbone. Now that I had a taste, I would never be able to stop devouring her unless she asked me to.