Page 36 of SnowBound

“Abby—” Her name sounded more like a prayer as I spoke it.

Her hand curled around my neck, and lifting her back, she sought my mouth.

We moved together, kissing.

Until an orgasm hit her and mine shattered me to pieces.

“Merry Christmas,” I whispered once we caught our breaths, and I hauled her over me, her heart beating to the same rhythm as mine, our bodies steamy, and our hands unable to stop touching each other, our fire untamable.

“Do you want to shower together?”

I blinked and scanned the small room. “There’s a shower here?”

She bobbed her head. “It’s a VIP private suite. It’s like a tiny hotel room.”

“How are you—?”

Abby pressed her finger against my lips. “Shh. Don’t.”

I tangled one hand into her hair and tugged her forward. “Then I’d love nothing more than to shower together. And I wanna love you again. Because if we only get one night with each other and this is your Christmas present, I want to make this night one to remember. Forever.”

Her face lit up, and I kissed her some more. Abby tasted like whiskey and sugar. Addictive and forbidden. Sweet and spicy.

In the small shower, I lifted her up and circled her puckered nipples with my tongue as her legs locked around my waist.

My finger entered her moist heat, and her inner muscles contracted around me. She whimpered, making me hard for her all over again.

In slow motion, I put her back on her feet and went down on her, sucking on her clit as I pushed another finger in and worked her toward a climax. She jerked her hips, her hand holding my head, seeking more friction. I increased the pace, entranced by her cries of pleasure, the rapture keeping us hostage. Her body convulsed around my digits, and she groaned my name in a whisper, the sound quivering through me. After she took several deep breaths, her fingers tugged my hair, and she searched my eyes.

“Andy, I don’t ever want you to stop. This is the best Holidays ever.”

Unable to restrain myself any longer, I walked out of the shower, holding her in my arms, and after I toweled us off the best I could, I rolled another condom over my still hard-as-rock length and slid back inside her. Our bodies danced together as if we’d done this multiple times before. I glided in and out, taking my time. My mouth feasted on hers. Until my lips became sensitive. I kneaded her breasts, the pads of my thumbs toying with her pink nipples. Moving down, I sucked on her hard peaks, my tongue yearning to taste all of her again. I increased the pace of my hips.

Abby’s legs hooked around my waist.

My mouth swallowed all her whimpers.

“Andy, it feels so good.”

“I know,” I said against her mouth. It was better than any sex I’d ever had. I was close. So close. It wasn’t just sex. What we were experiencing together was a connection. Something deep and raw. Something that spoke not only to my body, but to my soul too. “Abby, look at me.”

Her eyes popped open, and I lost myself in her crystal irises as I thrust deeper into her. Again and again. With purpose. Until I branded myself on her.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful. Abby, if you were my girl, I’d tell you that all the time.”

She parted her lips while I pounded into her one last time, both of us exploding in ecstasy.

I fell forward and rested my forehead against hers. The quick rise and fall of her chest matched mine.

A strangled sound escaped her mouth, and I leaned back to watch her.

My throat closed at the sight of a lone tear rolling down her cheek. I caught it with a kiss. “Hey, what’s wrong? Talk to me.”

She shook her head. “Nothing. That’s the problem. It’s perfect.”

I sprinkled kisses on her eyelids, the tip of her nose, the corners of her mouth, understanding her emotions. Hoping she could sense everything I wanted to tell her, my lips claimed hers in a searing kiss. Because how could something that barely existed feel so right?