Page 97 of Snow

Then his mouth was on hers again. Her body responded, melting into him. Her hands found his hair again as she kissed him back with equal need.

His hands moved slowly down her sides, tracing her curves like he was learning her, and memorizing her. Every touch sent heat spreading through her.

His thumb brushed over her nipple, then she felt a pinch. The pleasure-pain sensation caused a faint moan to slip out. Her back arched, pushing her chest out as if she was begging for more.

Heat rushed through her, equal parts desire and vulnerability, and for a split second, it left her exposed in a way she wasn’t used to.

She felt him smile faintly against her lips.

“You are so fucking responsive, sweetheart,” he said as he continued to kiss her.

His mouth trailed from hers, moving down along her jaw, to her throat. Her head tipped back against the pillow, her breath uneven as she tried to hold onto some thread of control. But it was slipping fast.

He then pulled back, and she immediately missed the contact.

But then he looked at her, and the intensity of it made her breath catch all over again.

He lifted her tank top over her head, and the cool air brushed against her heated skin, making her even more aware of everything.

His breath caught as his fingers lightly traced along the edge of her lace bra.

“Jesus, Nova. You’re even more beautiful than I imagined.

Her chest tightened at that. Not from nerves, but from the way he looked at her when he said it, like she was something more than just a moment. And that might’ve undone her more than anything else.

His fingers moved to the clasp of her bra. And with one flick, the lace slipped away.

He stared at her exposed breasts. “Perfect,” he murmured as his hands moved down her stomach until they reached the waistband of her pants.

“These are in the way,” he rasped and gave her a playful wink.

Before she could respond, his hands tugged at the fabric, and Nova lifted her hips instinctively to help him, her heart pounding as the last barrier between them disappeared.

Snow leaned down to kiss her again, but Nova pressed a hand against his chest, stopping him.

“Wait.”

He immediately stilled. “You okay?”

“More than okay.” Her gaze traveled slowly over him before returning to his eyes. “But this hardly seems fair. I want to see all of you too.”

A slow, wicked smirk spread across his face. “Is that right?”

She nodded.

Snow stood up and shed his clothes, and when he straightened, Nova could only stare. She’d already known he was gorgeous when she saw him in the towel. But seeing him standing before her completely naked with no barriers was something else entirely.

He literally stole whatever clever response she might have come up with.

His smirk deepened. “See something you like?”

Nova lifted her gaze to his. “I’m still deciding.”

“Liar.”

She smiled and then crooked her finger at him.

He didn’t hesitate as he crawled back into bed, and he kissed her again. His lips moved against hers with intent, claiming and exploring all at once. His thumbs brushed over her nipples, the touch light at first, then firmer, drawing a soft moan from her.