Page 91 of Snowed Inn

The way he makes me fall apart. The way he learns every inch of me with his hands and his mouth.

I don’t want to think about anything else.

Normally I am one to order a guy around in bed a little. You know, give him instructions if he’s not exactly touching the right spot, but with Jesse there is no need for instruction. In fact, he is showing me a few things I didn’t even know about where to touch. And his mouth is . . . oh, that felt amazing.

He licks me again. And my knees fall apart. My breath catches and I gasp.

“You like this?” he asks, his voice duly proud.

I bite my lip and whimper. All I can do is nod. “Uh-huh.”

His tongue strokes me again and my hips jerk. Damn. He is so controlled, so accurate. It’s like he’s had lessons or something.

When he licks me the third time, I’m sure I’m about to go up in smoke. I call his name and just when I think I can’t take any more, he sucks my clit into his mouth. My eyes cross. I see stars. The next thing I know, I am catapulting through space on the wave of the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had in my entire fucking life.

How did he do that? So quickly? With only his mouth?

“Was it good?” he asks after I tune back in to reality.

I am panting but manage to say, “I’m so glad you’re not smug.”

“No, seriously,” he says. “I couldn’t tell from your clawing, begging, or screaming my name.”

Oh, that’s it. Payback time.

I roll over atop him and give him my most wicked smile. “Keep it up, Ball Cap. It’s my turn now.”

I revel in undressing him. The first thing to go is the tie I fantasized about earlier. Then, his shirt . . . his undershirt. Damn. I stare at his bare chest for far too long. It looks even better close up. I trail my fingers down his abs. He shudders.

I finally move my hands down to undo his belt. I can already tell he’s big. Like really big because I can see it, standing at attention. Fully ready for me.

I take my time unbuckling his belt. I’m teasing him but he deserves it.

When I finally pull off his pants and boxer briefs, I am rewarded with the full, hard length of him.

“Nice,” I murmur.

He smiles. Then he silently takes my hand and slowly moves it between his legs. I curl my fist around him. He’s rock hard and so long.

“You’re ready?” I give him a smile.

“Have been since I first saw you in that dress tonight.”

I arch a brow. That is interesting information. “Really?”

“Oh, yeah,” he groans as I squeeze him and begin to stroke.

“Goddamn it,” he says, his jaw clenched, a hissing sound coming from between his lips.

“Payback is a bitch,” I inform him, speeding up my stroke.

His hips lift off the bed slightly and his hands fist in the sheets next to them. I’ve got him at my mercy and I like it.

That’s just when I stop.

“No!” he growls.

But I’m already on my way down his body, licking along his abs, kissing his hip. He sucks in his breath.