Page 6 of Hunting Snow

This is simply crazy and so far outside my comfort zone that I can’t keep the heat from my face and every other part of my body. But I feel alive and I’m holding on to that feeling with everything I have tonight.

I wrap my legs around him and drag the man closer, instantly rewarded. The hard ridge of his cock presses against my pussy, teasing me. The friction drags a groan from deep in his chest and the raw sound of it makes my inner walls clench around nothing.

“I need you,” I moan wantonly.

He runs his mouth down the side of my throat. Warm lips, the scratch of stubble, the graze of teeth over my racing pulse. Fuck yes! His hard, muscular body feels amazing against mine. I gasp and drive my fingers into his hair, gripping tight enough to sting, and he growls against my skin in a way that makes my clit throb.

"Show me just how dangerous you can be." The words tear out of me, strangled and shameless.

His hands slide beneath the hem of my dress and find bare skin. My stomach contracts under his warm palms as he pushes the fabric up over my ribs, my waist, the sides of my breasts. The material bunches at my shoulders and he strips it over my head in one smooth motion.

With my dress on the floor, he leans back and drinks in the view of my bare breasts.

“I figured the less to take off the better,” I admit, and my face grows warmer.

His eyes track over the swell of my breasts rising with every ragged breath. The raw worship in his gaze makes me feel worth more than gold.

The overhead heating kicks on, and the burst of air hits my bare nipples, causing them to harden into tight points. Pink heat spreads across my chest and I catch my lower lip between my teeth.

When he doesn’t say anything for another heartbeat, I go to wrap my arms around myself. Perhaps I’ve gone too far. I shouldn’t be so open about what I want.

"Don't ever hide from me or from your true desires, sweet girl." He cups my jaw and brings my eyes to his. "You're beautiful. Every inch. So beautiful you've stolen my voice. Let me see all of you."

My hands slowly fall to settle on his chest. My chin lifts.

I am half-naked in a stranger's apartment, pinned to his wall, and the only thing I feel is…safe. My father would lose his mind if he were alive. The thought almost makes me laugh.

My stranger lowers his mouth to my breast and draws his tongue in a slow circle around one stiff peak before pulling it between his lips. I arch off the wall, my fingers twisting in his hair. The moan that rips through me echoes off the bare walls and hardwood floors of this empty, beautifully cold apartment.

I suck in my lower lip and clench it between my teeth. Juices spill from my center to wet my thighs. "Yes." My head drops back. "God, yes."

His teeth graze the tip and the sting spirals straight to my clit. He moves to the other breast, sucking and biting until I'm trembling, grinding against his thigh in a slow rhythm.

His fingers find the thin strings of my thong riding my hips. He doesn't pull them down. He curls his fingers around both sides and yanks. The delicate fabric tears with a sharp snap and the ruined scrap of silk falls to the floor between us. Cool air hits my bare, slick folds and I gasp against his mouth, completely exposed, pinned to the wall with my legs locked around the waist of a man whose name I will never know.

He lowers my legs to the floor and then he drops to his knees.

"What are you..."

Rapid beats of his heart show in the erratic thump of the artery on the side of his neck. It’s empowering to see how affected he is by me.

"Open for me, sweet girl." He presses his mouth to the inside of my thigh, his breath hot against my skin. "Let me taste you."

Sweet girl. The words slide through me and wrap around my bruised heart. I've never been called that. Never wanted to be called that. But from his mouth, in that low, wrecked voice, the words reach into a part of me no one has ever touched.

I spread my thighs. One hand grips his shoulder, the other presses flat to the wall. He lifts my leg over his shoulder and drags his tongue through my slick folds.

The cry that tears from my throat bounces off every hard surface in this apartment. He grips the back of my thigh and holds me steady while he works my clit with the flat of his tongue. Slow, deliberate. I'm soaked for him, swollen and hot.

“More…please.” I reach for him and bury my fingers into the length of his hair. The patience in the way he devours me tells me this man has discipline most men will never understand.

Heavy breathing has me shaking in his hold.

"So good." He pulls back just enough to speak against my wet skin. He murmurs something else I can’t make out and dives back in for more. "So fucking sweet."

My hips rock against his mouth. He closes his lips around my clit and sucks while pushing two thick fingers inside me, curling them forward against the spot that makes my vision blur. I cry out, raw and guttural, gripping his hair with both hands now because the wall is no longer enough to keep me standing.

"I'm close. I'm going to..."