Page 47 of When the Snowman Whispered
“What’s so funny?” I frowned.
“You’re scared and you’re the one that made me.”
“I didn’t make you come alive.”
“You did. You wanted me as much as I wanted you.” He guided me onto the bed. “Do you want me, Faith?”
God yes. If this isn’t weird, but god yes.
My gown spread around me as I lounged among the soft furs.
“Faith?” he whispered again. “Do you want me as much as I want you?”
Yes. I do.
I tasted the spicy words on my tongue, but didn’t let them slip away. Having sex with him in a dream was one thing. Doing an ice sculpture in real life was another.
And where the hell am I? Oh, it doesn’t matter. Do I even want to go home now? No. I want to see where all of this goes?
My old views had died and turned into crumbling weeds. My new beliefs had replaced the old thoughts, growing all over them like wild plants.
He lay down next to me and without any warning, pressed his lips against mine.
This kiss wasn’t like the ones in the dream or even before we flew.
This kiss couldn’t be dreamed up. I didn’t have that much imagination.
This kiss sparked things inside of me. It was a clash of hunger. Starving lips nibbling and tasting the curves of each other’s mouths, chins, and throats. Cold and hot at the same time.
“Always.” He captured my earlobe and then moved to my neck, savoring the hollow space at the base of my throat. My flesh stirred. Arousal blossomed inside of me and threatened to rise and drown us both.
“Always. I’ve wondered about your taste. . .” Remy covered my mouth with his and blotted out the rest of his sentence.
“Damn it.” I trembled against him in pure desire. “I don’t know what to do.”
“Let go.” He nibbled my chin and spread my legs, positioning himself between me. His cock lay cool and hard against my thigh. “Just let go.”
I shuddered. “But. . .”
“Let’s give the snow a song to whisper about in the morning.” Tingles of an orgasm came and he hadn’t even touched me yet. “As the snow melts, the birds and other creatures will hear about us while their waking up to the sun.”
Moaning, I fell into a trance and the rhythm of our mouths and the wetness of the space between my thighs.
My gown dissolved around us. It just disappeared. And I had no questions. I lay there naked, greedy, and hungry for him. Magic and passion fluttered against my flesh like a large, plumed feather being held by an educated seducer. My breasts swelled as my nipples stiffened against his.
Attuned to my body, he lowered and lapped at those points.
I arched toward him, needing more.
He circled his tongue slowly around each areola and then sucked on each nipple, one beautiful moment at a time.
“Remy.” I squirmed under him and the whole time he pierced me with that sapphire gaze. Those diamonds glittered in the haunting glow of the ice all around us.
Inch by inch, he slid his hands down to the center of my thighs and played with my softness.
“This is the soul of the world.” He kissed me and pulled his cock my way, rubbing the tip against my opening. “How should I worship you?”
“Fuck me.”
