He nods slowly.
My smirk grows. “Then I wonder what you’ll think about this.”
I slide down his body, tracing his hard edges with my free hand and lower myself between his knees.
He bucks up off the bed as I wrap my mouth around his thick, throbbing head.
“Fuck, that feels…” his words die into a groan as I take more of him into my mouth. Licking the salty pre-cum from his tip.
His fingers slide into my hair, cradling the back of my head as I bob up and down on him. Pumping his shaft as I do.
I can feel his desperation. I can feel how close he is.
But just when I think I’m about to take him over the edge, he pulls my head back. His cock comes free with a festive plop.
My brow knits together. Before I can ask what’s wrong, he pulls me up and tangles his tongue with mine.
My pulse is racing, both of us are gasping for breaths when he eases back to press his forehead to mine.
“You first,” he says.
Then, flipping our bodies so I’m on my back, he finishes removing my clothes. Unwrapping me like a present. Stroking each piece of skin reverently with his fingers and his lips.
I’m already soaked through for him when his mouth finds my pussy. His tongue makes long, sweeping strokes of my seam before finding my clit. He applies just the right amount of pressure. Makes just the right circular motions to have my toes curling into the comforter way too fast.
All too aware of his family down the hall, I bite my lip to keep from screaming as I find my release.
The aftershocks of ecstasy are still rolling over me when he moves his body over mine. There’s a quick rip of foil. The slide of late.
He presses the head of his cock to my entrance and waits for me to open my eyes. When I do, I see desire and more—so much more—shining at me.
“Ready?” he asks.
I nod, gripping his shoulder and pulling his lips to mine as I rise to meet him. He plunges into me, and our mutual groans mingle together. We move against each other, finding a rhythm that suits us both.
When I’m close to coming again, I bite his bottom lip. “Don’t make me beg.”
His lips curve against mine. He lifts my knees so he can hit that spot inside of me that I most need.
And when I dive into the pool of pleasure again, he finds his own release. Pulsing inside of me until we’re both replete.
The fire pops softly.
The two of us are tangled in heat and breath and soft. Whispered words as the world outside fades to nothing but snow and the quiet miracle of finding exactly who you didn’t know you were missing.
Later—long minutes or hours, I can’t tell—Calder wraps an arm around me, drawing me against his chest. His breath is warm at the top of my head. His fingers trace lazy circles along my spine.
I feel known. I feel loved.
He presses a soft kiss to my temple.
“Stay,” he murmurs.
I know he doesn’t just mean for tonight. I curl against him, heart full.
“I’m not going anywhere.”
EPILOGUE
