Fine by me.
Her fingers fumbled with my jeans, while I took off my jacket and yanked my shirt off.
“This is going to be cold,” she commented, and I grinned.
Instantly, a tree moved its branches over and covered us from the falling snow.
“I have a feeling our fire will potentially burn down the forest.”
She smirked, but seconds later yelped as the vines that had been crawling down the rock wrapped themselves around her wrists. I lunged for her mouth again, coaxing her to let go as those vines pulled her hands up above her head.
“You’re completely at my mercy,” I teased and kissed her jaw.
“Better hurry up and make me beg then.”
Echo Cross, my mate through and through.
My fingers went about testing the softness of her abdomen, running along the curves of her breast and flowing down toward the button of her jeans.
She shimmied, and I peeled both her jeans and panties down after removing her boots, but she tilted her head to the side when I started putting those boots back on.
“Can’t have your feet get cold.” I winked, but truthfully, I just wanted to see her bare except for her leather jacket and boots.
And what a sight to behold before me.
A glorious feast waiting for me to devour.
