“You haven’t told me to stop,” he rasps.
His soft, warm fingertips slowly,very slowly, continue their circular strokes around and around my nipple.
“I fucking hate you, and you…you hate me,” I breathe.
“But there’s something else here besides hate, isn’t there?” He leans in even closer, his lips sweeping the corner of my mouth. It’s hardly a kiss, but it sends a bolt of lightning down the middle of my body. “You feel it too, I know you do.”
His erection is hot against my thigh, it’s all I can think about, all I can focus on. I don’t remember the last time I was ever this turned on. I’m ashamed of how wet I am. I squeeze my eyes closed. Sleeping with Vaughn would be a horrible mistake, but my body craves his, it’s practically begging for it.
“Forget who we both are for one minute. You’re not Claire. I’m not Vaughn. We’re just two strangers,” he whispers against my mouth.
I like his thought process way too much. “Just two strangers with no past?”
“It’s all erased. Everything. Nothing bad has ever happened between us. I’m not Silas Montgomery’s son and you’re not Libby Radcliffe’s daughter.” His warm breath tingles over my lips.
“The only thing we know about each other is that we’re both stuck in a snowstorm and we just lived through an avalanche,” I say, slanting my head the tiniest bit.
“It’s so cold. We have to keep each other warm,” he rasps, taking my whole breast into the palm of his hand, gently squeezing and caressing it.
“With our body heat,” I say breathlessly.
He lowers his mouth to my ear. “Just your body against my body.” His words tighten my muscles with anticipation and need.
“Just staying warm,” I gasp.
“You can call me Max,” he says.
“Why do you even need a name?”
“Believe me, you’re going to want something to scream out in a minute,” he chuckles.
“Right, you’rethatgood. I find that most men who brag about—”
“Shh,” he hisses with a low laugh. Then his hands instantly slide down my sides, around my belly, and slip lower. Heat spreads through me, it aches in my breasts and rages into an inferno between my legs. “No more talking unless you’re telling me to fuck you harder or how big my dick is…”
He flips me over and presses his body fully up against mine, flattening me to the mattress. He’s one long, hard wall of muscle and heat. “Face down, so we can’t see each other. Is that how you need it?”
My face pushes against the mattress, his heart pounding against my back. I feel it like the beat of a bass drum, wild and excited. His arms are still wrapped around me, one hand slipping down my body between me and the bed, until his hand is cupping my sex. One finger slowly sliding itself over the swollen bundle of nerves there, back and forth, over and over.
My hands fist the sheets. I think I might go mad, wanting him, waiting for him.
His erection, hot and thick, bears down into the bottom of my spine. Instinctively my body wants to arch up toward him, to bring him lower down my thighs and open my legs wide. But he’s pinning me to the bed and I can’t move.
He pushes up and straddles his knees on either side of the back of my thighs and his thick shaft pushes snugly between my ass checks. He’s taking his time teasing me, his arm still around the front of me, his fingers soaking wet. I have never been so turned on in my life.
A whimper seeps out of my lips, a wordless plea. I’m dizzy with lust. Suddenly glad I’m facing away from him so he can’t witness my desperate need.
Then he bends all the way forward, lowering his mouth to my ear. “If you want me, open those gorgeous legs. I need inside you.”
I spread my knees, but his legs on either side stop me from opening them too far.
Vaughn drops his forehead to my shoulder, his hot breath fanning out across my back. I shiver beneath him.
His lips press down against my skin, just along the back curve of my neck. It tickles and curls a tingling sensation at the base of my spine. His tongue flicks out, his teeth bite gently. I want to cry out. To beg for release.
His chest presses against my back, his big, thick cock slipping between my thighs, sliding over my slickness. One, two, three strokes of the head of head cock over my opening then sinking deep inside me. “Ah, fuck,” he moans, against the side of my neck.
My God, the way he feels.
