My knees fall apart on a shaky exhale.
“Good girl.” His voice is pure gravel. “Look at how beautiful you are like this, spread out, soft and wet and perfect for me. These thighs…” His hands slide higher, fingers digging gently into the plush flesh, spreading me wider. “So thick, so fucking gorgeous. I want them wrapped around my waist one day, but right now I just want to taste what’s waiting for me.”
He lowers himself, shoulders forcing my thighs even farther apart until the stretch burns sweetly. His hot breath ghosts over my pussy, making me clench before his mouth has even touched me.
“Tell me if it’s too much,” he says, lips brushing my inner thigh. “Tell me to stop and I will. Always.”
“I won’t,” I whisper. “I need this. I need you.”
His tongue touches me first in broad, flat, slow strokes, gliding from entrance to clit in one long, savoring lick. My hips lift on instinct; a choked sound tears from my throat.
He groans against me, the vibration sinking deep. “You taste like heaven, Tilly. Lush and rich and mine.” Then he settles in to worship.
He holds me open with strong hands on my thighs, thumbs stroking the tender crease of my upper thigh while his tongue works my pussy with devastating patience. Long licks, teasing circles around my clit, gentle suction that pulls soft whimpers from me. When my hips start to rock, he pins them down gently, forcing me to feel every deliberate stroke, every slow swirl.
Pleasure coils tighter and tighter. My hands fist the sheets; my breath comes in ragged gasps.
“Davin—please—”
“Come for me, beautiful.” His lips brush my clit as he speaks. “Let me feel these gorgeous thighs shake around my face. Let me taste how good I make you feel.”
He flattens his tongue, pressing in hard, relentless circles, and the wave breaks. My back arches off the bed; pleasure detonatesin pulsing, white-hot bursts. I cry out, unashamed, my hips jerking against his steady hold as he works me through every trembling aftershock, tongue softening but never stopping until I’m oversensitive and pushing weakly at his shoulders.
He rises slowly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, dark, satisfied eyes locked on mine, still burning. “Good?”
I can only nod, chest heaving. Words are gone.
He crawls back up my body, careful not to crush me, and takes my mouth in a slow, deep kiss. The taste of myself on his tongue is raw, intimate, overwhelming. I clutch at his shoulders, trying to pull him closer, deeper.
When he finally eases back, he reaches for the blanket and draws it over us both, cocooning us in warmth.
“Rest now,” he murmurs against my temple.
He pulls me against his chest, tucking my head beneath his chin, and for the first time in years, I feel completely, gloriously seen.
I sink into his warmth, my body heavy and sated in a way I didn’t know was possible. His hand strokes my spine in slow passes, and the steady thump of his heartbeat under my ear lulls me into drowsy contentment.
“You didn’t have to hold back,” I whisper against his chest.
“I wanted to.” His arm tightens around me. “Watching you let go, hearing you say my name like that… that’s what I needed.”
The words settle warm in my stomach. Outside the window, snow continues to fall in thick curtains, and the storm shows no sign of stopping. We’re trapped here together. As unfamiliar as it seems, being stuck doesn’t feel like a problem.
It feels like exactly where I’m supposed to be.
Chapter four
Davin
The roads cleared overnight. I load tools and measuring equipment into the truck bed, my breath fogging white in the cold morning air. The engine rumbles to life, and frost glitters on the windshield before the defroster clears it away. Tilly locks the cabin door behind us, wearing jeans and my flannel over her sweater, beneath her coat. Seeing my shirt peeking out beneath her coat tightens every muscle in my shoulders, but I keep my hands on the tailgate instead of reaching for her.
“We need to stop at the hardware store,” she says, climbing into the passenger seat. “And I should check in with Mika about the opening timeline. She said she could help me promote it.”
“We’ll hit the Waffle Den first. Get breakfast, handle town business, then the shop.” I start the engine and pull onto the mountain road. “You didn’t eat enough this morning.”
Her mouth opens like she’s going to argue, then closes. “You’re very observant.”
“I pay attention.” My hand finds her thigh, thumb stroking across the denim. “Especially to you.”
