“And this feels good?” I ran my nose along her jawline, inhaling her sweet, sleepy scent as I grazed my finger over her hardened nipple. Once, twice, and then I pinched it. She trembled in my arms as her deep sighs of pleasure filled the room.
“Mm.” She arched her back, rocking her hips as her breathing picked up.
That one syllable was all I needed. I cupped her full, luscious breast in my hand, already planning on licking every part of her until she cried out. She was gorgeous. Her tits were a dream.
“Tell me what you want, Becca.” I bit down on her earlobe.
Instead of groaning or making that sexymmsound again, she sucked in a breath and bolted upright. “Oh myGod.”
“What?” I croaked out, my brain drunk from her body.
“I thought… I thought I wasdreaming.” Her voice shook.
Shame consumed me, and my face burned with embarrassment. “I asked if you were awake. You said yes, Becca.”
“No, IknowI did. Don’t feel bad.” She gulped. “I can’t believe you touched my boob.”
Don’t think about her boobs. How they felt, how she reacted.
Getting up, I ground my teeth together and placed more wood on the fire. I needed a distraction since all the blood had left my brain. My neighbor was gorgeous butsleepingwomen weren’t my thing.
“Harrison.”
“Hmm?” I asked, barely glancing at her because I needed my dick to settle down.
Her mouth formed a littleOshape, and her gaze zeroed in on my bulge—my very evident bulge.
I shrugged, hoping to play it cool. “Becca, I’ve always been attracted to you. You’re an incredibly gorgeous woman, and having your body pressed against mine is a special form of torture.”
She tilted her head to the side, blinking her wide, pretty eyes. “Hmm.”
“To be clear, I wanted to keep going. But I need you to explicitly say it.”
“This is crazy.” She ran a hand over her throat and avoided my gaze. “Right?”
“What is?” The fire crackled, and I sat back down on the mattress, not more than a foot away from her. “My reaction to your body? Your reaction to me touching your breasts? Us being stuck together during a snowstorm?”
“Yes? All the above?”
“Again, that sounds like a question.” I placed my hand on her ankle, over the blanket, and squeezed it. “Look, don’t be embarrassed or worried. I meant it when I said I enjoyed spending time with you today. My life is in a different place than it was two years ago, and we’re both single.”
“Hmm.” She pulled at her bottom lip, eyeing me up and down. “I’ve never slept with anyone I wasn’t seeingseriously. Well, I have, but it was one time. It was hot and fun, but I couldn’t do it again. I didn’t even ask his name. It was just hot, sweaty sex,” she rambled, blurring her words together.
She’s nervous.
“Technically, one could argue that this is the third date. It’s after midnight,” I pointed out.
One side of her mouth quirked up.
“Plus, we don’t have to sleep together if you’re uncomfortable. We could sleep, cuddle for warmth, or… I could make you feel good. Having a blizzard-buddy fling might not be the worst idea, Becs.”
A blizzard buddy. I’m an idiot.
Her fingers traced her collarbone as she swallowed, loud. “Yeah? A snow-pocalypse fling. Hmm, it shouldn’t sound intriguing, but it very much does. Like, just for the time we’re snowed in? Hmm. It could maybe work. I wanna know, though, how would you make me feel good?”
She wants me to explain it to her? Okay.
I tended to live in a feelings-free zone, but this? Seduction and a few nights of sex? That was my equivalent of a touchdown.
