I inched closer to her, trailing my finger over her ear and down her neck. “I’d start kissing you here… tasting your skin as I go. I’d ask you what you liked—or didn’t like—and I’d slowly run my tongue down your neck to your chest.”
She panted, and I moved my hand to her chest. “I’d play with your nipples. Licking them, biting them—gently, or… maybe a little more aggressively… you’d let me know which you prefer—leaving you ready for release. How does that sound, Becca?”
“G-good.”
“Do you want me to continue?” My voice was gruff as hell. The buildup had me hard as a rock.
She moaned and nodded fast.
“I’d take my time licking your stomach while tracing my fingers between your legs. I’d make sure you’re wet and ready for me, but I wouldn’t enter you yet.”
“No?” Her words were barely a whisper, her voice shaking.
“No.” I smiled, my eyes locked on hers and my hands still caressing her breasts over her shirt. “I’d touch you, watching your every reaction. I’d leave soft kisses along the backs of your knees and bite softly along the sensitive skin on your inner thighs, before working my way up to that needy spot where you’ll beg for more.”
“Yeah?”
“Uh-huh.” Still holding her eyes with mine, I rolled her pebbled nipples between my fingers and thumbs. “I’d take you into my mouth and suck—hard—bringing you to the very edge. Finally—when you think you can’t stand it another second—I’d slide inside of you and find a rhythm you’d like, moving my body over yours and bringing you close to the edge until your body finally releases so hard it steals your breath and forces my own release to follow.”
She squirmed on the mattress, her lips emitting the sexiest mews.
“Harrison,” she panted, a wild look entering her eyes. “Yes-ss-s.”
“Yes, what?” I tensed, prayed, and cashed in on any drop of good karma I had in the world that she’d agree.
I waited, but she didn’t speak. Instead, she flung off the blankets and jumped on me, slamming her mouth onto mine in a frenzied passion and knocking me back to the mattress.
“Damn it.” She wrapped her arms around my shoulders and bit down on my lip, sucking it into her mouth while moving her hips against mine. “I’m so turned on. Never… those words… Harrison. Snow-pocalypse fling. I need it right now.”
The need in her voice snapped me to reality. It was hot how ready she was, and how she didn’t care. She wanted it fast, but I wanted it slow. If I only got one night with her, I’d make it last. I cupped the back of her head and slowed down the kiss, sliding my tongue inside her mouth.
She matched me stroke for stroke as I finally got to repeat that kiss from two years ago.
Did she like it gentle or quick? Or slow? Strong or soft? Becca responded to each variation with gusto, gripping my hair in her hands.
“Harrison,” she said between kisses, “I might explode. My body is tingling right now. The scruff on your jaw feels so rough on my skin. I love it.”
“Good.” I set her on the bed and then crawled over her, kissing her neck. “Think how good it’ll feel when I put my mouth on you.”
She whimpered, her hands going to the edge of her shirt as though to pull it off.
I chuckled at her urgency but stilled her hands. “Are you in a hurry?”
“Yes.” She clenched her teeth. “You got me all hot and bothered.”
“Then I’m doing a great job seducing you.” I smoothed the edge of her shirt up, taking my time and running my hands over her soft skin. When I reached her breasts, she arched her back. I shook my head. “Neck first, remember?”
Her eyes held a wild expression, her pouty lips wet and swollen from our kiss. She was a dream. I trailed my tongue along her jaw, licking the pulse point below her ear before biting down on her earlobe and pinching one of her nipples. She bucked beneath me as my greedy hands explored her breasts.
“Oh, you like when I touch you here.”
She responded with a groan and weaved her fingers through the hair at the back of my head.
Moving my lips down her jaw, I alternated between gentle nips and open-mouthed kisses, continuing until I reached the intersection where her neck met her shoulder. Pausing a moment, I dipped my tongue into the hollow of her throat and sucked gently at her soft skin.
“Harrison.” She groaned again.
“What?” I smiled into her neck. “Are you getting bored?”
