He smells like crisp air and evergreens. His lips are full and soft. He has some scruff too, and I love the way it tickles my mouth and chin. He tastes like sugar and lemons and champagne, and I want to eat him up.
“You taste so good,” he says against my lips.
“So do you.” I don’t even recognize my voice—it’s hoarse and full of need.
“Too many layers,” he groans.
He kicks off his boots, and I do the same. He takes off his snow pants and has black thermals on underneath. They showoff his sculpted body in vivid detail, and I feel a bit woozy. He’s the hottest guy I’ve ever seen.
I unzip my snowsuit just a little bit, and he kisses his way down my neck.
I whimper and feel his smile against my skin.
“Dylan,” I whisper.
He looks up at me, and I bite my lower lip, hesitating for only a second. The only guy I’ve been with is Christian, and it was a long, drawn-out game for him to get me in bed.
I want this. I’ve only just met Dylan, and I’m more comfortable with him than I’ve been with anyone. I lower the zipper past my waist, and his eyes light up when he sees I only have my underwear on underneath.
“Hot pink,” he says, his eyes drinking me in. “I wondered what color was underneath the gray.”
That makes me smile. “I like to mix it up.”
“It’s working,” he says. He waves his hand over his body. “You’ve got my insides all mixed up.”
I laugh. “Not what I meant, but good.”
“You have no idea how beautiful you are. You can’t possibly.”
I take his hand and tug him toward me. His other hand goes inside my snowsuit and feels huge around my waist. My eyes fall shut with just that little bit of contact.
“Tell me what you want, Dahlia,” he whispers.
I bury my face in his neck, shy but craving him too much to stop now. “I’m not used to saying what I want,” I say softly.
He tilts my chin up so our eyes meet. “We’ve been able to talk to each other easily, right?”
I nod.
“Let’s keep that up, only even more so, okay?” He leanshis forehead against mine. “I can tell you what I’m thinking first, if that helps.”
“Yes, please.”
“I’m loving whatever this is between us. I want you so bad it hurts. But I don’t want to do anything to mess anything up because I really want to see you again.”
“I want to see you again too.”
“Okay, then we will,” he says, smiling.
I love his smile and his raspy voice and those eyes…
“And we don’t have to rush anything,” he adds.
“No, but…”
He waits for me to keep going. I swallow hard and sink my hands through his hair, my thumbs rubbing his neck. He groans and tugs my body flush against his. When I feel how hard he is, I’m glad he’s gripping my side—my insides are like jelly.
I lean on my tiptoes and whisper in his ear, “I want you to take me upstairs. We can figure out the rest of whatever this is another day. Let’s be snowed in together under the covers.”
