Chapter 14
“Fuck.”
Gripping my hard-on through my shorts, I squeezed to the point of pain. It didn’t have the effect I’d hoped for. Instead of calming down, all I wanted to do was chase after Snow and demand she finish what she’d fucking started.
A few more curses rolled off my tongue.
I swear I could still feel her soft body pressed to mine. Could smell the strawberries and flowers. And I could absolutely still feel her hardened nipples against my chest.
They were the start of my undoing.
And when Snow had rubbed herself over me, it was a damn miracle I hadn’t lost it completely.
So many sensations. Too many. And the impulses and needs. They all fired off at once. I deserved a damn medal for not acting on them. Because holy shit, did I want to.
Desperately.
My erection twitched again. I knew Snow had left—I’d heard the retreating click of her heels—and as bad as I felt, I couldn’t run after her with a raging hard-on.
I’d scared the woman enough for one day.
Palming myself, I tried to think of fluffy bunnies and ice cream, but all my deprived mind provided me with was Snow lying on a fluffy blanket while I licked her between her legs.
“Shit.”
I dropped my chin to my chest and glared at the front of my shorts. “You need to calm the fuck down so I can apologize to Snow.”
The little fucker twitched again.
Of course, my traitorous brain presented me with a whole host of images to keep my blood running south.
I envisioned lifting her onto the counter and peeling her pants off. Spread her legs wide so I could see if she was as turned on as I was.
With a groan, I gave in and reached inside my shorts. It was tight, but I managed to wrap a hand around myself and squeeze. It felt good. So damn good.
Would have felt a million times better if it was Snow’s fingers.
“Hmmm.”
Taking a sharp breath through my nose, I worked myself to the base and up again. I concentrated on how it felt to have those soft curves smashed into me. I imagined sliding my hand between her legs and finding her dripping wet.
I pumped into my hand again. And then remembered her parting words.
Shit, I really was an asshole.
Here I was, touching myself when I should have been apologizing for being rude to her. Not that I knew how to explain that I’d been a second away from making a mess inside my shorts.
It was embarrassing to think about, let alone repeat.
With one last thrust—because clearly, I had no morals and no control over my damn body—I pulled my hand free and headed to the sink to clean up. Giving my erection a little more time to calm down, I grabbed a shirt before making my way to Snow’s room.
I wasn’t surprised to find it closed. What did surprise me, though, were the sudden nerves churning in my gut. Sure, I had a bit of an ego, like most men did, but I never backed away from admitting I was wrong.
And yet, standing in front of Snow’s door, I was fucking terrified of doing just that.
Ridiculous.
With a sharp shake of my head, I lifted my hand and tapped my knuckles against the wood.
Once, twice, then I stepped back and waited and waited.
After what felt like an eternity, the door finally flew open, and man, I wasn’t prepared.
“What?”
The iciness in her tone was in direct contrast with the fire burning in her eyes. Two brilliant green flames burning so hot, I felt the heat of her stare down to my core.
I swallowed hard and scrubbed a hand over the back of my neck.
“May I have a moment?”
She folded her arms in front of her and glared some more.
She was pissed.
And my nerves were still running rampant.
Heart thrashing behind my ribs, I took a small tentative step closer.
“I’m sorry for snapping,” I said. “It’s hard to explain, but…” Unable to find the right words, I shook my head. “Listen Snow, it was more about me than it was about you. Hell, you didn’t even do anything wrong. That was all me.”
Her features softened a bit. “I don’t understand.”
“Trust me.” I chuckled ruefully. “Neither do I.”
A whiff of flowery strawberries tickled my nose. Closing my eyes, I took a deep drag of air, and holy shit. “Fuck, you smell nice.” The words spilled from my lips before I could stop them. Cursing under my breath, I prepared to apologize again but then decided not to.
It was the truth.
And judging by her wide eyes and rosy cheeks, it was a truth she didn’t hear very often.
“I…uh…thank you,” she stammered, confirming my suspicions. She tucked a few inky strands behind her ear. “I appreciate the apology and the compliment…even though it wasn’t necessary…the compliment, I mean.”
The blush on her cheeks deepened. Something sparked in those green eyes, but she turned her head away before I could put a finger on it.
I wanted her to look at me again.
And as desperate as I was to put my hands on her and make it happen, I didn’t want to do anything that might upset her. This was completely new territory for me because all I’d done since we’d met was invade her space.
“Hey, Snow.” I waited with bated breath until her gaze met mine. “The compliment was just as necessary as the apology. You smell fucking nice; you need to know that.”
A hint of a smile touched her lips, and I wondered what it would take for me to deserve a full one.
“Why do you keep calling me that?”
“What? Snow?” When she nodded, I couldn’t resist leaning a little closer. “You’re a smart woman; figure it out.” Stepping back, I scratched the spot above my galloping heart. “See you later.”
It was a promise. One I intended to keep.