Ana
The drive up the mountain is rough enough that I'm almost glad I lost my car where I did—I doubt it would have made it another mile. And now, instead of an icy death, I’ve got some eye candy and the offer of a fun night.
“Think we'll get snowed in?” I ask, hardly able to get the words out through the thick layer of want that's taken up residence in the vehicle.
“Can't say I'd mind if we did.”
“For all you know, I'm a shitty lay.”
He looks away from the road, his dark eyes locking on mine. “You wouldn't joke about it if you were.”
“And you?”
He's forced to focus on the road as a tire catches on some ice. “Whatever happens next—it's going to be worth it.”
Leaning back against the seat, I yank the elastic off the end of my braid, unraveling it, my hair unfurling into a series of unnatural waves around my face. The scent of my shampoo coats the space, and his breath hitches.
“The things I'm going to do to you, darling.” His accent is thicker than it was on the side of the road, and I can't say I mind.
“Like what?”
He licks his lips, and it's all I can do to keep from crawling over there and digging my teeth into them. But the car jumps forward out of the ice, so I keep my hands—and teeth—to myself.
“Well, if you really want to know, first I'm going to strip off all those layers, but slow, like I'm unwrapping a present.
And each inch of skin I uncover, I'm going to make sure it's worshiped.
Cherished. Once you're naked and quivering, mmm, I'm going to taste you.
I'm going to drink from you, taking every ounce of pleasure you have until you're boneless and dripping, with my mouth, my hands, my fucking teeth if you'll let me.” My thighs clench in anticipation.
“Then and only then, I'm going to inch into you, slow enough you'll beg for more, faster, harder.
But I'm not going to give it to you. Not until you're practically rabid for it.
When you're a whimpering mess, squirming and begging, I’ll give you what you want.
And trust me, darling, it's going to be well worth the wait.”
Well shit. Now I want that instead of jumping him the second we're inside. A quick, dirty fuck against the wall won’t cut it.
“You've got a way with words, big man.”
“I've got a way with my tongue, too.”
Find out what happens next!