Page 13 of Cold Snap

I don't want to. I want Baz to do anything and everything he wants with me. Partly out of curiosity, but mostly because everything he does feels so incredible. Even if he's only here for a week, I'd be nuts to pass up the opportunity to fool around with a breathtaking man who seems fixated on me for some strange reason.

The tingling between my thighs is turning into a deep pressure, making me wonder exactly what he's going to do to me. Despite what they used to say about me, no man has ever touched me before.

"You have exactly fourteen minutes to do whatever you like."

The way his dark eyes light up makes me feel like I've just given him a huge gift.

Thick fingers unbutton my jeans, pulling them open to reveal my panties as he murmurs, "I want to eat you, angel. But I know I'll get carried away and take way too long. This is going to have to be just a quickie so I don't lose my mind."

His voice sends fire through my veins. I'm already panting as his rough hand slides down and into my pink cotton undies.

He moves slowly, watching my eyes carefully. His bottom arm holds me close, as his top right hand angles to cup my pussy. His thick, calloused fingertips drag gently across my skin, igniting every nerve.

"Spread your legs. Throw your top leg over my hip." His deep, raspy voice makes me want to obey him. As soon as he has more room, his middle finger slides through my center, sending a deep shudder through both of us. "You're so wet for me." His wide grin is mind-bendingly adorable. "You don't know what that does to me, knowing that I turn you on, angel. Knowing that your hot little pussy is drenched for me when I've barely touched you."

Baz's mouth brushes across mine as his finger trails through my inner lips, barely nudging inside me. My hips twitch, opening wider, inviting him in. He groans when my short nails prick against the back of his neck and shoulders as I try to pull him closer.

"So soft. So pretty. My own sweet little flower." His finger strokes against my opening, wetting his skin, then grazes all around my clit, teasing me.

My breathing is rough, my breasts pressing against his chest as I try not to squirm.

"That's it." His eyes are half lidded, filled with lust. "Just feel it, beautiful. Feel how much your body needs me. Only me. I'm the first man to ever touch you, aren't I?"

"Yes," I breathe, as his finger sweeps directly against my clit, then circles again, driving me over the moon.

"That's it, Rosa." His voice is dropping, becoming even grittier as he stares deeply into my eyes. "Do you like it right here?"

He strokes straight across my button, making me gasp. "Yes."

"You want it softly like this?" He pets my clit gently, barely making contact, sending sensations that feel like electrical sparks shooting through me. "Or harder, like this?" He shifts, his thumb pressing firmly against me as he massages in deep circles that gradually become quicker.

"Oh…" I shake, clutching at him desperately. He switches back and forth again, gentle to firm, feather light to deep, intense pressure. My mind is spinning, thighs tensing as my body feels like it's pulling inward.

I should feel self-conscious. I should worry about how my open mouth, gasping breath and quivering body must make me look pathetically desperate.

Or slutty.

Yet all of my usual fears have melted away. Baz simply wants to make me feel incredible, and he's already an expert at it.

"I can feel you're close." His stunning eyes sear into mine. "Which one, angel?" He switches back and forth again. "Light, or firm? I need you to come for me. I need you to say my name when your man gives you a climax for the very first time."

Your man…he's mine? That thought has never crossed my mind before, but feeling like I'm his makes me vibrate from the inside out. Having him be my man… introducing him as my boyfriend… The thought is wild, and ridiculous, and strangely possessive.

It's also sexy as hell.

"Firm." The word sounds as if I'm begging, but that doesn't matter since my gasping and frantic clutching sends the same message.

He barely kisses me, then I'm falling, shuddering as white hot heat flows through my body, sending tingles through every single muscle. My pussy quivers beneath his touch as I suddenly feel empty.

"Baz…" I gasp against his lips, knowing that the only thing that could possibly feel better than this would be releasing that massive bulge in his pants and feeling it inside me. "Baz…yes…" The trembling bliss gradually fades away, until I feel completely energized and drained at the same time. Then I moan loudly as his finger slips inside me, stroking just a tiny bit before he pulls his hand away.

He grins as he sucks his finger clean, then he groans in delight. "Delicious. Of course the best chef in the world is going to be delicious."

"Please! I'm just a cook, not a chef." I manage to sputter.

He snuggles me close, almost rocking me. "Technically, you are a chef. I looked it up. You're a skilled cook who creates your own recipes. You work in a hotel.Andyou're in charge of the kitchen. So…" He kisses the tip of my nose. "My girl is officially a chef. Like my brother always says, you're fancy-pants."

Looking over my shoulder to the clock, he chuckles. "We've got one minute to spare. Shall I walk you to the kitchen?"

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