Page 20 of Cold Snap

Every inch of him is so hard and chiseled. He's sturdy like a tree, yet he's so tender with me that it feels like I'm melting whenever he touches me. My head is still spinning from that climax, and the way he looked so delighted to have his mouth between my thighs.

Staring at the handsome face in front of me, something clicks in the back of my mind.

When I'm cooking, I've developed a kind of sixth sense. It's more than knowing the recipes of different dishes and the way their various flavors balance. More than knowing the chemistry of how bread rises and exactly how long it takes at what temperature for something to hit golden brown.

It's an intangible vibe. And it's different every single day, so you have to trust your gut.

Every single thing about Baz feels right. My gut trusts him. This isn't all just an act so he can have a little fun on his vacation. It's real. This spark between us is some weird precious miracle of us being in the right place at the right time.

With all of these incredible feelings stirring inside me, there's no earthly reason for me to wait to explore this brand new physical side of myself.

Another fake-snore makes me take action. As my hand slides down to his rippled abs, I feel a slight shudder roll through his muscles.

He opens one eye, then the other. "Are you saying it's not time to sleep?" I answer by dropping my hand lower until my fingers slip into the elasticized waist of his pajamas. Watching his eyes, my fingertips are already grazing the head of his cock. "What are you up to there, angel?"

"Something that's maybe not so angelic."

My body shifts so I can reach both hands out and pull his pants down to release his hard length. Wow. It's huge. Thick. So hard that I wonder if it's painful for him. Shrugging off the blankets, I sit up to examine the massive shaft in my hands in the candlelight. Strangely, my mouth is watering.

Baz rolls onto his back, his biceps tensed as he holds his arms by his sides. My fingers instinctively wrap around his girth, using both hands to stroke slowly all the way up and down.

"Yeah," he groans. "You wanna lick the head?"

Instead of my usual hesitation, I dip lower immediately, sucking the broad mushroom-shaped tip into my mouth. A single drop of salty fluid dances over my tastebuds.

"You're unbelievable," he grits out. His right hand is balled into a fist, clutching the sheet. The left is stroking my hip gently, but it feels like his entire body is pulsing with heat. "Don't be shy, gorgeous. Do whatever feels good."

My hands run up and down his shaft as I lick and suck the tip, while his abs tighten.

"Just like that. Fuck… Look at those gorgeous lips around me. The prettiest girl in the world, sucking my dick. I could go off like a damn cannon in seconds."

His thickly muscled thighs spread wider as his mouth falls open. He's staring at me like he wants to devour me whole. Like he wants to possess me.

And I want to let him.

"I'll have to stop you in ten seconds, gorgeous, but see how deep you can suck me down. Rub your lips on me. Nice and hard."

His dirty talk is making my pussy flutter. My cheeks hollow as I suck and lick, pulling as much of his length into my mouth as I can. I bob quickly up and down until he grips the back of my hair to stop me.

His cock pops out of my mouth, but I continue stroking. "You don't like it?"

His deep growl is just as sexy as his filthy words. "You know I do. I'll come in your sexy mouth if you want me to. I just want to know, is this all you want for the night?"

My head shakes, my heart hammering in my chest. "No. I want…everything."

My squeal echoes around the room as he scoops under my arms, flinging me on my back. He yanks off his pants, then lies over me as his hard, hulking body cages mine.

"Rosa." His deep voice sounds raw, almost desperate. "If we do this, we are forever. No questioning. I will only do this if you know in your heart that I'm the one for you."

For a man who doesn't talk a lot, he sure knows precisely what to say.

"Yes. You're the one for me."

His thumb caresses my cheekbone as his other hand grips my hip. I moan as his hard shaft rubs up and down my swollen, wet pussy.

"Why?"

Stretching up, I try to answer with a kiss, but he shakes his head. "I need to hear you say it out loud, angel."

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