Page 62 of Snowed Under

“Show me,” I mouth, my lips widening to a grin as she yanks me by the arm in that direction and we tumble up the hallway, stripping off layers as we go.

We stop by her door and don’t even bother with the lights. She’s down to her bra and panties by the time I spin her around to face me. I’m not much better; I unzipped my jeans and all I need to do is shrug them off. “You’re beautiful, Ainsley, inside and out. Never let anyone tell you any different.”

“I won’t,” she says with full conviction. There’s a fire in her eyes that only makes me love her more. There’s that word again, but I can’t help what’s happening and the way I feel about her. It’s all unraveling on its own, in perfect timing, just as it should be.

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“You have such a sexy body, myLittle Librarian,has anyone ever told you that?”

We both flop down onto her mattress after what started out as sensuous lovemaking, turned into me plundering her from behind hard and fast, while holding onto her glorious breasts. She sure knows how to move and grind that sexy ass, and watching my cock disappear inside her over and over again was just too much for me to take.

“Funnily enough, no one has,” she pants, holding her arm over her eyes while we both labor our breathing.

“Are the men around these parts totally fuckin’ stupid?” I shake my head in wonder. “But hey, I’m not saying I want them to be telling you. Only I can do that.”

“There is only you,” she assures me as I hold her to my side and kiss her hair.

“Glad to hear it.” I prop my head up on my elbow. “You have a really comfy bed,” I say. Her room is neat and tidy and she doesn’t have too much stuff adorning the walls or the shelves. Not that it would bother me if she did. Her bed is a queen size and has the comfiest mattress topper and pillows that feel like clouds under my head. “I may just never leave.”

She giggles, and it’s like a lullaby to my ears. Especially after the night she had with the confessions over her father. I still feel terrible about that. “I think they’d find us, eventually.”

I kiss her nose and bump my hips into hers again. “Not for a few days, at least.”

“Then we can go on that proper date you were talking about?” She laughs.

A grin tugs at my mouth. That was right before her dad called. “Yes, we will as soon as this snow clears up. I’ll take you for dinner somewhere fancier than the Noodle Bowl.”

“I’d like that.”

“Doyou think we’re doing things backwards?” I ask.

“What do you mean?”

I bump her with my hips and she giggles, then she rolls on her side to face me.

“I don’t think we are. It’s just how it happened. I’ve never jumped in this fast before, but this feels right. We fit.”

I smile. “We do fit. Sometimes you can’t deny it, and I wouldn’t want to. I love our connection, and the fact I can talk to you about anything.”

“You definitely can,” she says. “And I love that I can tell you anything, too. It might not have been a big deal to most people, a phone call from their dad, but you never make me feel like I’m overthinking things or overreacting. It feels safe.”

I pull her to my chest and wrap my arms around her. “Youaresafe. I’ll never hurt you.”

“I love that.”

“I love y—,” I say on a breath. Then I want to slap myself.

Fuck.Double fuck.

It’s too soon for me to be saying that. I know it, but then again, I’ve worn my heart on my sleeve a lot with Ainsley.

But the sigh I hear and feel all the way down to my toes, and the way she holds me tighter, tells me that maybe, just maybe, I got away with it. “You love me?” she murmurs.

Then again, maybe not. “I’m falling hard,” I say, wanting to be honest, even if it might have her running for the hills. Though, I’m pretty sure her feelings for me are just as strong. She even said so. But does she love me back? “I know it’s fast, but we’ve known each other for a while now, and like I said before, it’s been brewing for me for the past year. I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

She presses a kiss to my lips, and my cock jumps to life again.He’s always ignited by the littlest touch from her. “I love you too, Cole.”

My heart thuds, and it feels thick and heavy in my throat. “You… you do?”

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