Page 139 of Snowed In

And it doesn’t help that neither of us is asleep. My eyes are wide open as he continues to move all over me and talk.

He never fucking shuts up.

“I wonder how long the blizzard will last,” he whispers as he runs his hands up my chest, bumping over the piercing in my nipple. He fiddles with it and I bite my bottom lip to keep myself from groaning. “I wish we had some signal up here.”

I don’t reply, just let him continue touching me.

For someone so prudish, he sure as fuck is sensual as hell.

“Do you think Bree will be worried when we don’t show up tonight? I know it’s the rehearsal dinner and stuff.” When I don’t answer, he sighs, his hand traveling up to my neck and fiddling with my Adam’s apple. “I bet she’ll look online and see the storm and think we’re holed up in some motel, huh?”

“Yep,” I wheeze as he shifts up on me a little further. If he moves an inch to my right, he’s gonna feel my hard cock. I swear to fuck, if he comments on it, I’m going to roll him right onto the ground. He can sleep there for all I fucking care.

“It’s weird, huh? Us, sleeping in the same bed. Like this. When before we barely even talked.”

“Yep,” I reply as his hand drifts back to my nipple piercing.

“I had no idea you were pierced in so many places. Did it hurt?” he asks softly, and I swallow roughly once more, my throat clicking.

“Yep.”

“I bet it did. I don’t have any piercings. Or tattoos.”

“You don’t say,” I manage to reply dryly.

“Yeah. My parents wouldn’t allow it.”

I can’t say anything more than, “Hm.”

“Anyway, I know I’ve never said this before because we don’t really talk, but they look good on you. The tattoos and the piercings.”

I can almost feel his blush against my skin, and it only makes my dick leak more. This is really quite unfortunate. Damnit.

“Thanks,” I reply, and he sighs, shifting on me a little more.

“Sorry, you’re just so warm, and I really don’t do well in the cold.”

“You’ve told me that a hundred times. It’s fine,” I grit out, and he sighs again, sounding so fucking innocent in this moment.

“I bet when we tell Bree what happened, she’ll laugh.”

I freeze at that. “Why?”

“Well, because we’re sharing a bed, snowed in on a mountain.”

“And why is that funny?” I ask, feeling angry suddenly. My dick situation is anything butfunny. It’s bordering on dire.

“Just because it’s you and me.”

I stiffen beneath him but he doesn’t notice, his fingers continuing to fiddle with my nipple ring, driving me slowly insane.

“And why the fuck is that funny? You think they’re gonna laugh because someone like you would never go for someone like me?”

He pauses and then leans up, glancing down at me. This positionputs his leg really fucking close to my dick and I swear my heathen cock shifts toward him, wanting to be touched.

“I didn’t say that. Why would you think that? Have I ever given you that impression?”

The way his eyes search mine makes me look away, my anger evaporating into embarrassment.

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