Page 145 of Snowed In

I arch my hips up and bring him with me, his body trembling with each upward thrust.

We grind like this for far too long, our breath mingling, our lips stuck together until Christian starts to shake, his hips moving almost frantically and then he pulls off of me, staring down at me as he shudders almost violently.

I know that look, the way the veins in his neck protrude, the wayhis eyes are almost glazed over. The wetness seeping through his pajama pants and onto my boxers.

“Did you just…”

He swallows and nods, looking almost ashamed.

“I’m so sorry.”

I don’t know what to say, unable to find the words, but when he starts to move up and off me, I stop him with a grip on his wrist.

“Don’t be sorry. That’s fucking hot, Christian. I’m so fucking hot for you right now.”

His lips part, and he blinks down at me before his nose hits mine, rubbing it almost sweetly before he pushes off and jogs to the bathroom. I watch him go, touching the cum-stained part of my boxers, giving my own dick a hard squeeze.

The water turns on and I hear him gasp as he rinses himself off. As he does, I pull my soiled boxers off and throw them to the side before reaching down and stroking my dick at the memory of him.

He better come back naked. He better come back completely nude.

That’s what I want.

I fucking want him.

Chapter Two

Wren

Idon’t know how I manage to stay in bed while he showers, but I do. I wait there with bated breath until Christian returns, his body on display, a small towel around his waist. I watch the small droplets of water slide down his chest and I swear to the fucking devil that it takes all I have within me to keep me on that crooked and lumpy mattress.

“Hi,” he says as he comes to a stop near the bed. My eyes flick down to that small towel and I feel my still-hard dick press against the sheets.

“Hey.”

“I, um, well, I don’t have any other pajamas and I don’t have any boxers I can spare. So, do you think it’s fine if I sleep naked?”

I blink up at him, my heart thrumming loudly. “Fuck. Yes. Get in here before you freeze.”

He shivers as I say that and then drops the towel. I see it all, the muscles in his thighs, his heavy balls, the thickness of his cock. And all the pure, un-inked skin. I want to press my body against it and look at the differences between him and me.

He scoots over to me and I pull the blankets back, exposing mynaked dick to him. He stutters and stalls, his cheeks flaming as he takes me in.

“I’m naked too. It’ll keep us warm.”

He nods and then slides in, his skin on mine, the two of us completely bare and pressed together.

And I like it. A lot.

I’m so fucking horny for this guy.

Fucking Christian.

He wiggles until he’s pressed up against me and then I can’t help myself. I’m thirsty for it, hungry. For him. I tilt his head up and kiss him slowly, my tongue sliding into his mouth. He moans and shifts further onto me, our hips grinding into each other.

“You going to come again?” I ask as my lips trail from his mouth to his neck. He groans in response and then manages a smallnobefore kissing me roughly.

My lips are sore, my skin abraded from the stubble on his cheeks, but fuck, I’m hornier than I’ve ever been. And it seems he is, too. I want more. I want to do everything with him.

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