Page 94 of Snowed In

“Positive.” I was already kicking off my bottoms. “If you think about it, it’s a safety issue.”

A slow smirk spread over his face. “Oh, really? Do tell.”

“We need to survive this cold night,” I said, now shucking off my top. “And body heat is vital to that.”

“That’s true.” Owen reached over his shoulder to grab his shirt. With one movement, he pulled it off and chucked it to the side. “Can’t have us getting frostbite.”

“Exactly,” I said as he too kicked off his bottoms. As soon as he was naked, he opened his arms for me to snuggle back against him. His warmth seemed to sink through my skin down all the way to my bones. “How would I make coffee then?”

“There would be riots,” Owen whispered huskily, trailing his fingers along the nodules of my spine. “The people of Wales deserve their caffeine.”

“They do. Therefore it’s probably best if we raise our body temperatures through any means possible.”

Owen nodded solemnly. “For the greater good.”

I rolled away to grab lube and a condom from my bedside table. Just the few seconds it took me had my teeth chattering. “Fuck, it really is cold. I think my dick might have shrivelled up and dropped off.”

Owen’s laugh boomed around the room. “Can’t have that. Here, let me see if I can warm it back up.”

That was all the warning he gave me before sliding under the duvet. The next thing I knew, wet warmth was surrounding my cock. “Oh, yes. Owen!”

He hummed contentedly as he sucked me deep. His tongue pushed against the underside of my shaft, sending zaps of electricity surging through me.

Both of my hands went under the covers, searching him out. The need to touch him, to reassure myself that this was actually happening, was impossible to ignore. I rested my hands against his hair, not steering or pushing him, just feeling him.

Within a few minutes, cold was the furthest from what I was experiencing. Sweat was dripping from me, my whole body aflame under Owen’s ministrations. Tingling started at the bottom of my spine and I gasped. “Owen, stop.”

He pulled off straight away. The duvet lifted, and I looked down to see concerned brown eyes peering back at me. “You okay?”

“Too close,” I said. “I don’t want to come like that, not tonight. I need you in me, Owen.”

His eyes darkened. “Fuck, yes. I want that too.”

Sliding back up the bed, he picked up the lube and settled next to me. I rolled onto my side so that I was facing him. He lifted my leg up until it rested over his waist. “Here. Let’s do it like this so you can stay under the duvet.”

“Thank you.”

“It’s not very romantic,” he said wryly, opening the lube and pouring some onto his hand. “But I don’t need you freezing.”

“Actually I think it’s very romantic,” I said softly. “I don’t think I’ve been with anyone who’s taken my comfort into such consideration before.”

“You’ve been sleeping with the wrong men, Rory.”

I bit my lip. “Maybe I’ll just have to keep sleeping with you.”

Chapter Eight

Owen

Rory’s eyes widened. “Shit, forget I said that. We don’t know each other that well, and who knows what you’re expecting, and?—”

I cut him off by pressing my lips to his. When he turned pliant in my arms, I let him go with a final peck. “I’m expecting lots of dates, Rory. This isn’t a one-night-only thing, not for me. Is it for you?”

“No,” he breathed. “I want all the dates.”

“Good.” I pulled his leg higher on my waist, opening him up to me. “Because I plan on being the only person you sleep with for a very long time.”

He cupped my face, kissing me as my fingers slowly worked him open. In the past, I’d found it difficult to kiss someone and prep at the same time, but everything with Rory just felt easy. Right. Like we should’ve been doing this for months.

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