Page 21 of Snow More Secrets

He took up all the space with his dominating presence, filled the air with his delicious scent, and his body was even sexier.

Why? Why did he have to be so tempting?

My breath got caught in my throat when he came to stand toe-to-toe with me.

“You’re so very wrong, baby,” he said in a low tone. “We got married, then spent two days consummating it. You are my wife. Even if I’d been willing to sign the damn papers, you had no grounds for an annulment.”

“Then why did you ask for divorce papers?” I huffed, slapping at his hands when he tried to unzip my coat again. “Would you stop that?”

“No,” he snapped. “You need to get out of these wet clothes before you get sick.”

“I can undress myself!”

“Yes, but then you would be distracted when I’m talking. Also, I haven’t touched you in a year, Hannah. Unless you want me to rip your pants and fuck you against this wall, I’m going to try to remain calm by undressing you.”

My mouth opened and closed like a fish while I absorbed his threat. I honestly wasn’t sure which option I was hoping for.

“Now, be still like a good little wife and listen to me.”

My eyes narrowed, but his scowl kept me from speaking.

“Good girl. First, I didn’t then, nor do I now, have any intention of divorcing you. If you’d taken my fucking call when you left Vegas, you would have known that before spending a year making us both miserable.” He opened my coat and pushed it off my shoulders as he talked. “I realize that things with us went at lightning speed, and choosing to spend your life with someone you met hours before seems like a rash decision.”

I cleared my throat, preparing to agree. And because it had gone bone-dry when his fingers brushed the skin of my stomach as he grasped the hem of my shirt.

“I don’t believe I asked for your input, baby,” Jake grunted, gazing at me.

My lips pressed together, and I glared daggers. But he either didn’t notice or didn’t care.

“Before I met you, that’s exactly how I would have looked at it.” He leaned over and flipped the levers on the shower, turning on the spray before refocusing on me. “But life has a way of fucking with you.” He slowly pulled my sweater over my head and tossed it away. My pulse skyrocketed as his heated eyes roamed hungrily over my breasts. They bounced a little from my panting breaths, and the lace of my bra scraped over my taut nipples.

A twinge of disappointment hit me when he didn’t touch them, but it got lost in a haze of desire as his fingers dipped into the waistband of my wool leggings.

“I can’t say I knew from the moment we met I wanted you to be mine, but it sure as fuck didn’t take long. Waking up with you in my arms was the best Christmas present I’ve ever received.”

He dropped to his knees, grabbed one of my feet, and removed my boot before doing the same thing with the other. “And I knew I wanted to try to make it work.”

Jake looked up at me, his blue orbs dark with desire, and I repressed the need to touch him. I told myself to stop him. There were so many reasons this wouldn’t work. But I’d missed his touch more than I realized, and I was powerless to do more than stand there and watch.

His fingers hooked into my pants, and he slowly drew them down my legs, then tapped my foot, watching me expectantly. I raised my foot, and he removed the clothing, tapped the other, and did the same.

The room was filling with steam, but I was already burning hot as I stood there in nothing but my bra and panties. Jake stood, never taking his eyes off me. Everywhere he looked, my skin felt scorched. When they finally locked on my face, I sucked in a fast breath seconds before his mouth crashed down on mine.

Eleven

JAKE

Hannah moaned, and the world disappeared, taking me back to Vegas when we were in our little bubble. The outside world fell away, and what was left was my hunger for my wife.

My mouth devoured hers, feasting on the meal I’d been craving for a fucking year. Without breaking the kiss, I shed my coat and toed off my socks, then I palmed her ass and boosted her up so she’d put her legs around my waist. The fabric of my snow pants rustled, and I silently cursed. There were too many fucking layers between my cock and her hot little pussy.

Pressing her back against the wall, I kept one hand beneath her while I used my other to work my pants and underwear down my legs, then used my feet to get them the rest of the way off.

Using my hips as leverage to keep her steady, I tore my lips from hers and quickly whipped off my thermal shirt before sealing our mouths together again. My tongue tangled with hers, reveling in the velvet feel and sweet taste.

Finally, I dragged my lips away, kissing a path down her neck to the valley between her breasts. Damn, she had amazing tits. They weren’t big, but they were round and ripe and fit into my hands perfectly. Hoisting her up a little more, I licked a path to one nipple and sucked it through the lace.

“Jake,” she moaned.

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