Page 20 of When It Snows

I nip her earlobe. “If you don’t wake up, I can’t explore all over your curves with my hands and my mouth.”

Her body stills before she rolls over to face me. Thanks to the morning light streaming through the window, I can make out her features.

“What did you say?” She shakes her head. “Never mind. I’m obviously still sleeping. Pinch me. Oh, wait. I need to pinch myself. Ouch.”

I kiss her hand where she pinched herself. “You’re not sleeping.”

“But I am. Only in my dreams doestheWeston Milton promise to fulfill all of my fantasies.”

I didn’t say I’d fulfill all her fantasies but I’m on board with the plan. “What fantasies?”

Her cheeks darken. “Forget I said anything.”

I pinch her chin. “There’s no way I’m forgetting Scarlett Harris discussing fantasies with me.”

“This is a dream. You’re supposed to follow my orders in my dream.”

I kiss her nose. “This isn’t a dream.”

She bites her bottom lip. “I’m really in bed with you?”

“Don’t you remember falling asleep in my arms?”

“I didn’t expect to wake up to you wanting to touch me while your flag is saluting me.”

“My flag?” I chuckle. “You mean this?” I punch my hips and my hard cock brushes her stomach. Her breath hitches.

“Do you want me, Scarlett? Because I want you. I want to touch every single inch of your skin. I want to taste your mouth, your breasts, your pussy. I want to brand your skin with my touch.”

I trail a finger across her lips. “What do you want, Scarlett? Say no and I won’t mention this again.”

“What if I say yes?” she breathes out.

“We’ll play out every fantasy you’ve ever had, and I’ll make you come so hard you see mermaids.”

She giggles. “Not stars?”

“This is Smuggler’s Hideaway.” I palm her neck and lean forward to rest my forehead on hers. “What do you say, Scarlett?”

She nibbles on her bottom lip as she stares into my eyes. I can’t wait to witness those light green eyes blind with passion. I lock down my muscles. No touching until she says yes.

“Okay.”

“Yes?”

She nods. “Yes.”

“You won’t regret it,” I murmur before I meld my lips to hers. Her pouty lips are as soft as I imagined. I lick her bottom lip. “Let me in, Scarlett.”

She opens her mouth with a sigh and I thrust my tongue inside. I moan when her flavor hits me. She tastes spicy with a touch of the forbidden. I’ve always enjoyed the forbidden.

I explore every inch of her mouth until she’s squirming and moaning. Until her fingers are digging into my shoulders. Her fingernails making half-moon imprints on my skin.

Only then do I roll her onto her back and loom over her. At the feel of her soft body under mine, I groan. I normally go for skinny women with big tits but Scarlett’s different. Every single thing about her is different.

I end our kiss to trail my tongue along her jaw to her ear. “How are you doing, da—”

I cut myself before I say darling. Darling is the name I use for my conquests. Scarlett isn’t a conquest. I don’t quite know what she is yet. But conquest feels wrong.

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