Page 34 of Snowbound with the Santas

What does this look like to her?

I’ve been trying so hard to make her feel safe and at ease. To make sure she knew there was no threat here with us, and that she is safe as her own person. Two minutes of close contact, and my cock rises like a fucking flag for her and I can barely keep my thoughts coherent.

The last thing I want is for Rayne to lose that growing trust or to think I only want one thing from her. Being in the mountains alone with strangers must be scary for her, and now my body reacts with little thought to just how much it might affect her.

And then, she presses back into me and my heart skips a beat.

I can’t think.

It must be a mistake.

This sleeping bag has us snug together like meat trapped in a sausage casing, and we need to be close for warmth. There’s no way she’s wriggling like that with any intention other than getting warm.

I tell myself that over and over as her hips roll back against me and she shifts in my arms.

“I’m so sorry,” I murmur again, screwing up my eyes and fighting to focus on something else. The chill of cold against my exposed ear, the crackle of the fire and the rustle of the trees beyond the ridge as the wind picks up.

I try to think of things in my past like the bullies I’ve faced or how exhausted my muscles feel to will away the arousal I know she can feel, but nothing works.

Rayne is intoxicating. I barely know her and yet in such a short time, she’s made me laugh. So much warmth pours off her, and she has the sweetest smile I think I’ve ever seen. Herwarmth touches everything, and I haven’t been able to get her out of my head since the first time I tended to her wounds.

But there’s a line here I don’t want to cross.

If I could roll over, I would, but there’s no space. Instead, I reach for the zipper and slide it up further to bring the hood over our heads and lock us into the sleeping bag, protected from the cold.

The moment my hand returns to her waist, Rayne lets out a soft, trembling breath.

“Frankie…” She whispers so low that I think I’m imagining it until she repeats my name. Her slender fingers grasp my wrist, and she starts guiding my hand up her torso. I don’t fight it. I can’t.

Maybe I’m weak. Maybe giving in will ruin everything, but my body already screams out for her and the last thing I want to do is scare her. I’m expecting her to guide my hand away from her, to somehow switch our positions so we’re back to back and there’s no awkwardness.

Instead, she slides my hand up to the large swell of her breast then places her hand on top of mine. Rayne squeezes gently, encouraging my hand to follow the motion over her breast, and my cock jumps against her ass.

“Rayne.” My voice is just a breath ghosting over her ear, and my lips travel across the outer shell. “I didn’t mean?—”

“Hush.” She shushes me immediately.

Does she… want this?

My mind stumbles over itself, locked in a panic that my natural reaction might have offended her while struggling to accept her actions. Does she want this?

There’s no way.

There’s absolutely no way someone like her would be interested in anything with someone like me, and yet the hints are undeniable now.

My abdomen clenches painfully and my cock throbs, trapped between the warmth of my pelvis and the firm curve of her ass. Her hips continue to roll backward, and she flexes her hand over my knuckles, encouraging me to grab and massage her breast.

“Are you sure?” I whisper, clinging to those last strands of restraint that hold me at bay.

“Yes,” comes her whisper, severing those strands.

I press my face down into her neck and breathe in the sweet, citrus scent that lingers in her hair. Heat pours from her body. Her nipple stiffens under the firm massage of my palm, and when her hips next shift back, my cock aches.

Fuck. I want to feel her. I want to taste her. I want to slide so deep inside her that we become one and the night lasts forever.

She’s a fantasy that dropped right into my lap, and if she wants me, then I’d be foolish to pass that up.

In the constraint of the sleeping bag, there’s scarcely any space to move. I slide my hand down her hot body to the silken hem of her panties. Then I reach between us. There are a few seconds of shifting and I grunt softly when I grasp my cock, free it from my boxers, and maneuver it between her hot thighs.

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