Page 11 of Snowy Secrets

He smiles, a slow, satisfied grin that makes my knees weak. "Told you it was the best way to end a night."

We continue our stroll, hand in hand, the silence between us decidedly full. We find a hidden bench tucked away in a secludedcorner of the park, the city lights a twinkling backdrop. He pulls me onto his lap, my back against his chest, his arms wrapped around me like a warm embrace.

I rest my head against his shoulder, the steady beat of his heart thudding on my skin. "This has been…" I search for the right words, "unexpected."

"But in a good way?" he asks, his voice a low rumble against my ear.

I tilt my head up to meet his gaze, the moonlight illuminating his features. "In the best way."

We share another kiss, slower and deeper than the first. His hands move to my hair, gently untangling the pins that hold it in place. My hair cascades down my back.

He buries his face in my neck, inhaling my scent. "You smell like wildflowers," he murmurs, his voice husky with desire.

"And you smell like danger," I reply, my heart fluttering unreasonably.

He pulls back, his eyes searching mine. "Is that a problem?"

I shake my head, my fingers tracing the lines of his face. "Not at all."

Raw, electric chemistry fills the space between us. I can't deny the pull I feel toward him, the desire to unravel the layers of who he is.

My apartment is only a few blocks away, and I'm not ready for this night to end. Once we reach the gate, I nod at him. "This is me."

He stops in front of my building, his hand cupping my cheek. "I should go," he says, his voice a reluctant whisper.

I reach up, my fingers brushing his lips. "Or you could stay," I suggest, my voice barely above a breath.

A slow smile spreads across his face, complimenting the unmistakable hint of triumph in his eyes. "Is that an invitation, Freya?"

I pull him closer, our bodies pressed together. "It's whatever you want it to be."

He doesn't need another invitation.

5

WYATT

The feel of this woman against me has my entire being buzzing. It's like she's taped a live wire against my soul, and I've come alive. I lift her off her feet, and she wraps her legs around me without any hesitation. Nuzzling under her ear, taking in her wildflower scent, I want it to mix with mine.

"What floor?"

Her knees squeeze my waist, her chin lifting as I nip at the column of her throat. I can barely think through my need for her, but I start moving, taking the few steps up to the front door.

"Second."

It's locked, and I turn for her to punch in a code.

"No being a stalker and peeking," she teases, one hand tight around my neck as the lock pulls free.

I take the stairs two at a time as she directs me to the third door, and I can't wait for her to brandish her key. Snatching up her mouth, I devour her, and the way she matches my energy has me surrendering to the way the world focuses on her slight moans and whimpers. My hips roll against hers, pushing her back into the sturdy wood.

Her teeth find my bottom lip, her breathing hard and fast. "If you don't let me open that door, we're going to be taken to jail for indecent exposure."

My laughter hits me unbidden, and I reluctantly drop her to her feet. She turns within the barrier of my arms, her body against mine as she pops the door open. I lift and spin her inside, closing the door behind us, flipping the lock, and winking down at her in the dark shadows of the room.

Her fingers run up my chest, and the way Freya's body slides along mine is slow and deliberate, drawing me in. I need her laid out, naked, for me to devour completely. The mere thought of burying my face between her thighs and feasting on her pussy turns my cock into stone.

She grabs at my shaft over my jeans, and I groan.

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