Page 33 of Snow in Texas

Her hands slid into his hair when he suckled her. She began a slow, rhythmic undulation beneath him, keeping time with the pull of his mouth. “Mmm,” she murmured, and he swore he heard her lick her lips.

He moved lower, trailing his lips down her belly. He found a little line of pale pink he hadn’t been expecting, almost like a scar…

“Colin.” Her voice was husky.

He lifted his head, glanced up her gorgeous torso, past her breasts and shiny-slick nipples to her face, her low-lidded eyes.

“You’re gonna have to stop dicking around,” she said, “and find a condom already.”

He didn’t known whether he wanted to laugh, or come. So he said, “Right,” and climbed off the bed to retrieve one from his wallet.

A quick fumbling to do the deed. And then it was back to the bed, climbing over Jenny, settling between her legs. Her thighs tightened on his hips. Her hand closed over him – he hissed; he hoped he’d be able to last as long as she needed him to – and she guided him. Urged him with a look, her lower lip caught between her teeth. Pulled his head down to hers with her other hand clamped tight to the back of his head.

He might have gone slow, tried to be gentle. But with her whole body, she said,Come inside me. And so he did. He took her mouth, fiercely, and drove the whole considerable length of his cock home.

It was too much. He knew it at once. That happened all the time, cocky chicks saying they wanted it all…when in truth, they couldn’t handle it.

Jenny tensed, hand spasming against the back of his head, the other clutching hard at his hip. She gasped into his mouth.

Colin lifted his head. “Shit, I’m sorry.” His own breathing was ragged, every muscle painfully tight with the strain of waiting. “I shoulda known. This happens a lot.”

Jenny stared up at him, eyes hazy with pain…but wide and wondrous, too. “I’m just out of habit,” she whispered. She pulled in a deep breath, another. “Oh God, you’rebig.”

It took every ounce of restraint not to jackhammer into her when she said that. He gritted his teeth. “Do you want me to–”

Her legs tightened around him, her nails dug into his hip. She was drawing him in, pulling him back down again. “Oh…” A lifting of her spine, liftinginto him. “Christ, I want you tofuck me.”

So he did. Gently, at first, still worried he was hurting her. But she murmured encouragements, urged him on with her hips, clawed at his back and arms.

He braced up on one arm for better leverage, saw the tension in her face, her brows knotted together. She closed her eyes tight and turned her face into his bicep, mouth opening against his skin, panting as her nails dug deep grooves into the small of his back. She was chasing it desperately.

So he gave it to her.

It went feral, and he lost track of everything save the tangling of their bodies. He heard her ragged, unmistakably real cry when she came. And he joined her a moment later, every dark corner of his mind shattering as the wave overtook him.

He might have blacked out.

Awareness reclaimed him as his heartbeat began to slow. He at least wasn’t crushing Jenny; he lay on his side next to her, wet and clammy with sweat, breathing like a racehorse. The lamplit room regained its uninspiring shape.

Jenny lay on her back, a hand pressed to her heart, eyes trained on the ceiling.

“You alright?” he asked. His voice was thick.

Her head turned toward him. Her skin glowed with perspiration, and her eyes, though drowsy, radiated a supreme satisfaction that sent pride surging through him.

She smiled, slowly, almost dreamily. “Can I trouble you for a Round Two in a little while?”

The pride doubled, more potent than any drug in his bloodstream. "Baby, if you spend the night, you can have Round Three.”

Her brows jumped, smile turning cheeky. “Ambitious?”

“Capable.”

She rolled toward him and snuggled in close, hands settling on his chest. “You know I’m gonna make you prove that, right?” Something soft and girlish bloomed in her gaze, as her eyes flicked up to his. A tender vulnerability she probably thought she was hiding with flirtation.

Colin slid an arm around her waist and pulled her flush against him, their sticky skin gluing together. “Yeah. And I’m looking forward to it.”

Fifteen

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