Page 47 of Snow Bound

It was going to be an interesting two weeks.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Anna woke the next morning feeling rested, horny, and annoyed.

After Grant had dragged Henry outside for a long walk—a preemptive strike against midnight diarrhea, he explained—they’d settled into the living room to watch a movie. She’d let him pick, and found herself watching an old Clint Eastwood western. Since she found that about as interesting as paint drying, she’d worked on the cross stitch project she’d brought with her until she’d grown sleepy enough to doze.

She hadn’t heard the movie end or felt herself being gently lifted. But she’d stirred on the trip up the stairs.

Her eyelids fluttered open, and she stared up at Grant. “You’re carrying me.”

“I know. I’m taking you to bed.”

Blink. “Oh. Did I fall asleep?”

His dimples winked at her when he smiled. “Twenty minutes into the movie.”

She yawned and closed her eyes. “Clint Eastwood is boring.”

He chuckled quietly. “Noted.”

She fell silent then, snuggling a little closer. She buried her nose in the crook of his neck and inhaled, drawing in his scent.

“You okay?” he asked, the words little more than a rumble in his chest. Pressed against him as she was, she felt it in her own, and her nipples went tight.

She nodded, the movement making her nose rub against his neck, and more of that delicious scent wafted free. Smelling suddenly wasn’t enough, and she was too sleepy and befuddled to think about whether or not licking his neck was a good idea.

He jolted at the touch of her tongue, bobbling her in his arms. “Jesus, Anna. Don’t do that when I’m carrying you up the stairs.”

She let out a sleepy giggle. “Sorry,” she said and did it again. He tasted a little salty, a little musky. Delicious. “You taste good.”

His muttered curse made her laugh.

“Really good,” she decided, and took another lick. “I really wanted to suck your cock last night,” she told him, then scraped her teeth carefully along his skin. The hard shudder that moved through him was very satisfying. “I was disappointed when you wouldn’t let me.”

“Good to know.”

He sounded amused now, and she was starting to feel more awake. She wrapped one hand around the back of his neck for leverage and slid her tongue up his throat. “I could do it now,” she suggested and took a gentle nip at his jaw. “It’s no trouble.”

One second she was moving her mouth up towards his ear with the intent of nibbling there until he caved, the next she was falling. She shrieked, arms flailing, then let out a grunt when she landed hard on the bed.

She shoved her hair out of her face with a frown. “Hey.”

“Hey, yourself,” he replied. The look on his face was a combination of amusement, determination, and good old-fashioned lust.

“This really works better if I’m sitting or kneeling,” she told him, and reached out to hook a hand in his belt buckle. “But I can try it lying down.”

“Behave yourself,” he admonished, and peeled her fingers away from his belt.

“Why?” she asked with genuine confusion.

“Because I said so.” In a quick move that she was sure she would’ve anticipated better if she’d been more awake and less focused on his dick, he snagged her other hand and pinned them to the pillow on either side of her head. Then he was lying on top of her, pinning her down, and kissing her brains out.

She opened her mouth, greedy, and was rewarded with the silken slide of his tongue over hers. She kissed him back, curling her tongue around his and using her teeth to scrape at it when he pulled back. He growled and nipped her lip, bringing a sharp spike of pain that did nothing to cool her sudden need.

It rose inside her, lust with a savage edge, and she bit him back.

He jerked back with a curse, his face hard. His tongue flicked out to swipe at the tiny cut she’d given him, and his eyes flared when he tasted the sharp tang of blood. Then he laughed, dark and low, and shifted to capture both of her hands in one of his. His free hand buried itself in her hair and yanked, making her gasp as her head was dragged back to bare her throat.

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