Page 9 of Snowed In With the Grump
"No, no, no," she protested, trying to pull me back. "It can wait."
"It’s fifteen degrees outside. It really can’t."
She flopped back against the pillows with a groan. "You’re killing me."
"Join the club." I adjusted myself in my pants, grateful for the darkness. "Stay here. Stay warm. I’ll be right back."
"Promise?"
The vulnerability in her voice hit me straight in the chest. "Promise."
I forced myself to leave before I could change my mind. The generator needed fixing. And we needed to cool off before this went too far... or too fast.
But as I stepped out into the bitter cold, all I could think about was the taste of her, the sound of her moans, the way she melted under my hands.
And for the first time in years, I wondered if maybe letting someone in wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.
I shuddered as the wind cut through my shirt...
Or maybe it was the heat still burning in my veins.
I absently grabbed my throbbing cock through my pants, aching for release. But that would have to wait.
I had to fix this fucking generator.
Then I could get back inside...
And finally get my own fix.
5
Lucy
My panties were wet again, but not because of the weather. I was hot for the mountain man with only one name... so hot I was sure I could smell my own desire, thick and heady in the air like steam rising from skin.
I rubbed my pussy through the soft cotton between my thighs, feeling the slick heat building there, then circled my clit with two fingers. The ache for release was a pulsing need. But I couldn’t come on his bed like this... not without him in it.
But God, I needed some relief. This was torture.
The generator hummed back to life fifteen minutes later, and I breathed out a shaky sigh... part relief, part frustration...but Griffin didn’t return.
I waited, still tingling from our encounter, until I couldn’t take it anymore.
I found him in the living room, crouched in front of the fireplace, stoking the flames. His hair was still dusted with snow, his profile lit by the golden glow. Solid. Silent. Hotter than the flames of the fire.
"You promised you'd come back," I said softly.
He didn’t turn around. "Needed to think."
"And what did you think about?" I moved closer, close enough to feel the heat coming off his body... not just from the fire.
"That this is a bad idea,” he muttered.
"Why?" I asked.
He finally faced me, his eyes dark and intense. “Because I don’t do casual, Lucy. And you’re leaving as soon as the storm clears.”
"Who said anything about casual?" I stepped into his space. “Maybe I like it here. Maybe I like you.”
