Page 25 of Snowed In with her Mountain Men
His hands slid forward and upward, cupping my breasts. I didn’t resist as they continued their journey, gliding across my two supple globes. The callouses of his big palms dragged against my nipples, eliciting a shocked — but not unwelcome — gasp of surprise.
“Tell me to stop, I’ll stop,” he growled, directly into my ear. “Tell me to go back to my side of the shower, and that’s what I’ll do.”
I couldn’t speak — my breath was caught in my throat. His hot body was practically wrapped around me, now. The feelings of comfort and security were indescribable.
“You’re not stopping me, are you?” he murmured into my ear.
His hands slid downward again. Somewhere, in the back of my mind, I had the presence to slide them back up.
“That’s because you don’twantto stop me.”
Ryder took one of my hands in his, then twisted it behind my back. Fuck, that turned me on. When he pushed my palm flat against his rippled stomach, my knees buckled.
OhmyGod.
I focused on the feel of him, how hard he was, how strong and lean and utterly perfect. His abs were rigid, like steel. I could sense the strength of those muscles just beneath the skin.
“I love these tan lines,” he exhaled, dragging a slow finger upward, along my hip. I shivered as he let it trail downward, tracing my bikini line. “We don’t get much of these up here.”
As good as his touch felt, my hand was doing some exploration of its own. It wandered downward of its own volition, past the sculpted ‘V’ of his hips and toward the inevitable bulge that lay between his athletic thighs. Ryder took this as the green light I hoped he would. His hands slid back to my hips and then around, drifting slowly, inexorably downward…
I let out a hiss of pleasure as the tip of his middle finger thumped past my clit. With tantalizing slowness it continued parting my folds, pressing ever deeper into my heat, my essence. At the same time, his molten hot mouth closed over one side of my neck.
MMMMmmmm…
I arched my back, desperately reaching behind for him with one hand. A moment later, my fingers were sifting through a wet tangle of dirty blond hair…
BANG BANG BANG!
We leapt apart, our bodies violently disentangling so quickly, I almost collided with the wall.
“YO!” Jaxon called from the other side of the bathroom door. “Wrap it up, already, I need to get to work!”
I reached out to steady myself against the tile. My heart was pounding so fast I could barely even think straight.
“Hey…”
A hand closed over my wrist, and I was pulled into a pair of incredibly strong arms. Ryder held me fast as he kissed medeeply, rolling his tongue against mine. It was so hot, kissing beneath the spray. Eyes closed, hands wandering over each other’s faces, I whimpered into his mouth…
When he cupped my ass and squeezed hard, my eyes flew open. Ryder chuckled, then slapped my rump playfully.
“Raincheck,” he winked, then spun from the shower.
I let the word rattle around in my wandering mind. I was still dazed, still dreamy, still reeling from the kiss. So much so, that I barely even noticed as Ryder wrapped himself in a towel, opened the door, and slipped back into the hallway.
Damn.
He left me standing there, all alone, dripping in more ways than one. My frustration might’ve been total, if not for the open-ended promise Ryder made before ducking away.
I knew full well what a raincheck was.
I just didn’t want to wait for one.
~ 12 ~
CAMRYN
Downstairs, I felt like a brand new bitch. The fire was a pile of crackling orange embers, and roaring yellow flames. It filled the cabin with a welcoming warmth that soaked into my very bones, and the air lingered with the fragrant aroma of savory, delicious, tomato sauce.
