Page 17 of Cold Snap
I put more space between us, or I try to. It’s kind of hard to do when your back is to the wall -literally. So, I give him what he wants.
“I was upset you didn’t know how old I was, especially when I had my eighteenth birthday party here. You brought the cake out.”
I wait for the memory to hit him or for him to tell me he’s brought tons of people's birthday cakes.
“Have you ever been addicted to something?”
My brows draw together in confusion. Where the hell is this going? What kind of question is that? And, yeah, I’ve been addicted to him from the moment I walked into his place and saw him standing behind the bar. For simplicity, I just shake my head.
“How old were you when we first saw one another?”
“Sixteen. Ish.”
“So, you were fifteen.” He laughs.
“I turned sixteen that year. What does that have to do with being addicted?”
“Why don’t you bring that mouth back over her, and I’ll teach you.”
Despite my better judgment, I let him take my mouth again, and this time when our tongues touch, it’s in a hot caress that promises more, so much more.
Chapter Thirteen
Landry
Iwant to tell her the reason I couldn’t pay attention to her, the reason I couldn’t get too close. I likened it to an addiction, and just like an addict, I realized I was going to have to stay away or else I would be buried in it. In her.
And I was right. The moment I have her up in my arms, I know, I’m not going to put her down. I’m not going to be able to tell myself to slow down or stop. The only thing that would make me stop now that I have her like this -in my home, in my arms- is her.
Our tongues meet and slide against one another, her hands holding the side of my face like she’s trying to hold me to her. I should have shaved before I went on my mad dash to find her. No wonder her brother thought I was a crazy person when I came to his door this morning. Maybe I am crazy because this is insane, what I am doing right now with her.
My mouth takes on a mind of its own, wanting nothing more than to taste and touch and leave kisses everywhere on her soft body. I trail my lips over her cheek and down to the column of her neck before going back up to find the spot right under her ear. She smells like fucking dark nights and sweet dreams all rolled into one, sweet and innocent but also deep and mysterious and sexy as fuck!
Oakley’s words float back to me about who I want there when she finally loses some of that innocence. The thought has my fingers curling into her soft hair. I like how it’s short and sassy, but long enough that I can really grab a hold of it too. I do so now so I can turn her head, allowing me more access to her neck. I have us moving without really even thinking about it. I need something flat to lay her on and show her the person who is going to be there for her…it’s me! It always has been, and it always will be.
I somehow make it to the bed without killing both of us and lay her on it. I don’t give her time to argue or ask questions. Instead, I take her mouth again, even as I’m pushing her shirt up.
“I cannot believe you left your brother’s house with no fucking bra on.” I’m still mad about it. But I’m starting to feel a little less mad as her big breasts pop free of the thin material.
She gasps and tries to reach down to cover herself, but I’m already on her. I’m already lying on top of her, kissing her mouth, her chin, her neck, her shoulders. Her hands come up to cup the back of my head instead of the soft mounds I am currently kissing my way to.
“Landry!”
My name is nothing but a gasped squeal as I kiss over the swell and take her hard nipple into my wet mouth. I suck and lave the tight bud before going to the other side and showing it some love. I roll the little pebble around on my tongue as her arms tighten around me and her legs come up on either side of my hips to wrap around me. Her back arches off the bed as she pushes more of herself at me. When I’m not getting acquaintedwith her pretty little berry colored nipples, I use my hand to play with the other one, plucking and rolling the firm nub in between my fingers.
“L…Land! What…?! Oh, wow!”
Oh, yeah! She likes her tits played with, and I have just found my new favorite hobby! I bet I can make her cum by just playing with her like this for hours and hours. Soft brushes, tight squeezes, long licks, I am giving it all to her and more.
I take her shirt all the way over her head and toss it on my floor. The best way to keep her from running around town in the damned thing is for it to be on my bedroom floor. Now, I have to work on making sure she never wears the fucking shorts out again.
I slide my hand down over her hip and give her ass a little squeeze before slipping it back up and into the band of her shorts. Her legs try to jerk shut, but I’m still between them, so all she does is hug up around me more. My mind knows it’s not because she’s trying to turn me on, but my body doesn’t care. All it cares about is the fact that we have Teresa under us, and she’s not wearing a top.
I kiss her to take her mind off what I’m about to do as I slowly edge the waistband of her shorts down over her hips. I can’t keep from pulling back just a little so I can look at all I’ve revealed. I don’t just yank the damned things off her. I go slow. Taking in the swell of her bare hips, the bare mound that’s smooth and hairless.
“Landry…”
I take her mouth again, even as I brush my fingers over the bare skin. A moan rises in my throat that rumbles up when I go a little lower and find her sweet pussy wet. And then….I’m blind to everything that isn’t Teresa. I push her shorts down so I can get my hands on her more definitively.
