Page 33 of Snowbound
“You know I can use a knife too,” I say, lifting my chin.
He raises a brow, slightly amused.
“We used to go fishing,” I reply carefully. I don’t say my ex’s name… not in front of Owen. Not in front of anyone. He doesn’t deserve it.
“I had to learn how to gut and clean them too.” I shudder. My god, what I did for that loser…
“God,” Owen mutters, crossing his arms over that godlike chest of his. “I thought you feckin’ hated fishing.”
“Ido,” I say, scrunching my nose.
His grin is huge and proud. The lights are still out, and the wind howls again—quieter now, softer.
And I like it.
Ilikebeing snowed in here.
With Owen.
No notifications. No buzzing.
No distractions from my work.
The world outside is a frozen dream, with the scent of cinnamon in the air, and the only light in the cabin from the glowing fireplace. Moonlight glints on the snow outside.
But in here—it’s warm.
He climbs back onto the couch beside me, and his arm wraps around my shoulders.
I melt into him. It’s warm and comfortable… and my eyes begin to close.
“Alright, to bed with you,” he murmurs, bending to lift me. And I let him. My hands go around his sturdy neck, my legs nestled in his arms. I savor every second of this.
I’m already dozing by the time my head hits the pillow.
I fall asleep with his chest pressed to my cheek.
And I sleep like the dead.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Emma
When I wake,Owen’sbetween my legs.
“Owen,”I hiss, my cheeks flaming hot.
Oh my god.
My hips rise before I’m even fully conscious.
His mouth iseverywhere, and his tongue is relentless.
My knees are over his shoulders, his beard rough against the inside of my thighs.
My pussy is spread wide for him—his tongue fucking me slow, then fast, then slow again until I’m clawing at the sheets, grasping for something to hold on to.
“You taste like mine,” he growls into my skin. His voice is muffled, low and deadly.
