Page 57 of Snowed In with Four Firemen
I gasp against his mouth as his hands roam, one sliding up my back, the other squeezing my ass firmly, possessively. The sensation of his fingers digging into my skin makes me dizzy, and my whole body reacts to him, craving him.
He kisses me harder, more urgently, like he’s been waiting for this as long as I have, and I can’t stop the way my body arches into him, pressing myself against his firm chest. His touch is everywhere—my waist, my back, the curve of my ass.
His touch is familiar, but there’s also a rush of something new and exciting.
“Jace,” I whisper his name between kisses, my hands sliding up his chest, feeling the strength of him beneath his shirt. He’s so solid, so real, and right now, all I want is to lose myself in him.
Jace’s hands slide up my back as we continue kissing, his lips hot against mine, but when I start to shiver uncontrollably, he pulls back. “You’re freezing,” he says, his voice low, full of concern.
“What are you doing?” I ask, watching him, my breath still uneven.
He smirks, his fingers dialing reception. “I’m gonna do something about it. Let me get the bathtub filled up for you.”
Jace strides over to the bathroom and turns the tap, but after a few seconds, he frowns, realizing nothing but cold water is coming through. He tries again, muttering under his breath. “Damn—hot water’s out.”
Before I can protest, he’s already talking to the staff, asking them to draw a hot bath.
Mortification floods me. “Jace! It’s okay. I’ll be fine.”
He chuckles, brushing a hand over my cheek. “Relax, Emily. This place is a luxury lodge. Hailey picked it for a reason. They’ve got backups for everything, even with the storm.”
I blink at him, unsure if I should believe him. But the warmth in his voice and the way he’s so sure of himself makes me reluctantly agree. He pulls the bedsheets back over me and then wraps me in one of the thick blankets, his hands brushing my shoulders gently as he tucks me in.
“Just wait a minute,” he says, kissing me on the forehead quickly before standing up.
Three hotel employees show up sooner than I expect, carrying buckets of steaming water and fresh towels. My face burns with embarrassment as they work, filling the tub in the bathroom. Was this how Cleopatra felt?
Jace stands near the door, keeping an eye on things like this is all perfectly normal, but I can’t help sinking deeper into the blanket, wishing I could disappear.
When they finally leave, the bath ready, Jace turns to me, grinning. “Alright, princess, your bath is ready.”
I roll my eyes at him.
“I can’t believe you did that.”
He just shrugs, walking over to the bed and holding out his hand. “Come on. You’ll feel better.”
I hesitate for a second, but the thought of sinking into hot water is too tempting. I take his hand, and he leads me into the bathroom. The huge tub is full, jets on, steam rising up, and the room is already warm.
I sink into the steaming water, feeling the warmth seep into my skin, relaxing muscles I didn’t even realize were tense. The heat envelops me, but something else makes me feel even hotter—Jace.
He’s standing by the door, leaning against the frame, his eyes glued to me. A hunger in his gaze makes my pulse quicken, even though he’s not touching me.
I can’t take it anymore. “Get in,” I finally say.
“You sure about that?”
I nod, biting my lip as I meet his eyes. There’s no hesitation in him as he steps forward, reaching for the hem of his shirt. My breath catches as I watch him pull it over his head, revealing the firm lines of his chest, the muscles shifting under his skin.
He kicks off his boots and starts undoing his belt, and I feel the heat rising in me again. This time, it has nothing to do with the bath. His pants drop to the floor, and he stands there for a moment in just his boxers, watching me with that same intense look.
My mouth goes dry as he hooks his thumbs into the waistband and pulls them down slowly, teasing me.
Finally, he’s standing there completely naked—his hard cock twitching as I watch it. It’s as veiny and big as I remember. I swallow hard as he draws closer, and his cock seems to rise impossibly as if reaching for me.
His eyes never leave mine, and he climbs into the tub, the water splashing gently as he settles in behind me.
The heat of his body against mine, even in the already hot water, is overwhelming. I can feel every inch of him pressed against me, his arms sliding around my waist, pulling me back against his chest. My skin tingles where he touches me, and I lean into him, closing my eyes for a moment, letting myself just feel him.
