Page 46 of Snowed In with Four Firemen
She hesitates for just a second, her eyes flicking from my hand to my face. Then, without breaking eye contact, she leans forward and wraps her lips around my fingers, slowly sucking the batter off. I feel a bolt of heat shoot through me, watching as she takes her time, deliberate, her eyes never leaving mine.
Sweet Jesus.
Her tongue brushes against my skin, and I swear my pulse quickens.
“Good?” I ask, my voice coming out lower than I intended.
She pulls back slowly, her lips barely grazing my fingertips, and gives a small, satisfied hum. “Very.”
My heart pounds harder than it should.
“You’re dangerous, you know that?”
“Am I?” she retorts.
“Mm-hmm.” I nod, stepping just a little closer.I’m so turned on right now.
Emily dips her finger into the batter again, this time holding it just out of my reach.
“Think you’ve earned another taste, Tanner?”
I step closer, eyeing her finger and that sweet dollop of batter like it’s a prize. “Oh, I definitely have,” I murmur, leaning in, but just before I reach her, she pulls her hand back, laughing softly.
“Not so fast,” she announces, swiping the batter across my cheek instead.
I freeze for a second, feeling the cool smear on my skin, then I grin, narrowing my eyes at her. “Oh, you’re gonna pay for that.”
Before she can react, I swipe some batter from the bowl and dab it on her nose. She gasps. “Tanner!”
But I’m not done. I grab more batter and smear it lightly along her jawline, tracing the curve of her neck.
“Ugh,” she says. “You’ve had it now!”
She dips her fingers back into the bowl, and instead of flicking the batter at me again, she smears it across my collarbone, her touch deliberate.
“Payback,” she whispers, her voice suddenly husky.
I glance down at the batter now marking my skin, then slowly reach up, wiping some off with my fingers. But instead of licking it off, I press my finger to her lips. “You started this,” I murmur, “now finish it.”
Her breath hitches, but she doesn’t hesitate. She parts her lips and takes my finger into her mouth, sucking the batter off.
I don’t even think before I lean in and swipe more batter, this time running it along her collarbone. “Missed a spot,” I say, my voice low and rough.
She bites her lip, then smirks, pulling me closer as she dips her fingers into the batter again, this time smearing it across my lips. “You too,” she says.
I don’t wait. I close the distance between us and kiss her, licking the batter from her lips as our mouths meet. The kiss is slow, tasting of sweetness and heat, and I can feel her soft gasp against my mouth as her hands slide up my arms. In turn, I grab her tits, letting them fill my hands.
I break the kiss just enough to catch my breath, then trail my lips down her neck, licking the batter I left there earlier. She tilts her head back, giving me more access as a soft moan escapes her, and I take my time, savoring the taste of both her and the sweetness on her skin.
I lift Emily onto the counter, her legs wrapping around me as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. I can’t help but grin as she smears more batter across my cheek.
“You’re going to regret that,” I murmur, leaning in and kissing her.
As we kiss, I take a handful of the batter and smear it along her neck, watching her eyes widen.
She laughs breathlessly, taking her own handful and spreading it across my chest in retaliation. “You’re a mess, you know that?”
“Am I?” I reply, my voice low as I slide my hands down her sides, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath the sticky mess we’ve made. “Feels like you’re right here in it with me.”
