Page 22 of Wintertime Heat (Holiday 1)

“Because you like them,” He replies, his eyes moving to my mouth, before meeting my gaze.

I grit my teeth, and my body takes a small step closer to his obvious delight, “I don’t like you.”

I feel his hands creep up to settle at the curve of my hip, a possessive hold, “I think you do.”

“Well, you think wrong, then.” I inform him, very aware of the way his eyes darkened.

My own pulse was skipping a beat, it was running so fast.

His voice was a rough murmur, “Well, let’s check that, shall we?”

Before I knew it, his other hand had pulled the pins from my up-do, and gripped my hair tightly, before smashing his mouth down on mine.

It wasn’t a gentle kiss by any terms.

It wasn’t tender.

There was nothing soft about it.

He stepped in and dominated my mouth.

I fought back.

I wasn’t going to let him win.

But, he walked me back into the wall, and the grip on my hair was almost punishing, as he plundered my mouth. His tongue probes at my lips and I am forced to give way, my mind so fogged with hot pleasure that I can no longer think straight.

He lowers his hands to cup my ass, and then suddenly, both his hands are on m

y ass as he lifts me up to put my legs around his waist.

His eyes are dark as they open momentarily, and they promise me both pain and pleasure, a combination I had not known I would want with such desperation.

His tongue explores every crevice of my mouth, sucking on my tongue, as I moan at all these sensations, feeling my panties grow wetter each time he sucks on my tongue. His mouth moves below, presses open-mouth kisses on my jaw, my neck, my collar bone. He sucks my neck harder when I moan, my eyes open, unseeing.

When he bites down on my collar bone, I let out a short cry, and he immediately covers my mouth with his again.

We both are breathing hard when he releases me, and as he lets me down, my body brushes against the evidence of his arousal and I swallow hard.

He uses his hand to lift my chin up to face him and his eyes search my face.

Whatever he found there, satisfied him, and he leans forward to whisper against my ear, his hot breath making me shiver, “I’m not done with you yet, Abby.”

He turns around to walk out, and I stumble into my seat, mind not functioning.

What the hell was that?

My fingers move to my swollen lips and my legs are clenched together.

I was still turned on.

I had had a total of two lovers. Both of them had been gentle in bed.

I stare at the door, my heart still beating so fast.

Steven Tanner didn’t seem like the type to be gentle in bed. Those gray eyes, when he had pulled my head back with a firm grip in my hair, had promised me exquisite pain and pleasure, and I felt myself craving that.

“No.” I stand up, my voice echoing in the empty classroom. “I’m not going to – I’m not going to do this.”

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