Page 71 of First Impressions of You

“You were thinking about something. I know you were. Tell me.” His husky, commanding voice doing nothing to assuage the ache between my legs. “What was it that made your heart speed up?” He replaces his thumb with a soft kiss on my pulse point. “I can feel how fast your heart is beating right now.” His skilled fingers glide the front zipper of my dress down, his knuckles hovering over the sensitive skin that isn’t covered by my lace bra. A little moan escapes my lips as he keeps sliding the zipper down, exposing my stomach. His eyes go hungry at the sight. “Tell me,” he commands, and I hear in his voice how he’s losing his battle with his control. “What did you imagine that made your nipples this hard?”

When his hand cups my breast, thumb rolling over my peaked nipple, I know I’m a goner.

“This,” I gasp. “I was thinking about this.”

“I need more words than that.” His lips trail down my neck. His fingers slipping the spaghetti strap of my dress off my shoulders, giving him all access to my bare skin. “Tell me what you want. Whatever it is, Sunshine, I’ll give it to you. Just tell me already because I’m dying here.”

My hand slides down his chest to the front of his jeans to check just how bad he’s dying, and—

Oh God.

My mouth waters as I palm him over his jeans. He’s big and hard, and he grunts when I rub him lightly.

“Don’t,” he reprimands me, holding my hand still. “It’s hard enough as it is,” he says.

“It’s hard, alright,” I tease. My laughter is cut with a gasp when Winter wraps an arm behind my back and flips us so I’m lying on my back again, and his body is on top of mine. He holds his weight in just one arm.

“Where did your laughter go?” He grinds me, the bulge in his jeans creating a wonderful friction between my thighs. “Weren’t you finding this funny, Sunshine?”

A soft moan escapes my lips as his hip presses against mine again. He pulls his arm from under me, circling both my wrists with his large hand and pinning them above my head.

“Don’t get me wrong,” he says punctuating every word with a kiss on my neck. “I love the sound of your laughter. There were so many moments I would’ve have done anything just to hear it and know I was the one making you laugh, but right now, there are other sounds I much rather hear coming from those lips.”

“You know,” I say, noticing how dark his eyes have gone, how he looks like he’s in the brink of losing the control he’s been trying so hard to hold onto. I enjoy the power I have over him. “This,” I say, nodding to the place where he’s holding my hands over my head, “this reminds me a lot of our chemistry tes—”

“Don’t remind me. That was fucking torture,” he growls and grinds his hips again. He lets go of my wrists and holds my face, forcing me to look into his eyes. “Having you pinned under me like that… Sunshine, I hate to say it, but I kind of wished you wouldn’t get cast.”

“Asshole,” I complain, fake-shoving him off me.

“Hands up,” he orders, his voice back to sounding sultry and commanding. He grabs both of my wrists and place them above my head again. “Don’t fucking move them.”

“Bossy.” I smirk at him.

His fingers trace down my arms in a whisper of a touch, leaving goosebumps in their wake. I need his hands to keep moving lower and lower. I need his touch more than I need air right now.

“Winter,” I gasp.

“What?” He continues to move his arm down, tracing the right side of my body. He stops at the band of underwear and tracks back over my belly up to my lace bra that’s doing nothing to cover my pebbled nipples.

“Please.” I’m not above begging right now. He strikes his thumb over the lace, and I arch my back at the touch. When I threaten to move my arms, he shakes his head, tsking with his tong and pinning me back with a stare. I stop, a frustrated breath leaving in a huff.

“Tell me,” he says, snaking his arm under my torso again. “What,” he continues, pulling me up. I keep my back arched for him. “You need.” He unclasps my bra with a flick of his wrist.

His hand never leaves my skin. He opens his palm on my back as if trying to cover the most space. When he slowly brings his hand to my front, he does so under the band of my now loose bra, reaching my breast and palming it as if it’s a valued prize.

“I need—” I try, but my breath catches when he lowers his mouth on my left breast, sucking on my nipple. His tongue circles the sensitive peak, tasting it like it’s his favorite dessert.

“Hm?” he asks, his mouth full of me. I feel the vibration on my skin, shaking me to my core. He sucks one more time, nips it, then leaves a kiss before he lets go. His eyes find mine. “You were saying?”

“Huh?” My brain is pudding. No thoughts. I’m a just a million nerve endings on overdrive.

“Stay with me, Sunshine,” he urges, leaving a trail of kisses from my chest to my mouth. His tongue sweeps over the seam of my lips, and I open for him, wrapping my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. He devours me with unforgiving passion, his mouth demanding the answers my brain refuses to articulate in words.

“I’m here,” I breathe. “I’m here,” I repeat, kissing his jaw line.

“What do you need?” The words vibrate on my pulse point as he licks my neck, biting it with tenderness.

“Touch me,” I beg. “I need you to touch me.”

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