Page 93 of Mine For The Winter

He slid his tongue against hers and she let out the softest of moans. She had to steady herself, hold him tighter, closer. Close enough to feel the effect this kiss was having on him.

His mouth was moving slowly against hers, making her skin heat and crackle with electricity. His fingers moved up, into her hair, as she pushed herself against his body.

Sliding one hand down her side, he curved it over the swell of her behind, digging his fingers into the back of her thigh. Then he was hitching it up, around his waist, and she could feel him there. Thick and hard.

“Kris.”

“Still okay?” he asked her.

“More than okay. I need you.”

His other hand slid down her side, pulling her up against him. Then she was clinging onto him like a monkey as he carried her the three short strides to his bed.

They were a frenzy of kisses and fingers, taking each others clothes off. His Henley first, her sweater next. His eyes darkened as he took in her bra, her breasts, the way her mouth was already swollen from kissing him.

When was the last time anybody looked at her like this? Like she was some kind of goddess made just for him? She liked it. No, shelovedit.

Loved the way his fingers felt as he traced her bra.

“Please.”

He nodded, his mouth unsmiling, as he reached behind her and unfastened her bra. Then he dipped his head, his lips pulling at her nipple, and oh god, she wasn’t ready for every nerve ending to feel like it was on fire.

“Kris…”

“What do you need?” He looked up from his adoration of her breasts, his expression serious.

“I need you. Inside me. I just…”

“You just what?” There was the ghost of a smile on his face. He traced his finger around her breast, making her arch her back.

“It’s been a while.”

He kissed her temple, her cheek, the corner of her lip. “How long?”

She felt the fear again. Then remembered that she shouldn’t. She was brave, she was strong. This felt right. “Since Lyle left.”

“All that time?” He frowned. “Kel…”

“And you?” She needed to know.

“A while. At least a year.”

She waited to feel a pang in her chest at knowing he was so much more experienced than she was. But it wasn’t there. Because she was brave.

And he was here with her now. That’s what mattered.

“Any time you want to stop, you tell me.”

“I don’t want to stop. Not at all.” She reached up for him, a smile playing at her lips. “Now shut up and kiss me.”

He didn’t need telling twice. He kissed her again, this time with intent. His fingers unbuttoned her jeans, and she wriggled to help him slide them down her legs. And then his jeans were gone, too.

Two thin pieces of fabric separated them, and as he smiled at her she could feel just how hard he was. She rolled her hips against him and he groaned. She liked that she had that effect on him.

His eyes caught hers, and butterflies exploded in her stomach. He gave her that soft, half smile that she loved so much and kissed her again, before trailing his lips down her throat.

This time when he pulled her nipple into his mouth she arched her back and let out a cry. He sucked again, his fingers feathering down her stomach, tracing the line of her panties before he slid his hand beneath the fabric.

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