Page 11 of Winter's Kiss

As I stepped inside, and he closed the door, my eyes lowered to his manhood. My body reacted with the mere sight of it, of him in all his glory. I imagined how he felt, how he would stretch me to fit every inch. How well he would surely work himself inside me. My body grew hot, wetness trickled from between my thighs at the mere thoughts. I brought my gaze up to him, a pleading expression plastered across my face.

“Is it time?” He chuckled at my question and moved closer to me.

His right hand slid along the side of my neck, he lowered it to a slight bend, and our lips were brought together in a soft kiss. That morning, we didn’t make love. He never touched me as he had the night before. Instead, we stood in one another’s arms, locked in soft, tender kisses. It was perfect.

After we showered, Rowland fixed me a breakfast, one I had been more accustomed to, coffee and toast. The snow had stopped outside, and the wind looked calm. I couldn’t deny I hated the idea of him going out in his day-to-day, even me going back to the main house. I just wanted to stay here with him, alone. What better way to get to know one another, I told myself.

“What are the plans today?” I asked while I sat at the small table, Rowland across from me eating his slice of bacon. “I mean, do you have plans?” I quickly corrected as he looked up at me.

“Yeah.” He replied with a nod. “I have to clear some paths here,” he paused as he took a drink of his coffee. “Wouldn’t hurt to travel into town as well. Check on things, maybe do some cleaning of the streets.” Just as I had thought, he would be gone all day. Who knew when the next time I would see him, spend time alone with him?

“You think the storm has passed?” I asked with a glance down at my coffee cup.

“I think we will get one more downpour, then should be out of it. Should be able to get to your car the day after tomorrow, at the very least the next.”

The idea of that happening before I could get to know him, be with him in every conceivable way, saddened my heart. I knew it was stupid to think that way, feel that way, but how could I ignore it? He had a pull over me.

“That’s great,” I added with a lower of my cup. The room fell silent until he chuckled.

“Well, since it’s going to probably snow one more time. I suppose I could put off everything until tomorrow.” Happiness filled me with his compromise. I looked up at him with a wide smile on my lips.

“Really?” He nodded his head. “You sure?” With a push and standing from his chair, he leaned over toward me.

“I’m sure we could find something to do here for the day.” With a smirk, he turned from me and made his way back into the kitchen area. I sat with this girlie smile plastered on my face. I glanced in his direction and watched him rinse out his mug before I stood up with a rapid movement.

I needed to know more about him, everything about him I could, but there was one thing I needed to know the most before another moment between us passed. Rowland had a spell over me, offered me something I had never had before and that made him dangerous. I placed my hand on his arm and spun him around. His mouth curved into a cocky grin right before me.

I slid my hands along his waist and stepped closer to him. “Do I need to worry about a blonde storming through the door anytime soon?”

His grin faded with my question. He took a step, followed by another, my own backward until I felt the table.

“No need to worry.” He gave his answer, and yet I couldn’t help but wonder what it meant. I wanted more clarification, yet my train of thoughts quickly derailed with the glide of his hands around my waist.

He lifted me to the table and moved between my thighs with a crooked grin. His hands moved up the material of my shirt, cupped under my breast, his mouth a rough press against the slope of my neck. I parted my lips to speak, but only a soft moan moved from my lips.

Had I been so starved from experience I allowed him to cloud my judgment? The very possibility of feeling something new, an adventure, caused me to overlook the questions I needed to be answered. Perhaps this was what he did? Could that have been what his parents attempted to warn me about? I could hear the warnings in my mind, but my body screamed something different.

He broke his kiss just enough to pull my shirt over my head. He reached behind his head and pulled his free of his torso. Once more, in the presence of his perfection, all questions faded away. I just wanted to feel him, experience anything he wanted to give me. I ran my palms up his bare chest and over his shoulder as he gripped at my ass, pulled me tight against him, and lifted me from the table.

Was this it? Would I finally get to feel him? Have him?

Our gazes connected while he carried me to the couch, with a quick turn he sat, my body straddled over him. He ran his hands up the smooth skin of my back, my body erupted in goosebumps. I moved my fingers through his hair with the realization in that position; I held more power than him. Had he given me the chance to take what I wanted?

With a roll of my hips, I ground down against him, sour he wore jeans and prevented me from feeling the full bulge that hid beneath the denim material. He slid his fingers down the hem of my bottoms, my hips a rolled motion against him while my lips moved against his neck. I was different with him; someone I never knew I could be. He woke something up in me, something adventurous.

I brought my body upright, our lustful gazes connected while I ran my hands down his bare torso. I stopped at the top of his jeans and paused briefly before I undid the button. I expected him to tell me to stop with the lowering of the zipper, yet he remained silent. That sultry stare locked onto me. With a slight lift of my hips, I pushed my hand under his boxer briefs until his width filled my palm.

With a slow stroke, my stare remained locked with his. I had no idea what would happen between Rowland and me. No clear answer, as if he was in a relationship with the blonde, but in a matter of minutes, he had managed to erase all worry in both matters. I wanted to experience him, every part he would give me. I knew we had been brought together, no matter the reason.

He let a soft groan move from his lips and, like my favorite song, it was music to my ears. His head fell back against the couch, and another grunt with the twist of my wrist around his massive cock. Could this be the moment? I pulled my hand from him and stood from him with my grip remained on his jeans. I smiled at him; his hips lifted and as I prepared to pull what clothing he had on, his front door flew open.

“Son, I thought…” I screamed and lowered down to the couch; with a hard yank, I grabbed the blanket that had been tossed over the arm. Rowland fixed his jeans with a rapid lift from the couch, Theo with a quick spin just inside the door.

“Damn, dad.” Rowland moved around the couch toward his father.

“I’m sorry son, I didn’t know you had company.” Theo’s voice was shaky, his head remained turned from the room. I wanted to die while I sat there topless.

“Let’s talk outside.” Rowland snatched up his shirt from the floor and pulled it over his head with a quick step outside behind his father. I waited until I heard the door close before I dashed to my shirt. My body leaned as I tried to hear what they said.

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