Snow Angel (The Hope Falls Chronicles) (23 page)

Moving his hands beneath the water, he spread his fingers across her supple thighs, sliding his hands up her slick skin and gripping her hips tightly. Breaking their kiss, he moved his lips to her jawline, showering kisses across then down below her ear to the sweet spot he’d seen earlier.

She wrapped her arms around his neck as soft moaning sounds came from her mouth. Pressing his lips

to the erogenous area below her ear, he sucked in slightly to gauge her sensitivity. Her hips immediately

bucked towards him and he smiled against her dewy skin.

He once again brushed a kiss across the area, this time, instead of just sucking, he added his tongue,

licking in slow circles while continuing to suckle her into his mouth. Then he pulled her skin between his

teeth and nipped lightly before beginning the entire process again.

“Oh…that’s…” she panted as her hips rocked against his hard shaft with increasing pressure. “That’s so

good.”

Controlling the speed at which her hips moved was the only hope he had at not coming in his shorts. So

he adjusted his grip, reaching around and grasping the flesh of her rounded cheeks. As he fanned out his

fingers and then pulled them back, he squeezed her firm backside slowly before releasing it and repeating.

Her movements slowed, but instead of it easing the pressure building inside of him, the deliberate,

seductive thrusts of her hips only intensified it.

He needed more of her. He needed to see more. Feel more.

Leaning back, Eric moved his hands up her torso in the warm water, stopping right below her breasts.

Lily looked down and her eyes following his fingers as he traced the edge of her swimsuit. She trailed

her hands down his shoulders, over his biceps. Stopping at his forearms, she wrapped her fingers tightly

around him.

Pressing his fingers beneath the wet fabric, he worked his way under her bikini top until her heavy

breasts filled his hands and her nipples rubbed against his palms. Closing his eyes, he just let himself feel her. Memorizing the weight, the softness of her skin, the firmness of her extended nubs.

Then, opening his eyes through a heavy-lidded stare, he watched as he hooked his thumbs beneath the

bottom of her bathing suit top and lifted his hands, revealing the most spectacularly amazing breasts he’d

ever seen.

“God, you’re perfect,” he said, moving his hands to her waist, taking a moment to just appreciate the

slope of her creamy mounds, the darkened circles of her small areolas, the beaded knots at the tips of her

breasts.

As he sat perfectly still, his eyes fixed on her mounds, she lifted her hands and began untying her top.

“Don’t.” The command came out more harshly than he’d meant it to.

Immediately she stilled, and her large golden-brown eyes stared at him as her breaths came in short

pants.

He began rubbing his thumbs over her hip bone as his fingers wrapped around her lower back, holding

her securely in place as the water moved around them. “I like you like this,” he said, staring at her bare

chest beneath her bunched-up swimsuit. “You look exposed. Sexy.”

She bit her lip and her hips started rocking again as he continued speaking.

“Do you like me seeing you like this?” he asked, his voice smoky with desire.

“Yes,” she said as she once again slipped her hands around his neck.

“Good,” he said as his mouth covered her nipple and his tongue laved across it.

Arching her back, she pushed more of her mound into his mouth, and he licked and sucked her until

she was shaking. Moving from one to the other, he continued his open-mouthed ruthless and demanding

attention on her breasts, filling his mouth with her flesh as he moved his tongue in brazen strokes across

her taught nipple.

Sensing she was close to the edge as her thighs quivered against him, he slipped one hand beneath the

material covering her center and rubbed up and down her feminine folds.

His own body was screaming with pent-up desire, but he knew he didn’t want to rush this. He wanted

to touch her. Taste her. Feel her.

“Please,” she pleaded, begging for release.

Adjusting his position slightly, he slipped his thick finger into her tight opening.

“Yes,” she panted. “Yes!”

His balls tightened with need as he worked his finger into her snug passage. He was only able to get up

to his knuckle before her body clamped down around him in protest. Moving his thumb to the top of her

lush sex, he found her pleasure center and began tracing lightly around it.

He continued teasing her nub her until her body relaxed and he was able to move his finger farther

inside of her. Then he pulled it out and went in farther the next time. Over and over, he pushed into her

swollen flesh then out, increasing the speed each time. Slowly building her climax.

Lily kept repeating his name with cries of passion as he brought her to the heights of ecstasy. Just as he

felt her inner muscles milking him, her hands began shaking wildly on his shoulders. Knowing she was

almost there, he moved his thumb, gliding it across her clit.

Tremors radiated through Lily’s body as she held on to Eric’s arms while she rode out her shuddering

orgasm. Then, finally, she collapsed against his chest after one last quake convulsed through her.

Slowly removing his finger from inside of her, he rubbed her back up and down as she laid her head

against his chest while her breathing returned to normal. She might be sated, but he was far from it.

He’d been walking around with a hard-on since they’d danced at the wedding. He wanted to be inside

of her. Now.

“Are you ready to go in?” He could hear the need straining his voice.

“Yes,” she said as she nodded her head sleepily against him.

“Thank God,” he said, quickly placing his arms under her as he lifted her up and carried her out of the

water.

She laughed and snuggled up to him, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck.

As he grabbed both of their robes and covered her so she would stay as warm as possible on the path

back to his house, he thought that this might not be exactly what he’d wanted out of their relationship, but he sure as hell was going to make the most of it.

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Lily shivered as Eric lowered her down on the soft, gray comforter that covered his massive king-sized bed. Mentally she pushed down the niggling of guilt that had sprouted when big brown puppy-dog eyes

—
literally
puppy-dog eyes! —had stared up at her to intervene when Eric had just shut the bedroom door, leaving Shadow on the other side.

Lily did take a small bit of comfort in the fact that she had voiced a tiny smidge of protest that came in

the form of a “Hey!” just as the door clicked closed. Eric had ignored her objection, remaining intent, on his mission. Honestly, if she weren’t so excited to see where his intentions would take them on said mission,

she might have rallied more on Shadow’s behalf. But she was. Very excited.

Standing and wrapping the large robes he’d haphazardly tossed over her body tightly around her, he

looked down into her eyes. For a moment, she got the feeling that he was going to say something important.

Monumental even. Goose bumps broke out on her skin as she held her breath.

Then, without saying a word, he turned and stalked across the bedroom.

Okay, so the moment’s over I guess.

She lifted her head and propped herself up on her elbows. Her gaze fell on Eric’s strong back as he

crouched down in front of a small fireplace, stacking wood one on top of the other, building a fire.

A real fire! In a fireplace! In his bedroom!

Lily didn’t think normal people had those. She had just assumed bedroom fireplaces were for people

featured on Lauren and Ben’s show Home Sweet Vacation Home. But obviously she’d been wrong.

Within a minute, he had a fire roaring to life. She took in a deep breath, savoring the smell of the

burning wood. Eric turned and with sure steps unhurriedly strode back to the foot of the bed.

His large frame stood in front of her as the light of the flames danced off his olive-toned skin. He was

wearing only swim trunks that rode low on his sculpted hip bones. Lily thought she must be dreaming. This

entire night had to be a fantasy. Things like this didn’t happen.

The hot tub. The hot guy. The hot orgasm. The hot fire.

“All we need now is champagne and strawberries,” she teased.

Eric nodded and turned to leave as if he was just going to go whip that up.

“I’m kidding,” she quickly said. For two reasons. One, she was kidding and two, she
really
didn’t want him to leave, even for the few minutes it would take to retrieve said items.

He returned to his post at the end of the bed, his expression hard for her to read.

“Do you really just
have
champagne and strawberries on hand?” she asked. She had assumed that was

just something she’d seen people do in the movies. She didn’t think people in real life kept those things on hand.

“Yes, I do. Do you want some?” Eric asked as if champagne and strawberries were as common as

peanut butter and jelly.

Wow, maybe he really is E-love
.

“No, I’m okay.”

He continued staring at her, feet shoulder-width apart, hands hanging loosely behind his back. His gaze

was focused and the energy between them was palpable. She couldn’t be sure but it seemed like he was

waiting on something.

Trying to move this along, she was just about to ask if everything was all right when he said, “Are you

warm yet?”

The question was so far from what she had been expecting that it took her by surprise. She didn’t

answer for a moment. But after doing a quick bodily temperature assessment, she replied, “Yeah, actually I

am.”

His jaw clenched briefly. “Take off the robe.”

His words once again surprised her. This time she didn’t need to take a moment though. Her hand

automatically moved to the terrycloth material, pushing it off of her body. She felt the air hit her bare chest, and her nipples tightened at the slight chill. She still wore her bathing suit, although the top was still pushed up, exposing her breasts.

After she’d uncovered herself, she looked up to into Eric’s eyes and saw they were dark with desire. A

shiver of pleasure ran through her from his brooding expression.

“Are you going to join me?” she asked, patting the bed beside her.

He nodded but didn’t move.

“Untie your bathing suit top,” he rasped.

Her heart sped at his directions. She’d never before experienced someone taking this kind of control in

the bedroom. She liked it. A whole lot.

Reaching behind her neck and back, she made quick work of loosening and untying the wet strings.

When they were both freed, she tossed the garment to the side of the bed.

“Now take off the bottoms,” he said, his voice deeper, lower than she’d ever heard it.

Uh-uh, mister. Two can play at this game.

“You first,” she challenged, staring directly into his cobalt blue eyes.

His eyes narrowed as the corners of his mouth twitched. Then, without breaking eye contact, he untied

his dark grey swim trunks and pulled them down in one swift movement. Her eyes fell to his huge erection

jutting out from his body.

She’d known that it was large from all the times she’d basically dry humped him, but that knowledge

had not prepared her for what she was seeing before her. Not only was it long, its girth was considerable.

Even in proportion to his six-foot-four frame, it seemed impressive.

“Your turn,” he prompted. “Take them off.”

While she did as he’d said, her hands shook with anticipation. She’d never had that happen before.

Normally her hands only shook right before she came or if she was scared. Taking a cue from Eric, she

kept her eyes trained on his as she slowly slid her black bikini bottoms down her legs.

Tossing them to the side, she scooted back and lay back against his pillow.

Her heart was racing like it thought it was at the Indy Grand Prix, and her entire body was trembling in

anticipation. She had no idea how Eric stood so calm and contained and she could not quit shaking.

She did notice that his chest was rising and falling at a much faster pace than normal. His eyes had a

sensual intensity that she’d not seen before. And then of course there was the massive hard-on he was

sporting—it was hard to miss! But even aside from those few indicators, she would have had no idea if he were affected by what they were doing.

“You are so insanely beautiful.” The tone in his voice made her even more excited.

As much as she appreciated the whole slow seduction thing, and even though she’d just had an

earthshaking orgasm out in the spa, she
really
wanted Eric inside of her. Now.

Running her hands up and over her breasts and down her body, she stopped at her hip bones then

slowly dipped her hands to her inner thighs where she spread her legs open in invitation. She hoped he’d

take the hint and move this along.

His nostrils flared as he sucked in a breath. In seconds, he’d pulled a condom from his nightstand and

sheathed himself. Now he was hovering above her, his manhood positioned at her core.

Thank God!

“Hi,” she smiled up at him as she spread her legs farther apart.

“Hi,” he answered as he gazed down at her. Slipping his hand between them, he ran his fingers down

the damp heat of her sex, his fingertips massaging her the taut skin at her slick opening, causing white-hot bursts of pleasure all over her body.