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"But you want his base to be stout enough to hold him up in stiff winds, especially on top of this hill."
Will laughed. "Okay. We'll make him a little bigger."
Once they had the base, they made the center, which went a little faster.
"How many snowmen have you built?" she asked.
"I don't know. A lot. Mostly in the front yard of our house or at friends' houses."
"Did you build them with your dad?"
"Yeah. A few times. With both my parents. And Ethan--that's my brother--and I would build snowmen together after the first snow of the year every year."
She could picture a young Will hanging out with his mom and dad or his little brother building a snowman in his front yard. It made her heart ache to think about how much fun that must have been.
She could never picture her father or her mother getting knee-deep in the snow with her. It just wasn't their thing.
Which didn't make them bad parents. They just weren't fun and playful.
Enough, Amber. Don't compare.
She went back to the task. They finished the middle. The head was the easiest. But then it occurred to Amber that their snowman would have no face.
"We have a faceless snowman," she said to Will.
"Oh, I took care of that when we were in the dining hall." He unzipped his parka and pulled out a carrot and several small dark round cookies that they used for his eyes, his smile and the buttons on his coat.
"Now he needs arms," Will said. He found some sticks on the ground and broke them into the appropriate sizes to use for his arms.
Amber surveyed their creation. "He's adorable."
"Kneel next to him, Amber. I'll get a picture."
She knelt next to the snowman, put her arm around him and pressed her lips to the side of his face.
Will laughed. "Cute. And now I'm jealous."
She got up and went over to Will, kissing the side of his face.
"Your lips are cold."
"Blame Snowman."
He pulled her against him and wrapped his arms around her. "Are you cold?"
"Getting there."
"We'll go inside in a minute. But first."
Will dropped them both to the ground. Amber laughed. "This isn't warming me up."
"Oh, come on. You have to make out in the snow. If you haven't built a snowman, I'll bet you haven't kissed in the snow."
She pressed her hand to his chest. "How do you know? I might have done this a hundred times."
He searched her face. "Have you?"
She laughed. "No."
He rolled her on top of him and cupped her neck, bringing her face to his for a kiss that warmed her more than being in front of a fire would have. She no longer felt the cold or the snow. Not with warm lips and a hot male body against her.
But then he lifted. "Ready to go?"
"If by 'ready to go,' you mean to your room or mine, then yes. I'm more than ready."
He grinned, got up and pulled her up as well.
"Turn around," she said. "You have snow all over you."
He did, and she brushed all the snow off his back. Of course, he had some on his butt, and it was no hardship to run her hands over his very fine ass and down his legs.
"You're lingering," he said.
"You noticed that, huh?"
"I did." He pivoted to face her. "Your turn."
She turned and he brushed the snow off her back, then bent and cupped her butt.
"I don't think there's snow there."
"There isn't. But you're not going to deny me the chance to touch your amazing ass."
She smiled. "No, but shouldn't we go somewhere to be alone before you do that?"
He peered over her shoulder. "Why? You grabbed my butt here on top of the hill."
"That's different."
"It is? How so."
"I--" She realized she had no answer. "Okay, my entire thought process is sexist, so I'm not even going to finish that statement."
He laughed. "Good." He cupped her butt and kissed her, a long, lingering kiss that made her forget all about their location, or who had grabbed whose butt. The only thing it made her think about was being alone with Will.
Naked and alone.
She clutched his coat with both hands. "We need to go. Now."
His lips curved. "Something you want?"
"Yes. You. Naked. Inside of me. Now."
"Then why the hell are we standing out in the cold on this hill?"
She offered up what she hoped was a sexy smile. "I don't know, Will. What are we doing out here?"
He took her hand and led her down the hill. She wasn't sure, but she thought maybe he had quickened his step as they made their way back to the village. When they got to the main quad, he turned to her.
"Your place or mine?"
"Lisa texted that she was leaving the village to eat with Blake and his parents. My guess is they'll be occupied. Let's go to mine. I'll be sure to text her and let her know you and I are going to be at our place, so she'll steer clear."
"Perfect."
They headed toward her building, and again he quickened his step.
"You in a hurry?" she asked.
As they stepped inside her building, he looked at her. "Already envisioning you naked."
She liked that he was as eager as she was. No doubt he'd had plenty of sex in his lifetime, but for Amber, this was all still new to her.
New and exciting and exhilarating and she wanted a lot more of it.
With Will.
So when they got to her apartment and she opened the door, she had already unzipped her parka and taken off her hat and gloves. Will had shrugged out of his and had taken off his hat. His hair stuck up in places. Hers probably did, too.
She didn't care. She took off her parka and dropped it on the table near the door. When Will drew her into his arms, she reached up to slide her hands into the thick softness of his hair.
Their lips met and it was like an explosion of all the pent-up passion that seemed to be constantly boiling inside of her, ready to erupt. She moaned against his mouth, and when his tongue slid across hers, everything in her body quivered in response. He reached across her rib cage and cupped her breast, teasing her nipple through her sweater.
She fought for breath as he lifted her sweater and palmed her skin. Just the contact of his hand on her bare flesh caused a sexual response, and he was only touching her stomach.
He lifted her sweater over her head, and when she searched his face, the passion she saw reflected in his eyes matched what she felt coursing through her veins. Need sparked within her, and she unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the floor. She reached for his hands, placing them on her breasts.
"Touch me."
He swept his fingers over her nipples, then bent to take one in his mouth. The brush of his hair across her breasts tickled, but also turned her on in ways she hadn't expected.
Everything was a new experience for her, something she never knew would be so exciting.
She pushed him to the sofa. He sat, and she straddled him, sliding against his erection. He gripped her hips to help her.
"Feel good?" he asked.
"I think I could come with all my clothes on." She laid her hands on his shoulders. "But I'd rather not. I want your cock inside of me."
"Then take your pants off."
She climbed off, shrugged out of her pants and underwear while Will undid his jeans. She went into the bedroom to grab a condom and came back. Will had undressed and sat on the chair, naked.
"I have to admit," she said, "that seeing you naked does things to me."
He drummed his fingers on the cushion of the sofa. "Yeah? What kinds of things?"
She straddled him again and unwrapped the condom, rolling it over his cock. "Things like making my nipples hard and my pussy soft and quivery and damp."
He traced her nipple with his finger. "Huh. It just so happens those are all my favorite things."
"That's
good to know. How about a woman who screams when she comes? Is that a favorite, too?"
He held onto her while she lifted, then settled on his cock. "Might be my number-one favorite thing."
She gasped out a breath as she seated herself fully on top of him, her pussy quivering as his cock swelled inside of her. "How about we make that happen then?"
He dragged her hips forward, then back again, raking her clit along his flesh. "I'll give it my best shot."
His best shot was damn good, because she could already feel the tension rising inside of her. The pleasure was intense, and in this position she had all the control.
She liked that sense of power, and used it to lean forward, to rub her breasts against his chest as he arched into her.
"Oh," was all she could manage to tell him he was hitting all the right spots. She held onto his shoulders and slid back and forth, giving them both what they needed.
"Fuck, yeah, that's good," he said.
He gripped her hips and dug his fingers into her flesh, which only heightened her sense of pleasure. And being able to see the look on his face, the passion in his expression every time he thrust into her, enhanced her pleasure in ways she hadn't expected.
Her breathing increased with every movement. Whirls of need rose within her, a steamy promise of the orgasm that hovered just beyond her reach. She dug her nails into Will's skin.
"That's it," he said. "I feel you tightening around me. Come on."
His voice was a balm in the wild maelstrom of the sensual storm that rocked around her. Sweat beaded between her breasts as she moved faster, seeking the climax she wanted so badly.
And when it hit, it rocked her with deep pulses that made her cry out. She looked at Will, his gaze riveted on hers as she let go.
