Page 26 of SnowBound

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ANDERSON

Abby’s gaze darkened as it swept the length of me and stopped on my mouth. Was she thinking about kissing me as much as I wanted to kiss her too? Because right now, it had become almost impossible to resist stealing a taste of her. When her fingers were all over me, even my organs quivered under her touch. If I didn’t fear I read her wrong and she would push me away, I would’ve claimed her mouth. My body had become as tense as a bowstring since she started dancing on that chair earlier. I should have never dared her to do it because now I couldn’t erase the images from my brain.

Abby wheeled me forward, and I couldn’t decide if I was relieved she wasn’t nestled in my arms anymore or annoyed by it.

How did this night become an expression of pure torture?

Before I could get my act together and chase away the images infiltrating every corner of my mind, Abby halted, turned around to face me, and clasped her hands together. Her demeanor had changed. Gone was the lust in her eyes and back was her cheerful predicament. “Aaandy, I forgot I’m the one calling the next challenge. Are you ready?”

Oh yeah, that. How did I forget about her Santa’s challenge? I grimaced and braced myself for the words about to leave her lips. Red lips. Luscious red lips. The ones I wanted wrapped around me.

Cut it out, Andy. You need to stop dreaming about them.

I rubbed the skin of my nape, waiting for the sword to fall.

No doubt I had raised the bar when I asked her to dance earlier. To that song. Half of me hated myself for choosing something that was loaded with so much sexual tension. Every man in there had watched her swaying those hips. She was a spank bank dream, standing up there, lost in her own world, looking innocent and sinful all at once, her gaze aimed at me as if she could read my filthy thoughts. I could tell the ones that filled these men’s stupid brains. Because they filled mine too.

The rest of me—the lower part of my body—did dig the show. A bit too much. For once, I was glad to be glued to that chair or else I wouldn’t have been able to hide the effect Abby had on me.

“What’s wrong?” she asked. “Andy, are you okay? You look like you ate a sour grape.”

I shook my head to erase the thoughts and images of her that were fucking with my mind. “Yeah. Sure. Just waiting to know what I’m up against this time.”

She giggled. And my body hardened. I loved and hated how it reacted so instinctively to her happiness. And that sound, that fucking clear and cheerful sound, affected every string of my composure.

“Aaandy, be patient. I need time. To come up with the perfect dare. A girl requires a moment to get in the mood sometimes. This is one of those. I’ll tell you when I’m ready, don’t worry. And it will be gooood. So good you’ll ask for more. A lot more. I never disappoint. One taste and you’ll get addicted. You’ll be blown away by my performance...well, not performance, but my daring talents.” Why was she using that voice? Low and husky that I could only define as her sex voice. And I hoped I wasn’t mistaken because whoa… It pulsed through me in agonizing waves I reveled in. And her words. Gosh, had she said them on purpose? She had to have. Why else would she make it sound like she was about to go to town on me?

Heat crawled up my spine. Every bit of me tensed with desire I could barely contain. No one should be allowed to use that tone in a non-sexual context. Yeah, it should be voted as a law.

Now I couldn’t look away from her mouth as if it could only spill dirty promises.

All along, I’d pictured Abby wrong. She was the devil. A pretty she-devil, but still as evil. My own hell. And my biggest temptation.

I exhaled, trying to keep my composure and prevent my body from displaying every thought invading my head.

“Still waiting.” I coughed, trying to relax my throat. And every part of me.

“Chill out, Andy, and I’ll show you just how good it’ll be.” She bit her forefinger between her teeth, as if to think, but it sent brand-new filthy images to the sex center of my brain instead. “Do you trust me?” That suggestive tone again. Her lips formed a pout. She gave me puppy dog eyes.

I was suffocating inside. With my hands handcuffed with a scrunchie, I intertwined my fingers and pressed my palms together, my knuckles turning white. “Jesus, girl,” I muttered through gritted teeth. My dick hardened in my pants. I shifted in my seat, but with my hands tied, easing the tension in my crotch couldn’t be done subtly. Desperate for Abby to stop using that voice, I changed the subject. “You sure there are candy apples here? You promised me one. Haven’t seen any.”

“Mm-hmm. I swear.” She grabbed two pairs of elf slippers as we passed a little shop and handed me one. “Wear these.”

“No.” I wished I could fold my arms over my chest to show her my refusal. “Not wearing those.”

“Yes, you will.”

“Is that my challenge?” I asked.

She shrugged. “Nah. Just a little Christmas bonus for not moving earlier. The candy apples will taste better if we look the part.”

She kneeled in front of me, her hands on my thighs, and I almost died at the sight. Her soft touch, the heat from her palms transferring to me, her gorgeous face between my knees. It was a temptation I wasn’t prepared for.

Fuck. This, right here, was the challenge. Resisting her. Not reacting to her closeness. Staying still when all I craved was to pull her up to me and kiss her senseless. This was insane. My dick throbbed. I swallowed hard. My body temperature rose to a feverish pitch.

Abby grinned at me as she removed my boots and slipped my feet into those silly shoes.