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“Which is your room?” he asked. His voice sounded husky with need.
“Top of the stairs, second left.”
He carried her there, then set her down on her feet and let her slide down his body so she knew just how much he wanted her.
He shrugged off his jacket and let it fall to the floor.
“Shouldn’t you hang—?” she began.
“I don’t care.” He kissed her—hard, hungry, as if he couldn’t get enough of her—and she stopped thinking.
He peeled off her wet sweater and gave her a slow, sexy smile. “Now that’s nice.” He traced the lacy edge of her bra with a fingertip, making her shiver; she desperately wanted to feel more of his skin against hers.
“My turn.” She unbuttoned his shirt and splayed her fingers against his chest. His pecs were hard and there was a sprinkle of dark hair, the friction against her fingers just enough to be sexy. “That’s nice, too.” She couldn’t help licking her lower lip. “Would I be right in thinking that you work out?”
“Every morning,” he admitted.
Her jeans were next, difficult to remove since they were soaked from the snow. His hands skimmed along her legs and Ellie could feel herself growing wet; she wanted him to touch her much more intimately.
His trousers were as soaked as her jeans; she peeled them down, noting how hard and muscular his thighs were. Delectable.
He undid her bra and cupped her breasts in both hands. “You’re lush,” he said softly. “Really lush.” He dropped to his knees before her and took one nipple into his mouth. She could feel a pulse beating hard between her legs. This man was incredibly sexy, and the fact that he seemed to know exactly how and where she liked being touched…
She slid her hands into his hair, sighing.
He kissed the underside of her breasts, then moved lower, nuzzling her midriff and making her tip her head back and push her pelvis toward him.
He stroked her thighs and she widened her stance, giving a sigh of pleasure as he cupped his palm over her sex. Then a shiver of pure need slid down her spine as he pushed the material of her panties aside and slid one finger along her sex. Her clitoris throbbed as he touched her, his fingertip skating lightly across her skin, teasing her and making her want more.
Ellie closed her eyes, concentrating on the way he was making her feel.
“Mitch, please,” she whispered, her words almost a hiss of pure pleasure.
He pushed one finger inside her and kept the base of his thumb against her clitoris, the pressure of his touch echoing the pressure building inside her.
She was quivering with tension and need. If he didn’t make love with her right this very second, she’d implode.
As if he knew exactly what she was thinking, he lifted her up, pushed the duvet aside, and lay her down against the pillows. He kept his gaze fixed on hers as he encouraged her to lift her hips so he could peel down her knickers; those gorgeous slate-blue eyes had gone dark with desire, and she felt suddenly shy.
She was almost naked. In front of an almost-stranger.
“What’s the matter?” he asked softly.
“I’m…” She gestured to he
r nakedness. “And you’re…”
He gave her another one of those slow, sexy smiles. “That’s easy to fix.” He stripped off his last items, then knelt between her thighs.
She shivered. She wanted this, and yet at the same time it scared her stupid.
As if her doubts were written all over her face, he said softly, “We can stop if you’re not comfortable.”
“No. I want to. I just… haven’t done this in a while,” she admitted.
“Uh-huh. And we hardly know each other. If it wasn’t for the snow, we wouldn’t be here together.”
She was relieved that he understood. “Exactly.”
