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The smile drops right off his face. “Shit. Really? RIV—” He steps closer, giving me the opening I need. I grab at his knee and yank, pulling him down just like I saw him do to Cole last night. He lands on top of me, our limbs all tangled together. “Motherfucker.”
“Sorry,” I giggle. “It was too tempting.”
He tuts. “Babe, if you wanted to get under me, you could’ve just asked.” He settles himself more comfortably on top of me. I push at him, but he just makes himself even heavier, pinning me to the ground. He bends so close his curls brush my face. Little forks of electricity flicker in my belly. My eyes trace over his twinkling green eyes, cataloguing the tiny starburst of freckles under his eyebrow, the faded scar on his cheekbone.
“Do you surrender?” He practically purrs.
“Never,” I whisper.
“Reaaally,” he draws the word out.
I can’t breathe right. His chest is pressing against mine; I can feel the solid muscle crushing my breasts. My stomach flips over and over as his eyes drop to my mouth.
I want to kiss him, I realise. I want to kiss him so badly my lips ache. I want a bit of his sunny happiness for myself. His lashes lower, and he dips his head until our lips are almost brushing. I let my eyes fall shut, tilting my mouth up to his, and a low, appreciative rumble rattles through him. He bends lower, his lips barely grazing mine—
I reach out, grab a handful of snow, and stuff it down the neck of his jumper.
He chokes and shudders as it slides down his chest. “Oh,fuck—”
“Never!” I announce again, grinning.
He scowls at me and twists to scoop up his own handful. I cringe, expecting a faceful of snow. Instead, he just gets a tiny pinch between his fingers. My heart stutters as he leans forward, his eyes are very intent on my face, and touches the freezing crystals to my lips. I whimper at the freezing sensation. A breath knocks through his body at the sound, all of his muscles tensing. His hand spreads over my neck, tilting my jaw up.
“Let me get that,” he rasps.
I nod, letting my eyes flutter shut as he finally kisses me.
It’s a tiny kiss, as if he’s sipping the snow right back off my lips. The feeling of his hot mouth on my freezing skin is almost orgasmic. I sigh, gripping hard into his shoulders, and kiss him back, hard. He groans, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me into him.
Eli kisses exactly how I expected him to: playful and nipping and sweet. A thrill washes over me as he presses a tiny kiss to my bottom lip, then sucks it slowly into his mouth, his hands stroking me through all of my layers. He clearly knows what he’s doing. Sam always kissed me the exact same way, like he was following a routine; five seconds closed-mouthed, ten seconds frenching, rinse and repeat. Eli’s much more natural, moving on top of me, responding to every little twitch of my body and sigh that leaves my lips.
The scent of pine fills my senses as he nudges my lips open with his and slips his tongue against mine. My head spins. I grab a fistful of his sweater, and he makes a deep purr in the back of his throat. The sound rumbles through me, making my stomach flutter and my breasts ache. I shiver against him, tilting my head, pressing even closer into his chest. Our tongues stroke silkily together.
Without thinking, my hands drift to the hem of his sweater. I slip off my gloves and slide my fingers under the hem of his shirt, feeling his burning skin and hot, hard muscle. The snow at my back is freezing, seeping through my ski jacket; but the man on top of me is like a furnace, radiating heat, and I just want to cuddle up to him. I run my fingers across the ridges of his muscles, and heshuddersover me, letting loose a low moan right by my ear. His lips leave mine, trailing down my cheek and across to my throat. His curls tickle my skin as he starts pressing hot, sucking kisses down the side of my neck. I can feel wetness starting to pool between my legs, and arch as he hits a particularly sensitive spot.
Suddenly, he stills, then pulls back, ignoring the little whine I make when his lips leave my skin. He pushes some hair behind my ear. “Hey. It’s tingling.”
I open my eyes, blinking through the lust hazing my brain. “Huh?”
“It’sdefinitelytingling,” he says, staring intently at my neck. “Shit. That’s so fucking cute.”
“What’s tingling? Your dick?” I buck my hips, feeling the hardening bulge between his legs.
He grunts, grinding down on me in return, and my mouth falls open on a pant. “Nottingling. Tingeling.”He strokes a finger behind my ear, making me shiver, and I realise he’s brushing his fingertip over my tattoo. It’s a tiny fairy silhouette, about as long as my fingernail, tucked behind my ear.
“You mean Tinkerbell? I got her after I went to Disney a couple years back.”
“Tinkerbell. She’s called Tingeling in Swedish.” He tips his head, taking me in. “Hm. It’s fitting. You’re both about the same size.”
I narrow my eyes. “Not a massive fan of the height jokes,” I warn.
He grins impishly. “Aww. What are you gonna do? Kick me in the ankles?”
“Probably someplace higher. I think if I stretch, I canjustabout reach your balls.”
“Thank God. Imagine the tragedy, if you couldn’t reach my balls!” He nuzzles into my neck. “Baby, you’re shaking. You’re getting too cold. C’mon.” He kisses my tattoo. “Let’s get you warmed up.” He stands and takes my hand. The world tips in a blur of white as I’m pulled upright. He takes my hand, gathering both our shovels in the other, and we trail back to the house. My whole body is humming. My lips are tingling. I can feel heat coursing through my veins, lighting me up inside.
What the Hell was that? I peep up at the side of Eli’s handsome face as we stamp through the snow. What happens now? Do we just go inside and pretend it didn’t happen? Do we kiss again? I don’t think I’ve ever kissed a stranger outside of a nightclub before. I couldn’t help myself. It seemed so natural.
