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An easy laugh comes from my mouth, just as something smacks into my back.He’s caught up.More snowballs pepper my behind. Should I run? Or return fire?Decisions, decisions.
“Let’s fight him, Winnie,” I shout, and she stares up at me with her ice-blue eyes, cocking her head to the side. Reaching down, I gather the snow in my hands, molding it into the perfect ball before turning to whip it at Cole. But he’s much closer than I expect him to be. My eyes widen, my mouth parts and freezing snow catches me right in the face, startling me as I slip on something behind me.
My legs go out from under me and for a second I’m floating before the ground presses into my back and dampens my pants.
“Shit, Sloane, are you alright?” Cole asks, towering over me with an armful of snowballs.
“Never better,” I laugh, spreading out my arms and legs to make a snow angel. My joy is infectious and he tosses his head back, letting out a deep laugh that rolls over me, spreading warmth as it goes. His eyes twinkle with mirth, and I just want to kiss him. But when he reaches out a hand to help me up, I grab it, then tug with all my might.
The snowballs in his arms go flying everywhere and he lands beside me on the ground.
“Oomph, Sloane, what the hell,” he grumbles, but before he gets a chance to move, I clamor on top of him, straddling his broad chest. He stares up at me with curiosity and heat in his gaze, and I feel so alive. Alive with mischief.
Leaning forward, I press our chests together, bringing my mouth to hover right over his. Our breath twines together, merging white puffs in the cold air. I can feel his chest heaving between my spread thighs, sending warmth straight to my core, and I want to rub myself over him, use him to bring me pleasure. His glare is molten as we size each other up, and I can see the moment when his patience snaps.
Fisting the nape of my neck, he crashes our lips together, and we combust. He releases a feral growl that causes me to soak my panties before deepening the kiss. Our tongues tangle together, vying for dominance, fighting against one another even as we taste, groan, and gasp. Sparks race under my skin and my heart pounds in my ears. I’ve never reacted to someone so strongly in my life.
This kiss ruins me in the best possible way.
Winnie barks merrily beside us, still thinking this is a fun game, but I know in my heart that this is something so much bigger. Her nose touches my cheek, and I rear back, startled and unsure, but my icy fingers remind me of the snow in my hand. I bring it down on his face, then jump off, running toward the cabin as fast as I can.
“You can run, but you can’t hide Sloane,” Cole roars out, laughing.Holy Rudolf, what the hell did I just start?
The sound of him leaping to his feet and thundering after me sends pulses to my pussy and I can feel my panties getting damp, heat searing between my legs. My legs quiver and my lungs burn with exertion. What will he do if he catches me?
The cabin is only feet away. I glance back and he’s right behind me, pupils dilated from our chase.Catch me.Take me.Fuck me like you hate me. He’s so close now that I can feel his breath on my neck as I launch myself up the few steps onto the porch and closing in on me, but he stumbles.
Racing across the porch, victory is nearly mine; I stretch out my arm, grabbing for the knob, when two strong hands grip my hips, yanking me back. Whirling around, I turn to fight him off, only to find my back pressed hard against the door.
“You fight dirty, Fireball,” he rasps, gulping big puffs of air. His hips press into mine and I can feel his enormous length, stiff as he grinds it against my belly. My panties are soaked and there’s no denying that I want him. I’m pretty sure he still hates me because of my brother, but I want him anyway.
“What are you going to do? Punish me with your fancy peen?” I pant, rocking myself against his erection, urging him on. I’ll probably regret this—but what’s the worst that can happen? A few days of steamy fucking before we part ways?
“There are so many ways I want to punish you,” he growls, sending shivers down my spine.
A thrill races over me and I bounce up onto tiptoes, pressing my lips against his. I bite down on his bright red lower lip, surprised at how cold it is.
“That earned you another one,” he promises, a dark glint in his eyes, but I’m not even a little afraid. Maybe I should be after Davis, but I fought him off and became stronger. And Iknowthat I’m safe with Cole. In my heart and the depths of my soul I feel completely secure, sheltered in his arms.
“Do it. Or perhaps you want me to punish you instead,” I tease, poking at his dominance. He snaps, lifting me into his strong arms as he opens the door. The cold air rushes in after us, as does Winnie, who immediately curls up in her dog bed. He slams the door shut, then his mouth comes down on mine, demanding my submission as his tongue thrusts in. There’s nothing gentle about the way he grips me, yanking my hair back to suck hard on my throat. The pain and pleasure send waves straight to my clit. I’ve never been this wet before.
He moves us into the room, dropping me on the couch, and I can feel the heat from the still-crackling fireplace begin to warm my cold face.
“Get your clothes off and face the back of the couch,” he orders, standing in front of me as he removes his coat. The sound of his zipper causes me to trail my eyes down his body, watching as he drops the wet coat onto the ground. It lands on the floor, with a thunk, and is quickly followed by his boots, pants, and shirt. He leaves his black, silky boxers on, but I can see the tip of his piercing sneaking out.I want to taste him.
“Sloane,” he barks. “Clothes off now.”
He prowls toward me, and I quickly fumble with my jacket as he drops to the floor and starts on my shoes. His piercing stare locks on me, scorching me with its heat as I hastily rip off my coat. He pulls off my winter boots, tossing them over his shoulder.
The sound of them thumping on the floor matches the pounding of my heart… and my pussy.Is this really happening?
Excitement flutters in my chest, and I swallow hard around the lump in my throat. “Do I need a safe word?” I attempt to joke.
“Choose one. NOW,” he growls, gripping the waistband of my leggings as he tears them down my legs.
“Oh, um, shit, fuck,” I blurt out, as his eyes zero in on the apex of my thighs, my pussy barely covered by sheer lacy black panties. His pupils are completely blown now, more black than color, and I gulp, loving the waves of power rolling off him.
He may be on his knees in front of me, but there is no doubt who is completely and utterly in charge right now.
