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Bradford’s lips lingered on her skin, and when they curved into a smile her own followed suit. “If I say yes, will it work?”
“Not even if you started farting rainbows.”
“I already do.”
Laughter spilled free, and she didn’t stop him from tipping her head up to his. Everything about this situation would have been wonderful, romantic even, if they weren’t stuck in a small room during a blizzard.
Their eyes met, his gray with flickers of flame moving through them. She nearly held her breath when he placed his mouth to hers. He gave her lips a few light licks until she softened in his arms, then he slid his tongue in her mouth to tangle with hers.
Holy heavenly harlots, this man could kiss. Iris curled her fingers into the fuzzy material surrounding the broad powerful shoulders as she wedged herself as close as she could get.
Bradford wanted to show her how things could be if she would only drop that concrete wall surrounding her emotions for half a second. He barely knew this woman, and yet felt as if he knew her better than he knew himself.
Kissing her wasn’t going to be a problem. He could do it, not get his balls smashed in the process, and enjoy her taste. Iris clenched her fingers harder into his clothing, and he didn’t give a damn what he wore. Unfortunately for his intentions, they were shot straight to hell when she angled her head to the left, and a small moan slid from her.
A tiny, seemingly insignificant sound that crawled up from her throat. But to him, it was the snap of the control he’d fought so hard to keep. He growled and rolled them so he pressed her into their makeshift bed, the cradle of her thighs, bringing his thick, swollen cock closer to her core.
Hunger welled up inside him and the kiss changed. No longer soft and tender, this was need, desperation, ravenous, nearly angry, hunger. She matched his desperation, body curving up to meet his, mouth opening wider as she tangled her tongue with his own.
Hips rocking, Bradford didn’t relent. He wanted this. No, he wanted her. Iris molded entirely against his frame. She held him perfectly. This woman had been created for him.
He loved her hair, and it took a huge act for him to release the soft curls from his fist, but there was far more of her he needed to explore. Her full breast overflowed his hand, and he plumped it before squeezing.
“Bradford,” she moaned into his mouth.
“Just getting started, beautiful. I fucking wish it were warm enough to strip you down to nothing and explore your body like I dream of doing.”
She lifted her leg higher up on his waist, grinding against him. It was his turn to moan. Holy shit, she was going to have him coming in his pants like some untried youth looking at his first porn rag.
Pushing his hand down over her top until he hit the hemline, he lifted and bit her lower lip as he skimmed along her bared skin. Heat poured across his palm and singed him. Up and up he pushed until her bra was out of his way and her breast was in his hand.
The tip, drawn tight and pebbled, sliced over his skin. She sucked a sharp breath, and he squeezed the full flesh, eliciting another mewl from her.
“I want to fuck you, Iris. I want to shove my cock deep inside you and feel your wet pussy clamp on it, stroking it, milking it.”
“Yes,” she whimpered, her grip in his hair getting tighter as she rocked against his rough thrusts.
“I want to put you on your hands and knees before the fire and fuck you from behind while I put marks on your skin, branding you as mine.”
She released his hair and moved to the zipper of his onesie. His breath caught as she lowered it. Her hands weren’t hot but as she splayed them against his skin, they heated rapidly.
“I’ve never been fucked by a unicorn,” she murmured against his lips.
His lips twitched, and he claimed her mouth in a dominating kiss. She opened like a flower beneath him, welcoming him back in and dancing with his tongue.
He moved down her body, making her hands leave his torso. While he longed for more of her touch, he wanted to kiss her all over.
And he did. He lifted her shirt enough to trail heated kisses along her skin—it was far too cold to strip her naked. Using one hand, he flipped the blankets back over them and shuffled down her body beneath them, making sure she stayed warm.
He wanted her in a room with the snow surrounding them so he could see her in the brightness, but his woman would not be in danger of frostbite.
