Trapped In The Snow (2)
His breath hit my lips, warm and ragged, tangled with mine in the cold air. It felt like the space between us wasn’t air at all but something heavier.
“Are you serious?” My voice came out rough, barely more than a whisper.
He didn’t hesitate. His eyes flicked to my mouth and lingered. “Dead serious.”
The blanket shifted over us, and then I felt it. I felt his hand slipping beneath the waistband of my pants. His fingers found bare skin, wrapping around me with no warning, no hesitation. The moment he touched me, my cóck jerked in his grip. The jolt that followed was hot!
“Shít,” I gasped, my voice cracking. “Your hands are freezing.”
“They’ll warm up.” His voice was low and teasing. “Right here.”
The slow drag of his hand down my length made my hips move on
