Snow Bound (8 page)

God, this was so
good.

With that thought, the darkness inside him roared, but he refused to give i
t free rein. Light. Fun. Not
intense. He needed to find a way to pull back.

Drawing
away from her well
-used breasts, he retreated to the edge of the bed to
stand and remove his clothes. The urgency in his core yelled at him to hurry, but the view had him slowing by increments. Tori had li
fted to her elbows to watch him
.
Bright blue eyes
peeked at him through thick blond
e
lashes, taking him in from head to toe. He was already hard, but his cock grew
even stiffer
beneath her approving gaze until the broad head lifted above the horizontal.

He watched as her pink-tipped nails drifted
absently
back and forth along her ribs.
While
he stripped off his sweatshirt, shirt, and undershirt, those delicate yet capable hands slid upward to br
ush the undersides of her still-
trembling breasts. Something in his expression must have clued her in
to his excitement, because her lips stretched into a small smile before she let her lids
ease
closed.

Then her hands curved around her breasts, those mounds sitting firm on her rib
cage as she reclined. His mouth watered as she stroke
d
them, her head falling back as she tested their weight. Squeezing lightly, she left no part untouched. His hand found his cock just as her fingertips found her nipples, and he squeezed hard to stave off the orgasm pounding down his length. Once he had himself under control, he went back to watching her. Those rosy nipples grew darker and harder as she pulled at them in a rhythm both personal and familiar. Her legs began to scissor against
each other, the sound of silky-
smooth skin brushing against itself sexy and tempting.

What he needed was a distraction before she
unmanned
him.

Grasping each of her ankles, he squeezed to get her attention. When her languid eye
lid
s drifted open, he jerked her legs apart. She pulled against him with a gasp, probably more as a reflex than anything, but he refused to let her go. With the strength in his arms, he spread her wide, revealing creamy inner thighs and a closely cropped golden bush. Forward motion placed him directly between her legs, knee
s planted into the mattress,
and no chance
for her to
retreat.

His heart pounded, and not ju
st because she had the most incredible
pus
sy he’d ever seen. C
oating those tiny, delicately shaped lips was a wealth of feminine cream, abundant evidence of her own need. Her hips tilted upward as if begging for his touch.

He dragged
his gaze from that most vulnerable part of her to meet her eyes once more. He felt like he was drowning
in the ocean blue
, his breathing labored and his lungs working to gain air. She was nothing like what he’d expected. Yes, she was a pretty princess. Yes, she was Miss Priss. He’d glimpsed both those personas tonight.

But she wasn’t helpless. She wasn’t repressed. She owned her sexuality in a way
those prissy sweaters had never hinted at
. Courage shone from her in every action, whet
her defending him with a double-
barreled shotgun or opening herself up to her
sexual nature
.

She was perfect. And he was a goner.

* * *

Through her lowered lids, Tori saw a flash of what looked like panic widen Damon’s
dark
eyes for a moment, then disappear as he tightened his grip on her ankles. The combination of his hold and the pressure sent a flash of sensation to her core. She arched her hips, unable to stop the movement. Fire raced beneath her skin, igniting the deepest, most intense sexual sensations she ever felt.

She should be embarrassed,
spread
out before him like
th
is
. Scared to be held down and vulnerable beneath a man strong enough to fight off
her worst nightmare
. Instead she wanted t
o let go even more, to prove
she could meet him wherever he chose to take her.

R
eleas
ing her nipples, she skimmed
her hands lower on her stomach. The rush of blood to her cheeks was an honest testament to her self-consciousness. She’d never touched herself with her other lovers. Never even thought about it.

Something about Damon broke all her inhibitions and ground them into dust.

With a vague thought about carpe diem, Tori let her fingertips meander to the clipped curls covering her mound. Her nails felt good scratching
lightly along the edge
, tugging
gent
ly on the hair. Her hips lifted as a moan escaped her tight throat.

“Ah
, Princess, that’s it. Show me…
show me what you like.”

Who could resist that kind of encouragement? She pulled her legs up an
d out, spreading herself even fa
rther. Her eyes closed tight. Her breath shuttered in her chest. Then
she
slid
her fingers
down bet
ween the plump lips
.

Damon’s groan echoed in her ears as she explored herself. She was wetter than she’d eve
r been, the heated liquid seeping from her core, then trickling
down between the cheeks of her butt. She teased the outer lips of her labia, just like she did when she pleasured herself alone. She quickly moved to the inner lips, tugging the juicy flesh to increase the ache in between. Her hips squirmed against the bed.

But just as one finger moved to circle her entrance, she felt Damon lean over her. Her eyes popped open to find him reaching
toward her head. A moment later
her pink vibrator appeared in his hand.

“I think I can take it from here,” he said. His tone was teasing, but those
brown
eyes held unbound confidence and intention.

Crouching back between her thighs, his empty hand lifted one of hers from its resting place. Higher, then higher still, until the fingers were close enough to take them into his mouth. He cleaned them thoroughly with his tongue, then sucked
each
one before doing the same with the other hand. His unconscious sensuality and obvious enjoyment eased her
nervous
ness.

Though previous lovers had occasionally offered to perform oral sex, she’d often had the feeling they only did it because they had to, as if it were a chore they had to check off before they could get to the good stuff. Damon, on the other hand, didn’t frown or gag at the taste of her, didn’t rush, but lingered over every lick and suck. Her thighs trembled in eager anticipation.

Th
e cool slide of smooth firmness
throu
gh the heated cleft of her core
had Tori sucking in air. Her body responded to the familiar feel of the toy, her mind to the knowledge that Damon wi
elded it. His pressure was firm but not hard
as it glided down between the tiny lips to tease her entrance, then up to bump against her hardened clit. Over and over and over. The little bundle of nerves sang with pleasure, causing her thighs to tighten.

“That’s it, sweetheart. L
et me see you take it.”

Tori vaguely noticed that his Texas drawl had deepened, drawing out the words slow and sweet. But the thought fled as he changed tactics. Now the curving head of the vibrator pressed lower, demanding entry to her body. Her hips curled up, eager for the filling presence. Her hands clenched into the sheet at each side o
f her rocking hips
. He urged the toy deeper until suddenly the head plunged inside.

She cried out. Her body accepted the width it knew so well, but her internal muscles clamped down
in a death grip, overexcited by the novelty
. He wiggled
the shaft, working it deeper
until the full six
inches rested inside her
. She wanted to close her eyes, to be humiliated that he was masturbating her with her own toy, but she couldn’t turn away from his rapt expression as he watched her. The lick of his lips as if he couldn’t wait to taste her. The rapid rise and fall of his che
st telling her of his
excitement.

Suddenly his gaze flicked up to hers, eyes fevered in the candlelight. “Are you ready?”

Her voice rasped against her throat. “For what?”

His grin was the only answer. Then the toy inside her came alive.

Tori’s
scream filled the room as yet ano
ther orgasm contracted her core
. She’d lost count of how many she’d had. The first two had come hard and quick, the others slower and sweeter. This one lingered far longer than the others, teased out by the pink vibrator lodged in her chann
el and Damon’s mouth suckling
her clit.

Long moments later
Tori gasped, “Damon, please. No. More.”

His chuckle
inspired
one last spasm before he drew the vibrator out with exquisite care. She struggled to catch her breath. Lifting weighted lids, she watched as he leaned over her for a lingering kiss.

He could have strutted with male pride, could have looked down at her with smug triumph. He’d more than made up for coming early. In fact, he hadn’t had another o
rgasm since that first. Instead
every action held tenderness, every look arousal and satisfaction.

Because
she
was satisfied.

He turned away, striding toward the doorway before she realized he was leaving. “Damon?”

He glanced back over his shoulder, giving her a titillating view of his broad shoulders, muscled back, and high, tight butt. “Don’t worry, Princess. I’m just going to check on the fire and I’ll be right back.”

She knew as he walked out the door that he’d also check the rest of the house, but he would stay inside. She doubted even Damon was tough enough to walk outside, naked, in a snowstorm. As she listened to his movements downstairs, her body melted into the mattress. She drifted
, not really sleeping
but not completely aw
ake. All thoughts about Bobby Joe
were gone, replaced by the man who’d come into her home and treated her like a sex partner, yes, but also as a woman who could stand her own ground, a woman who knew what she wanted, and even a woman who deserved all the pleasure he had to give.

A year of watching Damon’s comings and goings told her he wouldn’t stick around. No matter how special, how cherished he made her feel. And she knew now that the obsession she’d had for him all this time had a great deal to do with the strong, determined man that he was, and everything to do with the woman he let her be.

His
leaving was going to hurt, but if the past had taught her anything, it was her ability to endure the hard times, the losses. No matter what happened between them, she would be okay. Eventually.

* * *

Damon took his time rebanking the fire just right, then moved to the window where he’d seen the footprints in the snow outside. Yes, he was naked. And yes, he intended to be seen if there was someone outside watching. But he
wasn’t stupid enough to press
against the glass in an effort to get the guy’s attention. He simply wanted to appear comfortable enough to be prowling Tori’s house in his undressed state… packing a rod that hadn’t softened in the
hour he’d spent enjoying her
every response
.

He felt like he was in danger of
adopting
a permanent erection. Oh, he knew the next time he climbed the stairs behind him, he was going to drive more than a vibrator home. But
this was one time
he wouldn’t be doing it without thinking twice.

Tori was a wet dream come true. And he was so screwed.

He wanted to stay. It wasn’t just that he
had
to stay until he could get a sheriff out here. Hell, he couldn’t care less about the sociopath stalking them in the middle of a snowstorm, exce
pt that it
endangered
Tori. But he wanted nothing more than to bury them both under the covers upstairs and not surface until he’d spent a week discovering just how far he could push her. How much she would open up to him, let him see the w
oman she really was, not who
everyone expected her to be.