STORM OF LOVE (snowed in with the billionaire #3) (billionaire erotic romance)) (2 page)

She grabbed at Nathaniel’s jacket, pulling
it over her, needing the extra warmth. Of course he packed a huge
coat, made for this kind of weather. The kind meant for arctic
expeditions. Stephanie’s winter jacket was only considered
winter
in the sense it had more cotton and came with a tag
that read
winter coat
.

As Nathaniel kissed her, his hand became
more aggressive. He curled under Stephanie’s jacket and lifted her
shirt, touching bare skin. His fingertips were like ice but only
for a second. Part of her wanted to retreat again, to push away
Nathaniel and run, but how could she?

His touch was perfect.

His eyes were like life.

His body…
heavenly.

“Stephanie,” he whispered, pulling away from
their kiss. “Steph. It’s all the same. From all I’ve seen of you…”
His fingers flicked at the button on her jeans. It came undone. He
pulled at her zipper and then he touched the top of her panties.
“You’ll see it someday… you’ll see all you are. That’s why you’re
mine. That’s why I’ve chosen you. Because…” His hand moved down her
smooth skin until he came to her wet cave. The tips of his fingers
played, moving left to right, teasing Stephanie’s tender slit. “…
because you chose me…”

Stephanie moaned and put her head back. She
closed her eyes, bearing the brunt of the snowstorm. It felt as
though the storm had somewhat calmed but she couldn’t be completely
sure if that were true. Maybe it was just the intense storm in her
pants and body that kicked up… taking over the storm around
her.

She felt Nathaniel as his fingers worked
their erotic magic. His used his pointer and ring finger to spread
her, moving her delicate folds out of the way. That allowed his
middle finger to touch her hole. She throbbed on him, her sex
wanting to pull Nathaniel inside and hold him deep, forever. He
rubbed Stephanie a few times and his lips touched hers with the
gentlest touch. Enough to know he was there, enough to make her
body tingle.

As she shivered with the cold weather, her
body tightened. That’s when Nathaniel forced his finger into her,
fighting her throb, fighting the weather, enjoying her burning
heat.

“You are mine,” Nathaniel said, his lips
touching hers as he spoke. It was as though he wanted Stephanie’s
lips to memorize the movements of the words. “All mine, Steph. You
can’t defy me, can you?”

Stephanie whimpered.

Nathaniel twisted his finger deep within her
sex and slowly pulled it out.

Stephanie’s knees bent, but this time she
had a little feeling in them. The rest of her body wanted more
pleasure, but she had been outside way too long. The rush of
orgasmic heat mixed with the pounding chill, giving her the sense
of floating… the kind of floating one would experience just before
passing out.

“You can’t run,” Nathaniel said. “You can’t
hide. I will always find you. And nothing will harm you…”

Stephanie collapsed forward, seeing a blur
of white and Nathaniel.

Then it was darkness.

She heard her own breathing and could feel
Nathaniel’s finger slip from between her legs. She wanted to tell
him no, not to stop, but the darkness and cold had won.

(3)

Her body bounced, reminding her of sex.
Everything reminded her of sex. For a woman whose sex life
consisted of random moments of self pleasure, she certainly had
become the vixen Nathaniel demanded of her.

She had, in so many ways, really become
Steph.

The bouncing continued, her body responding.
Feeling. Sending signals to her brain to tell her what she felt.
Each bounce made her legs touch. She was still wet, heated, ready.
Desperate for Nathaniel, her extra sensitive sex wouldn’t stop,
it’s need growing by the second. The pleasure moved up her body to
her breasts. They were pressed tight against her bra, shirt, and
jacket. Each movement saw her nipples rubbing, making her want to
moan.

But she couldn’t.

At least not at first.

Her voice, her eyes, they were taken by the
cold and darkness.

She tried to think about Nathaniel and tried
to speak his name. Instead, her eyes popped open.

She saw white, something that was becoming
the normal backdrop for her erotic, romantic weekend. It struck her
odd adding the word
romantic
in there, but considering how
addicted she felt towards Nathaniel, she knew there had to be
something more there. A spark, a real flicker of heart and soul,
not just sex.

Her head turned to the left to see Nathaniel
hovering over her. It was an odd angle and it took Stephanie a few
seconds to put it all into place.

Nathaniel was carrying her.

The bouncing, staring up at him, seeing
under his chin – that perfect chin. That chin that made Stephanie
open her mouth and wish she could run the tip of her tongue along
it.

“Nathaniel,” she whispered. “Are you…”

“We’re almost there,” he said. “You need to
get into hot water, and fast. I may have a generator at the lodge
and I may know my way back, but I can promise you, there is no way
off this mountain until the storm passes. If you go into shock or
hypothermia…”

He looked down at Stephanie and swallowed
hard. Just once. His eyes blinking. Just once. His top lip shaking.
Just for a second.

Stephanie saw a man of power, wealth, and
strength look vulnerable.

Nathaniel looked back up and started to move
faster.

“How do you feel?” he called out.

“I’m cold. Tired. Confused.”

“Stay with me,” Nathaniel said. “Don’t close
your eyes, don’t fall asleep. Don’t succumb to yourself…”

“Only to you,” Stephanie said.

Nathaniel looked down at her again. “Good
girl.”

Stephanie looked to the whiteout, unsure of
how Nathaniel knew where to go. That was, if he actually knew where
he was going. For all she knew – and he knew – he could have been
taking the same treacherous path as Stephanie did.

As they moved, Stephanie tried her best not
to get turned on by Nathaniel’s strength but that became a losing
battle. She casually touched him where she could manage and even
through his thick jacket, she felt muscle. Strong muscle. Sexy
muscle.

A wave of anger hit Stephanie from
nowhere.

“Why me?” she asked. “You have to tell
me.”

“Why you? For what?”

“All of this. You bring me to this lodge. I
don’t even know if there really was an executive meeting. Then you
treat me as though I’m able to make a decision and you’re going to
act upon it? I’m a temp at your company…”

“You were,” Nathaniel corrected. He stared
ahead, maneuvering through the snow. “You’re not a temp
anymore.”

“Because of my decision,” Stephanie
muttered.

“Yes.”

Stephanie wanted to say something else. She
felt as though something lingered in her mind, something that would
get to Nathaniel. But that was impossible. She knew nothing could
get to him. Even if she tried to leave his arms and run, he’d find
her. The saddest part of that thought was that if Stephanie did try
to leave, she’d want Nathaniel to find her. Just like not too long
ago, when she found herself on her knees, in the blizzard, begging
for Nathaniel.

He came.

He saved her.

He carried her.

“We’re here.”

Stephanie snapped out of her daze and she
was in shock when she saw the faint outline of Wolf Top Lodge
coming from the snow. The more Nathaniel moved, the clearer it
became.

She had a sense of home as Nathaniel took
the steps. She attempted to lower herself, ready to walk through
the front door and perhaps rush up the steps, hoping Nathaniel
would chase her down and have his way with her. She’d try to look
mad, but she knew when she’d turn she would be smiling.

That didn’t happen.

Nathaniel’s grip tightened.

“No,” he said. He carried her through the
front door of the lodge. His foot swung and kicked the door shut
with a thundering boom. He stopped and looked down at
Stephanie.

Nathaniel now looked like a protector.

Her protector.

“I’m going to carry you upstairs,” he said.
“You need hot water. I’m going to strip you, naked, and place you
into the water.”

Stephanie bit her lip and her body shivered.
Some of the shivering was pleasure, some was the violent feeling of
her body trying to rid all the chill.

No matter what, as Nathaniel placed his
first foot on the step, she blurted out a burning question.

“Will you join me?”

(4)

Nathaniel took Stephanie to her bedroom and
placed her on the bed. He worked fast but calculated, Stephanie
able to watch and feel his every move. She told herself nothing
about it would be sexual but even as Nathaniel pulled at her shoes
and then socks, her body pulsed, wanting him.

He unzipped her jacket and sat her up,
sliding it from her arms. While still seated – and shivering
uncontrollably – he grabbed at the bottom of her shirt with force.
Up and over her head, followed by her undershirt, leaving Stephanie
in just her bra. Her skin felt raw, burning, needing more heat. She
had been outside long enough that while resting back on the bed in
her bra, it felt more comfortable than being in her clothing. The
winds and snow had soaked everything… except her panties… they were
all Nathaniel’s fault.

Next, Nathaniel moved at Stephanie’s pants,
wrestling with them. They were wet and clinging to Stephanie’s
legs. As the wet cloth pulled against her skin, it stung, making
her cry out in pain.

“I need to take everything off,” Nathaniel
said.

He gave up on the top of her jeans and
reached for the bottoms, at her feet. Stephanie stiffened her legs,
her muscles aching with a frigid burn, and Nathaniel pulled.
Slowly, her jeans came off. Now she sat in just bra and
panties.

Nathaniel stood for a second, staring down
at her body. He watched her shiver, watched her stomach rise and
fall quickly, watched as her hand clawed around the bed sheets.
Stephanie realized then that she was thrusting herself and couldn’t
be sure if it was her body’s way of moving to create heat and
warmth or because she needed Nathaniel so bad that it had become a
natural reaction. She didn’t need to think about having Nathaniel
anymore, her body just constantly wanted it.

Nathaniel took his heavy coat off, leaving
it to the floor. His hand moved to his neck with a ravenous speed,
tearing at his tie. Before it could work its way to the floor, he
was unbuttoning his shirt. He hadn’t blinked in a second, leaving
Stephanie cold, confused, and horny. As much as she wanted
Nathaniel, trying to focus on the buttons being undone one by one,
seeing flashes of his muscular chest and body, she started to shake
again. Everything hurt as much as it felt good between her
legs.

When Nathaniel dropped his shirt, he stepped
towards the bed with a look of protection in his eyes. He stared
down at Stephanie’s body with eyes that were intent but caring. He
climbed atop her body, resting himself on her. The cold that came
from Stephanie was like a thousand chilly knives hitting him all at
once.

Stephanie moaned and put her hands around
Nathaniel’s body, holding him tight, feeling his heat. She opened
her legs and wrapped them around him, wanting to feel his thick sex
touch her. Her body poured heat to her skin. It gave such a relief
and it started to hurt. There was a sudden change in temperature,
having the sexy billionaire on top of her again, everything trying
to go back to that sense of new normal. The new normal where
Nathaniel controlled Stephanie and Steph could come alive in any
way she wanted and Nathaniel needed.

Nathaniel looked down at Stephanie. She had
her head back, her eyes shut, groaning with each breath she took.
Her eyes were still cold, burning. Her face stung with an annoyance
of the air touching her tender skin. Between her legs it was like
its own world. A desperate world.

“Nathaniel…”

“I know,” he said. “I know…” His lips
touched the middle of Stephanie’s throat, followed by the flick of
his tongue. “I just had to feel you, for a second.”

Nathaniel pulled back, taking Stephanie with
him, his feet hitting the floor as he lifted her up. Her legs
remained tight around his waist as he backed from the bed and
turned towards the bathroom. Stephanie tucked her head to
Nathaniel’s shoulder and could only breathe. It was a feeling she
never had before. Her body was in pain and cold. However, her body,
at the same moment, felt heated, emotionally, her desperate desires
for Nathaniel that wouldn’t take a break.

In the bathroom, Nathaniel continued to hold
Stephanie, even as he turned on the water and the shower. As the
water heated up, one of his hands twisted at her bra, unsnapping it
with ease. The move made Stephanie gasp.

How could one man be so smooth and calm… all
the time?

That same hand then lay flat on Stephanie’s
back where her bra strap had just been. His other hand moved into
her panties, down around her backside, cupping her for a second. He
then came around and out the bottom of Stephanie’s panties. He
squeezed her leg once, telling her to release her grip on him. She
did reluctantly, hating the feeling of the floor beneath her feet.
His other hand came to her panties and he pushed them down.

Both looked down at Stephanie’s smooth
folds, her gentlest most erotic spot being exposed. Stephanie
shuddered as she watched Nathaniel’s hands force her panties down.
She resisted the urge to open her legs, wanting to show herself,
wanting him to have her. When Nathaniel looked back at her, he
swallowed again, letting out a deep breath.

Stephanie realized that he was holding back.
He was putting her care in front of his needs. Even it was
temporary, it was romantic.