Snow Kissed

Chapter 13

I woke. Oh so flipping warm too as I lay in peaceful bliss with my heart beating against his. His arm wrapped around my waist as he spooned me and I'd never woken up to a man spooning me, but I enjoyed the feeling. He'd literally held me the whole night, in between making love to me about three times, if I remembered clearly.

My stomach clenched as I thought about his warm breath on my neck, his low voice etching my name as he came and filled me each time.

Oh, my god, I pressed my knees together at the thought of him inside me. Then had to turn towards him, just to make sure I hadn't been dreaming.

To my surprise, he was awake and he smiled softly, cupping my cheek with a certain tenderness.

“Merry Christmas,” he murmured through the tranquility.

“Merry Christmas,” I kissed his parted lips. “Did I wake you up?”

“No, I've been up for a bit.”

I wrinkled my nose at that, pulling back. “And you're still in bed with me?”

He moved in to kiss me. “What could possibly take precedence over holding a beautiful woman?”

Meetings, phone calls, email, computer in general... work...

I wanted to slap myself for even comparing him to Richard.

“What?”

“Nothing,” I shook my disgusting thoughts.

His hand came to my side, his fingers splaying over my waist and hips, making me moan and shudder. I wiggled myself against him, skin to skin. His fingertips tracing against my abdomen made me come alive with the wild and crazy thought of carrying his child. His fingers stopped though and so did my craziness as his face got a bit stern.

“I don't want you to leave, Amy.”

I swallowed, once the snow stopped...

“Ean,” I breathed. “What do you mean by that?”

He swallowed and stayed quiet. Maybe I hadn't said the right thing, maybe my voice was off, but I knew he was serious in his comment to me.

Some part of us had deeply connected and I guessed, he was just afraid I would walk away from it all.

He wrapped a tendril of my hair around his finger. “I've never made love to someone so many times in one night.”

I smiled, remembering. “You were very proactive.”

“I guess you could say that,” he laughed.

I wasn't about to complain, though, it had been worth it – the last seven months of celibacy had been well made up for with Ean Hunter.

“Breakfast?” he asked, breaking our silence.

“Sure.” I went to get up, but he pulled me back, laying me flat on my back and kissing me.

I smiled as he drew back. “What were you thinking about for food?”

“Not sure, guess it should be decent, though, it is Christmas.”

“Bacon,” I said, my stomach rumbling from the thought.

“You only want bacon?” he laughed, kissing me again.

“No.” I bit into his lips, wanting more of his mouth. My hands trailed along his biceps and grabbed a fistful of his thick hair, pulling his mouth down on mine with another kind of hunger.

His laugh erupted in his chest. “Amy...”

“What? Okay, eggs... Oh, I can make breakfast.” I knew how to make one other thing.

“You're going to cook?” he questioned with a hesitation that made me want to torture him. “First you bake and now you're going to cook. My house is sure to burn down now.”

I hit his chest and he laughed.

“I'm just kidding, sweetie. That won't happen...” he kissed me and I smiled, but then he continued his sentence, “--'cause I have a fire extinguisher.”

“Ean!” I snapped.

He laughed and caged around my naked body, kissing me against my bucking torso. I melted under him and our tongues found one another, but I pushed him up after I felt his cock getting the better of the situation.

“I think you need a break.”

“I think I'm all right,” he challenged.

“You've got to be kidding me.” I stared at him. “Aren’t you worn out... down there?”

He laughed and our mouths met, rubbing himself against my heat.

I moaned from the stirring of desire. “Ean, no.”

He stopped me from moving away. “Yes.”

I looked up to him, my knees hanging on his sides. I chewed my lip and smirked. Never in my life had a man looked so incredibly happy to have me.

His hips pushed my thighs apart as his cock twitched with want.

I giggled and drew my hips back in an arch away from his body, teasing him.

“No, no...” He gripped my shoulders and pushed himself inside me with precision.

I moaned, my jaw letting my captive lip go.

“You know you're on the hook, right?”

“What?” My lashes fluttered, trying to catch my breath as he moved against me.

“For breakfast,” he smiled, ducking down and kissing me, but that really wasn't just what I was on the hook for.

His mouth sunk back into mine and I closed my eyes enjoying everything he seemed to be able to do so naturally, including leaving me breathless and wanting more.

He also had a real knack for breaking me with him, like he'd studied a book on me. For that reason alone, he deserved a good breakfast.

He groaned as I felt him about to make me his again. The thought of him doing so tipped me over the edge against his thrusting hips.

He stiffened, his muscles hardening as he rooted himself in my heat and chanted my name.

I let out my breath, echoing his name to him in return. Beads of sweat trickled my chest as he kissed my collar bone between his heavy breathing, recovering from another act of bliss.

Lifting off me, he kissed me once more before removing his pulsing cock from me.

I cupped his face and closed my eyes, not letting him go. My walls were still pumping against him as I fell from my orgasm.

His chest resonated with the pleasure I was causing him. “Amy, I...”

My heart slammed in my chest as his words faltered. “What?” I wasn't sure if I wanted him to finish what he'd been saying, it had started to come out too emotional. I was afraid. Afraid he was going to say something stupid as this man seemed to run on emotion more than brainpower.

He kissed my cheek, gasping for another few breaths.

After a few more silent minutes, we got up and I needed the bathroom, feeling a bit used and dirty, no pun intended.

Ean dressed accordingly and met me at the door.

I stood in his flannel shirt rather promiscuously. “I'm going to go to the washroom, and then I'll make you breakfast.”

“Are you sure?” He gave me a weary smile. “I can make it, it's fine.”

“No,” I said with determination. “I am making it.”

“Okay, sweetie.” He let me walk out in front of him and I headed to the washroom quick, feeling the imperative need for it.

I spent time looking myself over in the mirror. I didn't look strung out or withered like normal. My hair wasn't perfect, but my face looked rested, which was surprising. How was I rested when I'd basically been up the whole night being fucked by Ean Hunter? I guessed the rush of hormones throughout the night had helped.

I walked from the bathroom, feeling a bit cleaner with my face washed.

He was sitting at the dining table, waiting for me to return.

“So, breakfast?”

Ean smiled at me. “Sounds good. I'm starving.”

I smiled back, noticing the face he wore wasn't the same. It almost housed some sadness and then he said, “It's stopped snowing.”