Snow Kissed

Chapter 17

I got to my feet as Elizabeth would be doing after a few more drinks in her.

He steadied me and took me into the washroom, closing the door. “Feeling okay?”

I leaned against the counter, nodding through a dizzy spell.

He grabbed the same towel I had been using to save his flannel and looked it over. “Hmm.”

“Beth spilt wine on me.” I brought my fingers to the gash on my forehead, but he pulled my hand away.

“Don't touch it. I'll clean it up. I'll just go get my jump kit from the truck.” He threw the dirty towel on the counter. “Don't move.” He pointed at me in warning.

I nodded, closing my eyes as the door shut and enjoying the silence of being alone.

He was going to be quick, I knew this and I was thankful for it because once Beth saw a gash on my head, she would be going bonkers over my apparent need to get myself in sticky situations.

“Sticky situations?” I said aloud as the door opened and Ean stepped in. He dropped his first aid kit to the ground and went about examining me again.

“Are you dizzy?”

“A bit, yeah.”

He grabbed a few things out of his back and stepped in front of me, reaching for me suddenly.

“What are you doing?” I tensed.

He flicked on the tap beside me. “Water,” he answered.

I relaxed into the counter as he stepped back and tilted my chin up, mesmerizing me.

“Should I put on gloves too?”

“What?”

“Kidding,” he smiled and ripped open the package in his hands to reveal some form of cloth that he dampened under the tap and lifted to my forehead. His calmness towards what he was doing was impressive and like he enjoyed it.

“I think you'll live.”

“A novelty,” I breathed.

He smiled and went back to his bag, shifting through it again. He found a small bandage in a pouch and came back to me. His quick fingers opening it. “Look here.”

I swallowed, catching a glimpse of him as he still held that same concentration. For reasons unknown, it turned me on.

My eye wandered his muscled body as I waited for him to secure the bandage.

“All better.” He threw out the garbage and turned back to me.

I couldn't help myself. Elizabeth Saltz was right. Ean Hunter was hot. Not that I was just coming to this realization or anything...

I grabbed his shirt and forced him to kiss me, which he did without much needed convincing.

He groaned against my lips and pushed me up against the counters.

My heart flew. I liked the way passion controlled him, it made his need you now complex really come alive.

My hands gripped his hair and pulled him down, closer, I needed more. I needed closer. Unsure if at that moment, I could survive without Ean Hunter.

The knock on the door broke our hot mouths apart.

“Hello!” Elizabeth.

Ean smiled at me, it was nice he found amusement in situations I did not!

“Amy,” she shouted.

“How did she ingest more wine?” I whispered.

He chuckled, rubbing my sides and keeping me close.

Especially when I tried to move away and he caught me, biting into my neck and making my eyes flutter as butterflies erupted inside me.

“Stay here, sweetie,” he breathed in my ear.

My heart did that pitter-patter that I'd only ever felt with him. “Ean.”

He kissed my neck softly and I parted from him, against his firm grip.

“Do you want to stay with me – I mean, over?”

He smiled. “Sure.”

My heart picked up as he took my hand, and I opened the door while Elizabeth continued to knock.

She stared at us and I let go of his hand in the process.

“What's going on?” She looked behind me on her tiptoes to Ean as he put his first aid kit back together.

“I face-planted the door,” I told her, pointing to my head.

Elizabeth laughed. “What!”

Ean came up beside me. “She likes to get hurt, you're right, Beth.”

I shrugged and Elizabeth grabbed my hand, giggling. “Come have a drink. It'll take the sting away!”

I rolled my eyes and looked behind me as Ean followed, but in a slow easy step, dropping his bag to a quiet corner in the hall and following us.

The luxurious kitchen of the expensive cabin almost trumped mine. Almost.

She gave me a new glass of wine that she had made Steve get for me and I thanked him in the handoff.

Ean was quiet beside me as we both watched Elizabeth walk to the stereo and snap on some Christmas rock tunes.

“Oh no.” I stared at her as she began to dance, remembering too many office parties with Elizabeth Saltz in attendance.

Ean was then given a beer and the rest of the two hours was followed by Elizabeth and me dancing around the house, drinking large amounts of wine we likely shouldn't have.

“And then... and then!” Elizabeth exclaimed.

“Beth, that did not happen like that,” I grumbled, yep I was drunk but I would protest buzzed only.

“Well, something happened.” She winked at me.

I rolled my eyes and stumbled back as the drinks got the better of me in my buzzed state.

Ean caught me, though, stopping me from falling and holding me against his chest.

I tilted my chin up and smiled at him, I couldn't help the smile. It was his touch and I was like a girl with a crush.

He smiled back. “I think it's time for bed, Amy.”

I turned in his arms, stepping back as I did and gaining my precarious balance.

He took my wine glass from my hand and steadied me again. “I'm cutting you off.”

“You don't want to do that. I thought you'd wanna get lucky.”

He raised an eyebrow at my sexual tone. “Hmm.”

I reached for the wine and he pulled it away, smiling. “No more.”

I turned to search for Elizabeth and I found her around the corner, with Steve.

“Hey, where is my room?” I asked them.

“Oh!” Elizabeth scrambled to help me, but her husband stopped her.

“You stay here, honey.” Steve, not being drunk, would be a lot more helpful, “I'll show you, Amy.”

Elizabeth clung to Steve, my best friend needing a bed as much as I. They climbed the timber staircase to show me the room situations and I followed.

“Ean,” I called from the top floor.

He looked up. “What are you doing?”

“Bed. Coming?” I walked away to catch up to Steve and Beth.

I was then dragged to the room by my drunk friend and placed there.

“See, tons of room!” She giggled.

I ignored her comment. “Do you have some pyjamas I can borrow?”

“You don't need pyjamas!” She shoved me into the room and they left, saying goodnight to Ean as he passed.

I stood awkwardly in the room before him, tilting my head. “So, uh...”

He shut the door slowly. “Are you tired?”

“I'm just a bit tipsy,” I explained, trying to gain my balance.

“You're drunk, Amy.”

“Wow, captain obvious,” I poked, smiling at him.

He walked over to the bed and took my hand. “Lay down.”

I followed, rolling my eyes. I knew he wanted to put me to bed, but I didn't think that should have been happening.

“Come on, Ean.” I looked up at him as I flipped to my back on the bed.

“You're wasted.”

“Buzzed.”

He smiled and stayed standing.

“Come on, come to bed.” I failed to purr in a sexy voice.

He laughed. “So enticing, Amy.”

I lifted an eyebrow and thought how I could make myself more 'enticing'. So I stripped my shirt.

“Hmm.” Ean Hunter and his quiet noises would be the death of me.

I unsnapped my bra and chucked it on the ground. “Hmm?”

“Amy.”

Ah, mute speaks!

I sat in front of him with my bare chest hoping it would further the situation. But, I couldn't wait for him to decide so I grabbed his hand and pulled him towards me, hoping he'd take over and climb on top of me, but it didn't happen.

He took my direction though and sat next to me. His eyes went over my half naked form, more so my chest.

I leaned in, feeling myself getting excited, even though he'd yet to touch me.

“Don't you like an easy girl?” I breathed against his mouth.

“I don't know, there're a lot of risks.” He played hard to get.

“Not with a girl you've already slept with!” I snapped, placing my hand on his thigh. “Hmm?”

“You're making fun of me.”

“Never.” I tried my best not to smile, but failed and dropped my mouth to his ear as my fingers ran the inseam of his jeans. “I'll make it worth your while, Ean Hunter.”

I heard him groan as my hand gripped his growing sheath beneath his pants. At least I was turning him on, that was a good sign.

He grunted.

I dropped to the ground on my knees, not quite feeling like myself. I'd never in my life willingly given a man head, but I was about to willing give Ean Hunter all I could.

I undid his jeans with quick hands and he watched me in the dim light of the timber and brick room.

I undid his zipper, our eyes holding a gaze before I looked back down and realized--

“You have no underwear on...”

He thought a moment. “I forgot.” And for some reason, I heavily accepted that answer.

I didn't hold back any longer, taking him from his pants, my mouth watering in anticipation.

I had been split in two. I was two people now, there was no doubt about it.

My head dropped and my mouth wrapped around him. The feeling of his hand take my hair off my neck and deepen me on him urged me on. Which I willingly obliged, because I was...

I paused, my tongue running the length of his erection as I realized my real feelings for him. My blurry mind of alcohol and Elizabeth Slatz all meshed together and I became invested in giving him the best blowjob.

Panting from my seductions, he suddenly he pulled me off.

I waited for him to make the next move as my swollen lips from the sucking and more so the drool cascading my chin, left me at his mercy.

“I love you, Amy,” he repeated for the second time that night and I knew it wasn't because I was down on my knees, but because our hearts hurt for each other.

I fell silent, the breaking in my chest taking over and at that moment, he lifted me, first removing my pants before putting me in his lap and slipping inside me. Before I began to take him, I wrapped my hands in his hair and kissed him softly, enjoying his touch along my naked form.

He let me ride him the way I wished and it was intoxicating, I didn't want to give him or any of it up.

I gasped as he started to take over my rhythmic hips, pulling me in, grinding me against him till my brain almost overloaded. No vice president in their right mind could keep it together when Ean Hunter was involved, I was more than sure of that now.

He snapped me against him and kissed me, dropping his tongue against mine. I moaned for him and he crushed me into his thickness till I broke our mouths.

“Mmm... Ean...”

I was close. I felt the warmth and budding orgasm build as he filled and widened me.

“Amy...”

I let out a loud moan as he kept me moving and pushing towards release.

His mouth came to mine. “Sweetie, say it.”

“Mmm...” I moaned louder, my ears starting heat and burn as my cheeks flushed from our pace.

He wrapped his arms around my back and pushed me down on the bed under him, his hips thrusting his cock deep inside and I began to break, my shoulders arching into the bed.

“Tell me, Amy,” he breathed in my ear, “Please.”

My core burned and then started to crash and wreath for him, panting loudly.

“I-I love you too.” Because I did and I was pretty sure he was the first human being, I'd ever loved in my life. My thoughts left me stranded as he took me hard and fast, leaving me no choice, but to succumb to him. Which I did, willingly.