Free Thunder Snow (Thunder On The Mountain Series) by Mimi Foster

bit.” There was a small smile that crossed my face as I wondered who had taken over my rational mind and put those words in my mouth.
    “Did you honestly just say that and then blush?” Jack asked me quietly as he put his mug on the counter.
    “I’m not sure where those words came from, but I’m sure they couldn’t have been from my mouth,” I laughed.
    “You definitely threw the gauntlet. Dear God, I have been watching nothing but your lips, and I assure you, that’s exactly where they came from.” He took my face in his hands and proceeded to cover my lips with his.
    Some part of me was conscious that this was the most electrifying feeling my body knew. I wanted to repeat it; wanted to feel it again. Every single pore was singing with excitement . . . no, not singing, screaming with excitement.
    If the world ended right this minute, I would die a happy woman. “Not sure exactly what it is you’re doing, Jack, but honest to God, no one has ever kissed me like that in my life. Please don’t stop.”
    He pressed me against the counter so the full lengths of our bodies were touching. “It must be you, because I’m pretty sure I have never wanted to kiss someone the way I want to kiss you.”
    My hands threaded through his wavy hair as I tried to bring him closer. I wanted to absorb him into me. This was magic, and I was transported by the feelings sweeping through me.
    My hands were restless, my body intense. I wanted to touch him, all of him. I wanted to feel his strength. I touched his face. I ran my hands down his arms that were around me, intoxicated with his strength, with the passion he ignited in me. He lifted me to the counter as I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him even closer. My silky robe slid from my shoulders, exposing my breasts to his wandering hands.
    “Do you always answer the door like that?” he groaned against my neck.
    “You woke me up from a sound sleep. I covered up,” I said. “What more did you want?”
    “You have no idea how much more I want. Is this the way you sleep?” he breathed, stepping back to look at me, to run his thumbs over my already hardened nipples.
    “Every time I close my eyes I will have this vision. Perfection, absolute perfection,” he whispered as his lips took mine again.
    We could have been there a minute, it could have been an hour. It didn’t matter. The sensations coursing through my body had me wanting more.
    When his lips left mine to travel down my neck, I wanted only his intensity. I wanted to feel him, and feel what I was doing to him. When he took my nipple into his mouth and ran his tongue over it in the same way he had danced with my tongue, I let out a deep moan.
    He came back to my lips, devouring them, gently then hard, tongues warring, then gentled again into a slow dance to a tune heard only by us. One by one, I unbuttoned his shirt, never breaking contact with his lips, never wanting this feeling to stop. My hands circled his waist to release him from the confines of his jeans, but he stilled my hand.
    He pulled my robe from my shoulders, freeing me to explore. “Not yet, little one, we have all the time in the world.”
    And yet the kisses became more intense, more drugging, making me wet and throbbing as his hand found my desire and caressed me, making me moan in pleasure. As his finger entered me, I was sure I was crossing into heaven. His thumb stroked me as our tongues continued to duel.
    “Hush, little one, relax. Let me bring you pleasure,” he said as he gentled me to the counter.
    Lying there, vulnerable, exposed, his hands caressing me like I was a treasure, he whispered, “You are absolutely stunning. So much more than I even could have imagined.”
    His lips started at my navel, sending flames through my arousal. His thumbs were gentle on my mound, opening me to him, to touch, to explore, to enjoy. When his mouth touched me, I cried out.
    “Hush,” he whispered. “I promise this won’t hurt.”
    He covered me