Free Snow Bound by Dani Wade Page A

play.”
    He grinned with a smile that should be outlawed in this county. “Oh, I know you’re sore , honey. That doesn’t mean I can’t make it good.” Yep, she should have been suspicious at the first quirk of his lips. “Come here to me .”
    She advanced because he asked her to, not because she was comfortable. The feeling that he was about to push some major boundaries whispered through her. The inkling became a certainty as his hands began to maneuver her into position. When he tried to draw her leg over his face, she balked.
    “I don’t think I can, Damon.”
    “Of course you can, baby,” he said, continuing to pull with steady pressure. “You can do it. I promise.”
    Her heartbeat raced out of control as she allowed him to position her thighs on either side of his face. The brush of his breath between them had her quivering in seconds, yet she couldn’t relax.
    “Calm down, baby. We’ve done this before, remember? I had my mout h all over you earlier.”
    Yeah, but somehow she hadn’t felt so exposed then.
    “Now put your mouth back on me . Just like you did earlier.”
    Glancing down, she was reminded that there was another reason behind this position. Her breath stuttered a little in her chest as she braced h erself once more. Damon’s still- raised legs supported her shoulders, giving her the leverage she needed to take him in her mouth once more.
    Then Damon set out for revenge.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

 
Chapter Seven
     
    Tori stretched herself awake, amazed at how cozy she was despite the lack of electricity. She floated in hazy awareness, savoring the heated warmth at her back and the feel of her soft blankets along naked skin.
    Naked skin?
    Blinking her eyes open, sh e waited a moment as memory returned to her in waves. Her rush from the bed la st night. The fight in the back yard. Damon.
    Damon. Now Tori recognized the solid form behind her. Even though the candles had sputtered out, she knew the shape of his body, the embrace of his sculpted arms, the pulse of his maleness against her back. Her breath caught in her throat at the exquisite rightness of them being together. No matter that they had only exchanged a handful of words before, l ast night had taken all those late- night fantasies and turned them into reality.
    A rockin’ reality she didn’t want to let go of.
    Not just because Damon was hot, and better in bed than all four of t he previous men she’d been with combined. But because he drew her on a level she’d never expected. He did n’t treat her like a dumb blond e , based on her hair color and cheerleading background. He’d listened respectfully to her past and hadn’t judged her for her teenage mistakes. He’d just seemed to get her in a way no one else had. Memories in small towns ran deep, and people around here still r emembered her as who she’d been instead of learning who she was now.
    He was everything she really wanted in a man, which was a cryin’ shame. She had no doubt he’d walk out that door the minute the roads were clear and the sheriff could get here. Especially if she started acting the least bit clingy. He wasn’t known for sticking around, though luckily he was known for keeping his mouth shut. All the rumors about him had started, and been substantiated, by a class of woman not to be trusted.
    Hell, he didn’t even kiss and tell. How much closer to perfect could he be?
    Twisting just enough so she could see his sleeping face, the laugh lines so prevalent around his mouth and eyes now softened , she prayed she’d be able to keep her newfound feelings to herself until he hightailed it home. The last thing she wanted to lose in all this was what little dignity she had left.
    A sudden urgent need for the bathroom cut short her mooning. One might want to contemplate the romantic aspects of the universe, but biology inevitably prevaile d. She grabbed up a fuzzy robe on the way through to the bathroom and pulled it on,