Free Love Story for a Snow Princess (Siren Publishing Classic) by Beth D. Carter Page A

his gaze, enjoying the tingling sensations dancing over her nerve endings.
    He made her feel alive.
    Paden set the can of beer to the side and walked around the island to her. Her eyes widened with each step he took. When he reached her, he hooked his hands under her arms and urged her to sit upon the countertop. He maneuvered himself between her thighs. She could feel him, bold and hard straining against his pants as he settled against her. She reached to hold onto his shoulders as his hands sank into her hair to pull her mouth to his.
    His lips crushed hers, his tongue sweeping in to capture hers. It wasn’t a sweet kiss, or even a nice kiss. It was raw. It was deep and wet and filled with need.
    A tad too hot. A bit too intense.
    Like strawberries dipped in honey.
    She kissed him back.
    Putting a little push into it, she attacked his lips, giving back what he gave to her. Her sudden amorous assault seemed to surprise him. Paden pulled back to look at her, his eyes now dark with suppressed passion.
    Her lips were swollen and she licked them, tasting as much of his flavor as she could. He gave a strangulated groan and pulled her into him, crushing her body into his.
    He bent her slightly backward until her breasts pushed into his chest. He ran one hand down her chest, starting at her neck to unbutton the row of buttons, one after another. The flannel material parted, showing her thermal under top. His searching fingers tugged the shirt from her pants to find her skin. Her belly quivered from his skimming touch. His fingers trailed upward, grazing the curve of her breasts and tracing along the fullness until he found her sensitive nipples. The nubs instantly turned pebble hard, producing an ache that spiraled down deep into her womb. She shifted her hips, the seam of her pants rubbing hard into her clit. The combination of his heady scent and the pressure against her pussy was enough to make her panties wet.
    Paden yanked off her shirt and his mouth followed, feasting upon her breasts as if he were starving. He sucked them one nipple in, lavishing it before moving to the other, leaving her begging for more.
    She wanted to be closer to him, wanted to wrap herself around him until he was buried so far in her pussy that they became one. So she pushed him far enough away to hop onto the counter. Paden flung his body between her thighs and she wrapped her legs around his waist.
    She felt him throbbing at the juncture of her thighs, rubbing against the rough jean material. Even through layers she felt his heat, his hardness, made her dizzy with need. It was nothing short of exquisite torture, wanting him closer yet being restricted by the clothing. She started tugging at his clothes, needing to feel his skin against hers.
    But as soon as her knuckle grazed his stomach, Paden tore himself away from her. Dazed, she lay there for a moment, uncomprehending. He panted, his eyes wide with panic.
    “Get out of here!” he yelled at her.
    That woke her up enough from her sexual euphoria to sit up.
    “Paden? What’s wrong?” she asked breathlessly.
    “Didn’t you hear me? Get out of here!” he snarled. The tone frightened her. She scampered off the counter and hurriedly put her top back on before backing away from him.
    But he apparently had no desire to touch her again. Instead he pushed past her into the front room to grab her coat, flinging it at her.
    “Go on!” he grated. “Go, Panthea.”
    Then he stormed away from her, heading down the hallway, past the kitchen and into one of the back rooms where he slammed the door shut. Tears pricked her eyes. The abruptness of his temper left her a bit shell-shocked and wondering the hell just happened.
    She redressed, her hands trembling. She bundled up for the cold night air and took one last look at Paden’s beautiful home, then closed the door behind her. As she drove back to Miki’s place, the tears finally fell, turning to ice upon her face.

Chapter Twelve
     
    He didn’t show