Snowy Mountain Nights by Lindsay Evans Page B

it. The fire seemed to claim her just as swiftly until their mouths were fused together, their breaths meshed. His pulse felt as if it would jump out of his throat at any moment.
    He’d had his share of lovers, but no woman had ever burned passion in him so completely, had ever made him want to drop to his knees and worship and kiss her every inch up and then down again.
    â€œI want to make love to you.” He murmured the words into her throat, his hands fisted in the thick bounty of her hair.
    â€œI thought that’s what you were already doing?”
    Garrison smiled against her skin. Needing no further invitation, he peeled the clothes from her body, enjoying the slow unwrapping.
    He hissed in soft surprise at the beauty he uncovered. The lace of ivy curled from her arm, around her biceps to her shoulder. Black ink on brown skin. A stunning work of art that covered one shoulder blade like the remaining wing of a fallen angel, the scattering leaves in a swirling pattern across her back and one hip.
    Reyna sat, naked, on the plush white rug while the firelight played over her soft skin. Her fox eyes watched him, unblinking.
    â€œYou take my breath away,” he said.
    Color rose in her cheeks again. “It’s okay. You don’t have to say that. I’m already going to let you into my pants.”
    Amusement and desire warred in him. How could she make him want her so powerfully and also want to laugh at the same time?
    â€œNow it’s your turn.” Reyna jerked her chin toward his still-clothed body.
    Garrison quickly lifted, unzipped and tugged until he was as naked as she was. Her gaze touched him everywhere, from his shoulders, down to his chest, his stomach. Her eyes lingered at his hips, on the proof of his desire for her. She licked her lips, and her tongue flicked out to touch her upper lip. The sight of it sent a bolt of pure desire through him.
    â€œCome here,” she murmured.
    He came.
    Hard body. Hard intentions. The fire of his lust propelled him into her waiting arms. He wasn’t sure what he’d done in his life to deserve the pleasure of her body, the gift of her desire, but he was grateful. Their tongues tangled again, her hands roving his back, his hips, inciting him. They only had a few hours of pleasure to share, but abruptly, he wanted more.
    He wanted a whole weekend, even an entire month, of nights like this with Reyna. Those thoughts should have troubled him, but instead, they resonated with a sense of rightness.
Of course
he wanted her. She had been on the periphery of his life for nearly five years now, affecting his work. It only made sense that she was here, in the center of his personal life, sharing pleasure, and soon, sharing his bed. She touched the source of his desire, and he groaned into her hot throat. His thoughts scattered. His tenuous control broke.
    In moments, she was beneath him on the rug before the fire, her back arching as he bit her throat and thumbed the firm peaks of her breasts. Her flesh was miraculously female, soft as silk and as necessary as air. Reyna gripped the back of his neck when he settled his mouth on her breast.
    â€œOh...”
    He worshipped her body. Telling her with his mouth and hands how much he wanted her, how much he desired her, that the world beyond the door of his cabin didn’t matter. Not for many hours yet. She writhed beneath him. Loveliness. Responsive. Stroking his body, digging her nails into his back.
    Her thighs fell open to receive him, and Garrison groaned. The scent of her sex was like perfume, weaving in the air around him, pulling him deeper into the magic of her. He stroked her welcoming flesh. She was damp and plump, ready for him. She moaned his name, arched her glistening breasts to the ceiling while he caressed her wetly, and she sang her song of desire and pleasure for him.
    Her nails scratched his shoulders. Her sex clutched fiercely at his fingers. Her face was all beauty, her eyes