“We might be snowed in for days,” he said, his eyes fluttering shut for a second as she traced her way downward, following his narrow happy trail. “And nobody’s on the clock here.”

She hesitated at the waistband of his joggers, her nipples so hard, they hurt. “Ian…”

“God, I love the way you say my name.”

Just the rumble of his words was enough to make her clit quiver with anticipation, but he still didn’t make a single move to touch her. She knew why. He wanted her to make the first move, to have control, to show him just how much she wanted him. The moment was as empowering as it was sexually frustrating.

“Ian, please.” She hooked her fingers in the waistband of his joggers. “I wanna get really hot.”

Cupping the back of her head, he dipped his head lower, his mouth centimeters from hers, hovering there above her so close, she could feel him even without actually touching him. Another opportunity to back out? To run? It didn’t matter, because she wasn’t going anywhere right now. It only took the slightest move to press her lips to his in a kiss, and she let herself fall back into the delicious pleasure of it all.

Chapter Six

Chapter Six

Kissing Shelby hadn’t been part of Ian’s plan after their impromptu snowball fight. He was supposed to get dressed, give her space, and wait for the roads to clear so he could be the one to drive away from the cabin hideaway. He’d gotten a look at the tires on her car when he’d walked outside with the shovel. They were as bald as his first juniors coach, who’d gotten cans of car wax every Christmas as a gag gift from the team.

Dammit, Ian had been trying to be a gentleman, to make up for being such an asshole to her before. And yeah, he’d been on a mission to save himself from doing just this because there was no way it was a good idea. But she tasted so sweet, and when she made that soft moan and parted her lips, he was fucking gone. Hands skimming the slightly round curve of her ass, he cupped it and pulled her tight against him, taking her down to the rug in front of the fireplace, settling her so she straddled his lap. The teasing heat of her through the thin, stretchy material of her yoga pants pressing against his hard cock under his joggers wasn’t nearly enough. He needed more. He needed all of her.

She broke the kiss, her lips swollen and her eyes hazy as she tugged up her shirt, yanking it off and letting it fall to the floor. He let out a harsh hiss of breath. She was bare underneath, the tips of her firm tits hardened to pink points.