Page 21 of Snowbound

I stare at her and wonder if she’s thinking what I am.

“You’re beautiful, you know,” I whisper.

“Are youflirtingwith me?”

My voice is husky and low. “I—of course I am. I’ve got you alone. There’s no one here to stop us now.”

“I suppose our parents did what they thought was right,” she says.

“But it wasn’t, was it?”

She shakes her head and whispers, “No.”

I rest my hand on her thigh.

“You say you’re blocked from writing a romance novel, hmm?” I swallow hard, licking my lips.

She does the same, then nods. “Yes.”

“Good,” I say, my voice quiet but sure. “I’m confident I know how to unblock you.”

Heat simmers between us. And then—ding—the kitchen timer goes off.

The lights flicker off, then back on again. Snow is piled against the windows, thick and heavy.

We’re snowed in. Completely.

“There’s no way I’m getting back to my cabin tonight,” I murmur.

“Oh,” she says, her lips curling into a knowing smile. “Pity.”

I lean in. “Looks like you’re mine for a little while, aren’t you?”

She swallows. “Yes.”

“I imagine if your husband’s been fucking another woman,” I say, my voice dark, “it’s been a long time since anyone’s taken care of you that way, hmm?”

Her pupils dilate, and her breath catches.

“Come here.”

I reach for her and pull her into my lap.

She nestles right there—her perfect arse pressed against my cock, hard and aching beneath her.

I cage her in with my arms, bracing her on either side. Then, I lean in, my mouth brushing her ear.

“I’m thinking of a thousand ways to unblock you, lass.”

“Oh god,” she whispers. “Owen…”

I tilt her chin and make her look at me.

“Aye,” I whisper. “A thousand ways. And we’ll start with the first one.”

CHAPTER EIGHT

Emma