Page 9 of Snowed Inn For Christmas

When I walked into the kitchen, I stopped dead in my tracks.I tried to swallow, but my throat was suddenly dry as my heart hammered in my chest.

Standing at the kitchen island was Gage, sipping a cup of coffee as he looked at something on his phone.The problem wasn’t that he was absolutely the most gorgeous-looking man I had seen in a while—it was that he was standing there wearing nothing but a pair of low-hanging sweats that highlighted the deep V that my eyes were drawn to.

“Good morning,” he said, lifting his eyes for a split second to acknowledge me before returning his attention to his phone.

I folded my arms in front of my chest, attempting to hide my nipples that decided to say hello for me.I rolled my eyes and shook my head as I muttered something about how it would be a good morning if I weren’t being tortured by his fucking body as I walked past him.

“What was that?”he asked, looking over his shoulder as I rounded the corner of the island and stared at the coffee maker to keep from looking at him.

“I said, good morning,” I lied, forcing a smile as I glanced at him quickly before returning my focus to figuring out the fancy machine.

I wasn’t the kind of girl who spent a lot of money—or energy—on coffee, which meant that I had no idea how to make this stupid thing work.I just needed a plain, simple cup of coffee that could be poured from an old school carafe.My brows furrowed together as I stared at the buttons and tried to make sense of them.

“Need help?”he offered, his voice irritatingly soothing and slightly silky this morning.

I pressed my thighs together and scolded my vagina for trying to act like a damn fool.He’s asking about coffee—not if you’d like a good pounding.Which I would...

“Umm,” I cleared my throat as I began pressing random buttons.“No.I think I’ve got it.Thanks.”

He set his cup and phone down as he walked over and stood behind me.The heat of his body radiated off him and sent chills along my skin.I held my breath to keep from inhaling his scent, which was a combination of pine and citrus—something that made the urge to turn around and nuzzle my face in his splatting of chest hair almost too much to control.

“You have to select a cup size first,” he said as he reached forward, his arm brushing against my shoulder and sending another wave of chills across my skin.

I looked up at the ceiling and tried to ignore every instinct because my body was about to betray me any second now.

“How much do you want?”

My eyes widened as I watched his finger, so long and slender as it hovered over the buttons.I could imagine that finger teasing my body and bringing me immense pleasure as it rubbed my clit until I spasmed around it.

“Julie,” he said with a hint of humor in his tone while his other hand landed gently on my waist.“You okay?”

“Yeah,” I replied shakily.My body was on fire with need for this man, and he had barely even touched me.Not only that—it wasn’t even a sexual touch.It just showed how long it had been since I had any real affection or human touch and how badly my body craved it.

“How big do you want it?”

Shit.How big could he get it?I wasn’t trying to be a creep, but it wasn’t like his gray sweatpants were doing anything to hide the morning wood he was sporting when I walked in.He had to be a good eight to nine inches—if not more.And that was just length.I couldn’t tell for sure since I had just stolen a glance, but I was pretty confident that I saw a good amount of girth there, too.

“For your coffee, Julie,” he continued, giving my side a tender squeeze to get my attention.But if anything, it just made it worse.His hand was on my body, showing me how firm he could be with his touch, which only made me imagine him grabbing my ass or fondling my breasts.His body was so close to mine that I could feel the faint outline of said erection.

“I don’t think I need coffee this morning,” I muttered, too frustrated to try to figure this out.What I needed was a solid fifteen minutes by myself with my trusted rose.That always did the trick.

“Oh?What is that you need instead?”he asked, his words deliberate as he spun me around and pressed my back against the island, pinning me to it.

His dark eyes searched mine as he subtly licked his lips.I sucked in a sharp breath as I tried to calm the storm raging inside as my body begged him for relief.

“I don’t know,” I whispered breathlessly, trying to look away.

But then his hand slid up until his fingers pinched the bottom of my chin and forced me to look at him.

“You know there’s nothing in this world Iwon’tgive you, Julie,” he said as he licked his lips again.“All you have to do is say the word and I’ll make it happen.”

Fuck.Me.

No, seriously—fuck me.Right here.Right now.Forget the coffee and the storm raging outside, and just fuck me like I need to be fucked.

“It sounds like Daisy is up,” he said, cocking his head to the side as he heard something.He completely interrupted my thoughts as he stepped away and looked over his shoulder.“I’m going to go shower and clean up.Let me know what you girls would like for breakfast, and I’ll make it when I come back.”

The air whooshed out of me in a frustrated breath as I watched him turn around and leave.