A Summer With Snow (Frosted Seasons #1) Read Free Page A

Snow, you just don’t want to hear.”
    There’s a momentary pause between us, as if his eyes are burning into mine, but it’s much more than that, and goes far deeper than I could ever imagine, so much so that I hold my breath. Without warning he releases my face, and my head bounces off the cushion below. His lips crash down, pushing with force against my teeth. His knees press into my sides and I struggle to open my mouth, allowing his tongue to slip inside. My God, I’m actually kissing him. As he makes ten years of dreams into a reality, every part of me trembles.
    It’s a pleasurable shudder I release as his open-mouthed kiss lingers. Almost without realising it, I’m undoing the remaining buttons of his shirt. My fingers glide across his chest; his muscles are like hard knots, his torso like a continual wave, and then something stops me. The buckle of his belt is locked through the waistband of his trousers. I press my body into his; his fingers are warm as I feel them caressing my knee, before wandering up towards my thigh. He slips my dress up to my panties. My fingers fumble with the zip of his trousers. Our lips seem to fight to keep us together, but for a brief second he pulls away.
    “Darcy, are you sure this is what you want?” he whispers.
    Lowering my eyes, I nod, and it’s as if our lips have never been apart. I stroke the top of his head as it moves down to rest between my breasts, and for a moment I lose the feel of his hands. Then I hear a tear of material as he rips my dress from me like it is no more than tissue paper. He arches my back with his hands and whips the material from beneath me, allowing it to fall to the floor, lost from view.
    “Lift up,” I tell him, and he kneels astride me.
    I lean into him, placing kiss after kiss on his chest, and then pull the arms of his shirt from his shoulders. Letting the soft cotton drop down his arms, like a snake he wriggles free. With my index finger I trace the outline of letters that form part of a small tattoo that I imagine to rest directly over his heart.
    “Snow, who’s Summer?” I can’t help but ask, though he offers no answer.
    “Turn over,” he utters.
    I giggle and roll towards the back cushions of the settee, muffling my laughter. He lifts himself off me, stands and rolls me over with his hands. Lying on my stomach, I bury my chin into the soft cushion and from the corner of my eye watch his trousers being lowered to the floor. My gaze takes in every inch of his hardening male form, my eyes fixed on his erection; what I see doesn’t disappoint. He crouches down beside me and positions himself centrally between my thighs. I feel his warm breaths float across my skin as he teases my panties down the length of my legs with his teeth. He pauses, tugging them over my open toes, once again his moist tongue on the move. I can feel as it licks in circular motions up the length of my leg to my thigh. I flinch as it runs over the cheek of my ass.
    “It tickles,” I giggle.
    I pull up my legs and tense, but they soon straighten as I feel the weight of Snow’s body, light at first as he lies over me, then I’m crushed into the fibres of the settee as I take his body weight. I can feel his teeth grazing the lobe of my ear.
    “Open up to me, Darcy, open your legs.”
    I can feel his hard length pressing into my back. Teasingly I wriggle my ass, and, as requested, allow my inner thighs to part, leaving a nice gap between them for him to enter.
    His fingers work their way up to my neck, weaving themselves through my hair as he removes every metal pin from between strands, releasing my dark tresses. I shake my head from side to side so that it fans out around my shoulders.
    “I love your hair loose,” he groans into my ear as he bunches it between his fingers. “It will give me something to grab hold of when we fuck.”
    I snap my legs together and my body tenses beneath him. His weight has gone and I roll over onto my side. He is looking