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

down at me.
    “What’s up?”
    “I don’t want to fuck; I want us to make love. I want to be more than just a piece of ass to you. I want it to mean something; I want tonight to be special.”
    He laughs. “Darcy, you’ve got the wrong guy. I’m incapable of giving you or anyone love. I just fuck until I fall asleep, then get up in the morning and go home.”
    He bends down to retrieve his jersey boxers. I grab for his hand.
    “Please, Snow, I’ve waited so long for you and for this moment, can’t you just pretend?”
    I know that if we make love, he’ll see me as more than a fuck, more than a one-night stand. I can see his eyes as they wander over my naked body, and he bites the corner of his lip.
    “Okay, let’s say for tonight I can pretend…”
    His boxers drop from between his fingers.
    My heart beats so fast in my chest I’m unable to reply, but I sit up slightly and lift my arms. He bends his head, his eyes never leaving mine as I clasp my hands like a chain around his neck and hang on. There’s no subtly or softness as he lifts me, his fingers rough as they circle and press themselves around my ass. He leaves me no option but to clasp my legs around his waist. Wrapped up in one another, he walks us both towards the stairs and up. We reach the landing, and abruptly he turns, slamming me back against my bedroom door. I cry out, though it is from the pleasure of thinking about what’s to come. His mouth soon quashes my thoughts, and within a matter of seconds I lose myself in his moist kisses. Blindly I reach behind me, searching for the door handle, and with a quick turn we almost fall into the room.
    We are greeted by a dim light from my small bedside lamp, which I always leave on.
    “Scared of the dark?” he mocks.
    I roll my eyes. As if. I try to conjure up a witty reply as he strides towards my bed. He doesn’t place me down gently on the quilt cover, but throws me, and my head bounces into the soft feather pillow. He kneels beside me on the edge of the bed and then leans towards the lamp, which I presume he’s about to turn off. But instead he cracks it with the back of his hand. The bulb shatters, sending the room into darkness. I hear the lamp fall to the floor, but am unable to see. I can just about make out his silhouette as it moves towards the door, and I hear the catch click shut. I blink, losing his silhouette. Suddenly, my hands are forced above my head.
    “Darcy, open your legs. I’m going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked. In the morning you may be sore, but you’ll be begging for more.”
    “Snow, stop it,” I hiss. “I want you, but I want tonight to be special. Please, do as I ask will you? Make love to me.”
    I feel the release of his hands from my wrist. The hairs on my arms stand on end as his fingers stroke against my cheek.
    “You’re serious, aren’t you?”
    There’s a slight pause between us, until his voice breaks the silence.
    “You’re not like any girl I’ve been with.”
    “No, that’s because I’m not any girl, and you’re not just any guy.”
    “Okay, if that’s what you want.” Gently he lifts my leg and places it on his right shoulder. “Now close your eyes, Darc; this is a first for me, tonight you get your wish. I’ll make love to you.”
    He bends his head towards me. I feel his soft kisses, warm around my ankle; his tongue tickles my calf, and I can’t help letting out a girlish giggle as he works his way towards my thigh and my most intimate parts. God, what am I doing? My arms, my legs, my whole body tenses. I push him away. Straightening his arms, he lifts himself from me.
    “Darcy, what the fuck?”
    “Not there…”
    I clamp my thighs together.
    “Relax,” he tells me, prising them open. “This is for you to enjoy, remember? A bit of foreplay to moisten you up.”
    Oh God, nobody has ever kissed there before . I can feel my cheeks flush as he fumbles in the darkness, grabbing at my wrist and then moving my arm