Never Been Snow Lucky (Snowed Inn Romance)

Chapter 8

8

JACK

S pending the night with Iris in my arms was an experience that I would happily do every damn day. Even with the power going out, although we barely felt the impact since the inn’s generators kicked in as expected.

With the slopes closed and no skiers on the mountain this morning, I didn’t have to rush out of bed. Raven had been joking about me being on Santa’s nice list, but I couldn’t imagine anything better than getting this time with Iris. She was every one of my Christmas wishes wrapped in a sexy package.

And it only got better when she woke up and burrowed closer to me, her hand stroking down my side as she mumbled, “Morning.”

“You sleep good, angel?”

“Mm hmm,” she hummed, her cheek brushing against my chest when she nodded.

“Merry Christmas Eve.”

She leaned her head back to smile up at me. “Oh, my gosh! I can’t believe I forgot it’s Christmas Eve. Do you think we could bake some cookies today? There’s premade dough in the fridge and all sorts of decorating supplies. I thought my mom had gone overboard with everything she ordered, but now that we’re stranded in our own little snowy bubble and can’t go outside, I’m extremely grateful for her tendency to be extra while we’re on vacation.”

I patted my stomach. “I appreciated the variety of supplies last night.”

“And I’m sure they’ll come in handy this morning, too.” She trapped her bottom lip between her teeth. “Maybe we could make pancakes or French toast for breakfast?”

I tugged her lip free, stroking my thumb over the spot she’d bitten. “Two of my favorites, but I think I need a little something before I get out of bed.”

“Like what?” she asked, feminine curiosity gleaming in her dark orbs.

I slowly lowered my head, giving her the chance to understand what was about to happen before I claimed her mouth in a deep kiss. Instead of objecting, she twined her arms around my neck and pressed closer, her lips parting when my tongue swept between them.

Kissing Iris was more thrilling than getting first tracks on fresh powder. She was addicting, so much so I forgot all about her being injured until she winced against my mouth.

“Shit,” I muttered, trying to scoot back, but she pulled me closer with her good hand, shaking her head.

“No, it’s okay. I just bent my wrist the wrong way, but it’s fine. Really.”

“I don’t want to hurt you, angel.” I slid my hand to her cheek and rubbed my thumb over her jawline.

“I don’t think you ever could.”

I wanted to keep kissing her. To feel every part of her. But I knew at our current angle, it definitely wouldn’t help her wrist or swelling.

I wouldn’t ever do anything to betray the trust shining from her pretty brown eyes, but then I had another idea.

“Lie back, and put your arms up on the headboard,” I commanded, sitting up and tugging the covers back.

“Um, why?” she asked, blinking up at me. Even in the pale, morning light of the room, I could still see the flecks of gold in her dark brown orbs, adding depth to the color.

I smiled, straddling her hips as she took a sharp intake of breath. “You need to keep your wrist elevated. You don’t want any swelling.”

“Oh, right,” she said, her voice trailing.

“But don’t worry, I’ll help distract you from the pain,” I murmured, leaning down and kissing the bare skin where her shirt rose, showing off her stomach.

“Is that so?” she quipped, a thread of humor in her voice.

Keeping my gaze on hers, I slowly pulled her pajama pants down, trailing my kisses along her thighs until I tugged her panties to her ankles too. When I didn’t see any sign of hesitation, I glanced down at her bare pussy, which was already wet and waiting. But I didn’t go right for it. Slowly I kissed each thigh, keeping our eyes locked and reveling in how she shivered under my touch.

My cock was already rock hard, and we’d barely done anything yet, but I wanted nothing more than to taste her.

Sliding just the tip of my tongue down her entrance, I watched as goose bumps popped up along the creamy skin of her thighs.

“This helping the pain go away?” I asked.

She nodded slowly, not saying a word as she watched me.

I took my time slowly stroking just her outer lips with my tongue, letting her thighs relax before tugging her pants and undies over her feet and tossing them to the side.

She was so fucking beautiful.

So raw for me.

I wanted nothing more than to taste her as she came on my tongue.

“Wait,” she whispered, putting her good hand over her bare pussy.

I didn’t want to stop. My cock was begging me not to, but I held my chin up, meeting her gaze.

“Before we go any further, I have to tell you something.”

Every muscle in my body locked as several possibilities ran through my brain. I had a difficult time getting the words out, but I forced myself to mutter, “It better not be that you have a boyfriend.”

She laughed, but there was no humor to it. “No, nothing like that. But I…um…”

She bit her bottom lip.

I moved her hand from her pussy and intertwined our fingers. “Angel, whatever it is you can tell me.”

She sighed, looking up at the ceiling. “I’ve never done this before.”

“Never had someone eat your pussy?”

Her face reddened. “Not just that but anything sexual. I’m a virgin.”

“A virgin?” I echoed, my brain trying to catch up to my impossibly hard dick in processing that information.

She let out a deep breath. “And I know I’m sorry if that’s a turnoff, but I can grab my clothes right now and go sleep on the couch.”

I took my hand, cupping her chin and forcing her to look down at me. “Angel, are you telling me I get to be the first man to make you come?”

“Yes,” she squeaked, a beautiful pink color tinting her cheeks.

“Then let me show you how good I can make you feel. Let me be the first,” I said, moving my hand from her chin and trialing it down her stomach. “No sex tonight, but I am going to taste you again. Is that okay?”

She nodded slowly as I moved our intertwined hands.

Spreading her legs wider, I took my time, kissing just her pussy lips again before slowly diving my tongue inside her wet folds.

She gasped just from the little touch, her thighs shivering around me.

If she was going to be ready soon for my big cock, I knew she’d need more.

Slowly, I hooked a finger inside her, swirling it in the same motion I used my tongue on her clit. She bucked hard against me, her breathing ragged as she gripped my hair with her good hand.

Her orgasm came hard and fast, and I lapped up every inch of her, tasting her salty sweetness. But I wasn’t done yet. I kept going, ready to feel her come again as I added another finger, stretching her tight pussy to fit it.

She bucked harder, the whole bed shaking with us as I sucked on her clit as the next orgasm took over. Then I kissed slowly down her thighs and lips, letting her come down from her climax, listening to her heavy breathing.

“Does your wrist feel any better?” I asked with a cocky grin.

“Much.” She returned my smile, her cheeks still filled with that pretty pink color. “My orgasm did more good than all of the ibuprofen I’ve taken so far.”

I wagged my brows. “And unlike the pain pills, I have a never-ending supply of orgasms. You want another, just let me know, and I’ll give it to you.”

Heat flared in her eyes again, and she bit her bottom lip. “What about you?”

My reaction to Iris was more explosive than the dynamite I used for avalanche control. I pressed her right palm against my rock-hard cock. “As much as I’d love for you to help me take care of this, that’s gonna have to wait at least another day. Your well-being is my number one priority. If your wrist improves as much over the next twenty-four hours as it has already, then it’s on.”