Snow Days (The Hope Falls Series)

by Shawn, Melanie

  “Can you stay tonight?” he asked, pulling back so he could look in her eyes. His gaze looked hungry and she was pretty sure it wasn’t for dinner.

  “Yes. Amanda took Scooby for the night.” Amy felt her pulse jump in excitement at the thought of actually spending the entire night in Matt’s bed. “She didn’t ask why, but knowing Amanda, I’m sure she suspects something.”

  Amy wasn’t sure if she suspected something specifically with Matt or not, but luckily Amanda was a good friend and hadn’t asked any questions. She had, however, winked and told Amy to have fun at her sleepover. So yeah, she probably knew something was up.

  The buzzer on the oven dinged, and Matt gave Amy an all too brief kiss before grabbing an oven mitt, turning to lean down and pull out what looked and smelled like delicious baked chicken.

  “It smells amazing. Do you need help with anything?” Amy asked as she set down her overnight bag and pulled off her coat.

  “No I think I’ve got it all under contr—” Matt turned his head and stopped mid-sentence when he saw Amy. His eyes devoured her as they raked up and down her body.

  She knew she’d dressed a little more daring than normal in tight jeans, thigh-high boots, and a low-cut black sweater, but she honestly didn’t think she was wearing anything that would invoke quite such a severe response. He’d seen her naked so she really didn’t think some tight-fitting clothing would even be a blip on his radar.

  “Damn,” he breathed reverently.

  A flush crept up her cheeks, and she knew she might look silly, but she was grinning from ear to ear. The fact that she could garner that intense of a reaction from Matt made her feel good, sexy, empowered. Some of the interviews she’d conducted with her friends when they’d said that they’d felt the sexiest when their significant others just looked at them made complete sense now. At the time, she hadn’t been sure how that was possible. But now, seeing the way Matt was looking at her, she totally got it.

  Too bad he wasn’t her significant other.

  Slowly he turned his back to Amy, and she saw him retrieving aluminum foil from the kitchen drawer. His shirt pulled taut against his toned back as he removed a sheet and ripped it.

  Oookay, she thought. I guess the attention was definitely nice while it lasted.

  “Do you need some help with dinner?” Amy offered, suddenly feeling a little insecure at his complete and sudden disinterest.

  “No.” His voice sounded strained. Since his back was to her, she couldn’t see what he was doing, but she could hear the crinkling sound of the foil wrap.

  “Are you sure? I don’t mind.” She was beginning to feel like she might have done something wrong when he turned back around and she saw that he’d covered the chicken and left it sitting on the counter.

  “Dinner can wait,” he said as he strode powerfully towards her, quickly closing the space between them.

  Anticipation flooded her senses at his predatory gaze. “It can?” she whispered, unable to speak louder than that.

  “If you wanted dinner,” he growled as his strong arms wrapped around her, lifting her off the floor, “then you shouldn’t have worn that outfit.”

  Her arms and legs automatically flew around him. His hands squeezed and kneaded her backside, causing a rush of liquid heat at her center as he stalked down the dimly lit hall.

  Even though Amy was pretty sure she knew the answer to this question, she asked just in case, “Where are we going?”

  “To bed,” he stated firmly.

  Yes! That was exactly what she’d been hoping he’d say.

  Amy tried to control the quaking in her knees she already felt starting as Matt carried her back to the bedroom. If she were walking right now, she wasn't entirely sure that her knees would not be buckling out from under her. It was unbelievable to her how Matt's nearness was like a drug to her—in more ways than one. Not only did it give her physical sensations that were intense beyond belief, but it also influenced her behavior, spurring her to do things she never would have dreamed of doing in the past.

  If someone would've told her a year ago that she would be lying to her friends and family, sneaking around to meet a man she didn't want anyone in her life to find out about well—she simply would not have believed that of herself. But here she was, and that was exactly what she was doing. Beyond that, she barely felt any guilt or anxiety about what she was doing. That was pretty much the most shocking part of the whole thing, the thing she had found out about herself that surprised her most of all—she was putting herself first for once in her life so much so that the deception didn't bother her in the least.

  She leaned forward, separating the small distance between them, and sealed her lips to Matt with a roaring urgency. Matt immediately took control of the kiss with increased intensity, and Amy felt him pick up the pace on their trip down the hall to the bedroom. Ever since the last time that they had been naked and in bed together, Amy had been dreaming of the next time, anxiously awaiting it. Her body tingled with anticipation, and she found herself hardly able to believe that the occasion was finally here.

  When they finally reached the bedroom and Matt sat her down on the edge of the bed, he reached down to pull her sweater up over her head, but she put her hands on his wrists to stop him. She looked up into his eyes and smiled with more self-assurance than she even knew she possessed. "Nope," she said mischievously. "It’s my turn."

  Matt looked slightly puzzled at her words, but his puzzlement turned to lust as he began to understand her meaning. She stood and began to peel off the pieces of his clothing one by one, slowly, sensuously, taking her time and kissing the newly exposed skin as she did away with each of his garments.

  Amy reveled in the sensation of Matt stroking her hair as she worked on his clothing. God, she loved it when he ran his fingers through her hair. She didn't understand why it felt so amazing. Theoretically, the feeling of his fingers in her hair should not be any different than that of her own fingers in her hair, her hairstylist's, or even the tines of a hairbrush. But theory held no weight in reality where this was concerned. When Matt brushed his fingers through her silky hair, it sent sensations racing through her body that nothing else did. It was erotic. Sensual.

  She felt a small niggling of anxiety as the ever present voice in the back of her head whispered to her that she should enjoy it while she could, because she had no true hold on Matt. He did not belong to her, and she could just as easily lose all of this. There were no guarantees, because she and Matt were technically not in a relationship—or anything even approaching it.

  But she did her best to still that tiny voice and just live in the moment. To the best of her ability shut that voice down because she wanted to enjoy whatever experiences with Matt she might have to the fullest and not have them tainted by worrying about the future.

  When she'd finally removed every single piece of clothing from Matt's gorgeous body and discarded them in a pile on his bedroom floor, she looked up into his eyes intently and then dropped to her knees in front of him. He moaned and held her head with both of his hands as she took him into her mouth. There was something so indescribably erotic, so empowering, about being in such control. He was putty in her hands, literally—well...her hands and mouth, to be exact.

  As she moved her head up and down along the length of his shaft, she marveled at the way she felt him grow stiffer within her mouth. Every movement of her head, every swipe of her tongue against his hot silken flesh, every extra bit of suction or pressure she applied seemed to make him grow weaker in the knees—but stronger where it counted. Reaching up, she gripped the back of his strong thighs for leverage.

  This time, Matt did not have to tell her when he was reaching the brink of ecstasy. Honestly, she did not know if he would have been capable of it. She had initially decided to commit to this course of action—stripping him down and getting on her knees in front of him fully clothed—because of how he had initially reacted to seeing her in the outfit she was wearing. She figure
d that, if he was that turned on by the clothes she had on, she might as well take advantage of that. Well, it had definitely worked, because as she manipulated him with her mouth, he was more turned on and lost in sensation than she'd ever seen him. She could sense it in every tremulous movement of his fingers on her head, every groan that escaped from his throat, and every fiery glint in his eye as he watched her do her work.

  Still, this time, when he got close to reaching climax, Amy recognized the signs. She was more experienced now than she had been during their last encounter, and she was a quick learner. She had been paying close attention last time, and she put what she remembered to good use. She recognized the change in the quality of his groans, the quickening in the way his shaft twitched against her tongue, and the increased desperation with which he grasped her hair by the handful.

  Wanting to draw the encounter out longer, she stopped while he was still on the brink. She pushed back from him and stood, grabbing a condom in its wrapper from where she saw a few lying on his bedside table. Infusing the operation with the maximum amount of erotic energy, making her movements slow and sensuous, and maintaining eye contact from under hooded lids, she took the latex disk out of its packaging and slowly unrolled it down his length.

  She gave him a playful yet firm shove on the chest so that he sat on the edge of the bed before she took a couple of steps back. Without saying a word, she ran her hands over her own body, starting with threading her fingers through her hair and then moving slowly down the length of her torso and legs, bending over in the process. When she was completely bent over, she sexily unzipped her boots and tossed them aside then stood and completed a sensual and drawn-out striptease.

  She'd never imagined herself as the sort of woman who would have the talent to be a stripper. She didn't think of herself as being sensual enough, as having the kind of instincts that would allow her to move her body in a way that would excite men. However, for an audience of one—Matt—she found that her instincts kicked in quite nicely.

  She innately knew exactly what to do. Every movement of her hands, of her hips, was effortless and instinctual. She could tell by the look on Matt's face that her performance was having the desired effect. In fact, at a few points during her striptease, he reached his hand up to touch her, a look of absolute awe and lust on his face, but she always moved just out of his reach. There would be plenty of time for him to touch her later, but that time had not yet arrived.

  When she'd reach the end and was every bit as naked as he was, she walked up to him and stood between his knees. She leaned down and began to kiss him fervently, shattering as she felt his hands move up her body from her thighs to her waist, over her ass, up to her breasts, where they cupped and massaged her and then roamed back down again. She didn't think she had ever felt such satisfaction as she did when she heard the small, primal moans that escaped from Matt as he moved his strong hands all over her soft and supple skin.

  It seemed that, wherever his fingers roamed, they left a burning trail of fire on her skin she could still feel even long after his eager hands had moved on to another part of her body. Before too long, it seemed that he had touched her on every inch of her exposed skin, her entire body becoming nothing but one gigantic burning flame, ignited and stoked by his demanding touch.

  She loved it while, at the same time, it stoked that familiar insatiable need to get as close to Matt as she possibly could. This was a need she had learned from experience that there was but one way to satisfy and that was to have Matt buried inside of her. She held out for as long as she could, wanting to draw the encounter out—never wanting it to end—but eventually she simply could not ignore her burning desire any longer. She had to feel the length of him embedded deep in her core.

  When she could take the sweet agony no longer, she pushed him back onto the bed and straddled him. She looked into his eyes as she lowered herself slowly onto him. She watched the intensity in his eyes as he stared at their intimate joining, watching her as she took him in, inch by inch, until the entire long and hard length of him was completely inside of her. She waited there for a moment, breathing heavily, squeezing him with her inner walls and loving the feeling of being completely filled up by him.

  When she couldn’t take the sweet aching need any longer, she began to move her hips back and forth in a steady rhythm. Matt reached up and slid his large palms over her hips, guiding her movements and her pace. Whoa! That felt so incredibly erotic. His strong hands wrapped around her small waist made her feel so tiny, so well-protected by Matt, and his gentle guidance in her movements gave her incredible satisfaction, knowing that he was helping her to use her body in the way that would give them both the most pleasure possible.

  Oh, lordy, yes...she wanted to do everything in her power to give him as much pleasure as she conceivably could. Giving him pleasure, taking her own... She had never actually known that life could be boiled down to something so simple, so primal—and that it could be so damn good when it was.

  Because this, right here, was definitely the best thing that had ever happened to Amy in her entire life, and she was happier than she could ever remember being. Ever. So simple but so powerful at the same time.

  She was happy. For the first time in her life, she was quite simply, quite uncomplicatedly...happy.

  She knew that it wasn't just the sex, or the orgasms, that was making her happy—although they sure didn't hurt on that count. No, it was the closeness, the connection. It was Matt himself. He was the glowing source of the warmth that was lighting her from within with the simple, basic, but ever-so-fulfilling thing she had not even realized was what she had been needing when she’d begun her journey of discovery—happiness.

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  Matt couldn't believe how good it felt to be inside Amy. The first time they had slept together, he had almost been in shock at the overwhelming sense of pleasure—pleasure so intense that it had taken away his awareness of anything beyond the tiny bubble of intensity their bodies had created between the two of them. After all, the first time you have sex after a five year break, well…yeah, it makes sense that your body is going to have a pretty extreme reaction to the sensation.

  But here he was, making love to her again after a relatively short period of time, and the sensations he was experiencing were, if anything, even more intense than they had been the last time. If he had to analyze it, he would say that the concentration of pleasure he had felt last time as he drove into her was focused mainly to the part of his body that was engulfed inside of her. This time, it seemed that the sensations, while still just as intense, were actually migrating outward to his entire body.

  One of the things Matt was loving this time around was how connected he felt to Amy as he stared into her breathtakingly beautiful blue eyes. God, it was ratcheting up the eroticism by a gigantic margin. Those eyes of hers were so incredibly expressive. He could read every sensation she was feeling in any part of her body by watching the fire that flicked across the windows of her eyes.

  Just as that thought crossed his mind, Amy’s head fell back as her hips began thrusting against him harder and faster. He took the opportunity to feast his eyes on her incredible body as she rode him. The undulation of her hips caused her belly muscles to tighten and roll in the most captivating and sexy ways, and her perfect, round breasts bounced up and down as she moved her body in rhythm to his answering thrusts.

  Not only that, but her skin was slick and shining with a thin sheen of sweat, giving her creamy olive skin a luminous glow. He moved his hands up and down over her damp belly and breasts as she rode him, his fingers slipping easily over her hard nipples, causing her to groan.

  He watched, entranced, as one small bead of sweat made its way from her collarbone down the exotic valley between her breasts, and at that point, he simply could not stand it anymore. Without breaking their bodies' contact where he was buried inside of her, he sat up and wrapped his arms around her back, pulling her closer and taking her nipples in his
mouth as she continued to move on him. He felt her inner walls milk his shaft with each illicit stroke, his entire body engulfed in a pulsing urgency.

  Matt’s arms protectively encircled Amy, firmly holding her in place as he rocked his hips against her. She arched to meet each possessive thrust, quickly finding their perfect erotic rhythm. He pulled her plump mounds into his mouth, teasing her with the suctioning swirl of his tongue around her taut peaks, nipping them with his teeth. Her hands fisted in his hair as tremors radiated through her body.

  He loved the explosive way her body responded to him. He loved the sounds she made when he touched her, kissed her, made love to her. He was starting to care about Amy in a way he didn't quite understand and a way, if he were being honest with himself, he had to admit scared him a little bit.

  It had been so long since he had touched a woman, yes. He had been prepared for the shock of their bodies meeting, for how it would feel different than before, and for how it might feel the same. But what he had not been prepared for—what he had not even considered, as a matter of fact—was the intensity of their connection. It was so much more powerful than he could have ever prepared himself for.

  To put it simply, Amy had gotten inside his head—and inside his heart. And he wasn't sure if he was going to be able to get her out anytime soon. He wasn't sure if he even wanted to. What the ramifications were of that admission, he did not know and did not want to think about right now. No, right now he simply wanted to be with Amy and make love to her...and worry about the rest later.

  “Oh!” she gasped in his ear, bringing him back to the present. “Oh, Matt, that feels…so good! I need… I want to…”

  Knowing exactly what she needed, Matt tore his mouth away from the hard peaks of her nipples. He leaned back so there was a little bit of space between their bodies. Slipping his hand down between them, he began brushing his finger over her pleasure button. The second he touched her there, he felt the resultant spasms crash through her inner walls of her tight heat. He looked up so that his eyes were locked with hers as he worked his thumb in small circles around the distended nub, savoring every glint of passion and fire that flashed through those amazing blue eyes.