Snow and Seduction (A Holiday Romance)

by Evelyn Moreau

  He had something else she could put on her spoon. Something warm and full of thick cream. She could lick and slurp to her heart’s content. His jeans tightened, threatening to suffocate his dick.

  He lifted a carrot to his mouth. “Congrats on the WitTech case by the way. I meant to tell you that the last time I saw you but Dumb and Dumber zapped up all our attention.”

  That earned him a chuckle. Not a laugh, just a noncommittal chuckle.

  “You seeing anybody?” He couldn’t have stopped his mouth from asking the question if he tried. There was no point beating around the bush.

  Her eyes rolled to the back of her head. “Where would I find the time?”

  “Fair enough. Career always did come first with you.”

  “And what about you? Still the city’s most eligible bachelor?” she asked him, moving from mashed potatoes to her carrots.

  He met her eyes. “Someone’s been reading Page Six trash.”

  She shrugged. “Hard to ignore when your face was on the cover. Stop dodging the question.”

  “I’m single.”

  She raised an eyebrow at him. “I’m surprised. I thought you’d be married with kids by now.”

  He thought so too. Luke thought of the last few women he’d dated. Each one had been a knock-out in the looks department. Exactly none of them had been special.

  They weren’t Kennedy. He shook his head, clueless as to how that thought fired off in hs brain. He did not mean that.

  He picked up his wine glass but cleared his throat first. “I’ve dated and played the field. Tried my hand at a few relationships. Nothing works out for too long. It always feels like something is missing.”

  “Interesting.” She looked pleased. Relieved was probably a better word. He found her reaction curious. She kept right along moaning and masticating as he stared at her.

  “I missed that.” Shit. He hadn’t meant to say that out loud.

  “Missed what?” she asked between bites.

  He decided honesty was the best policy. What was the worst thing that could happen? “Watching you gobble down food. It always turned me on.”

  “Well, the show is over. All finished,” she said, showing him her plate then heading out of the room.

  This was supposed to be a retreat, a reprieve from the real world yet, here was his number one stressor in the glorious flesh. Outfitted in skin-tight white jeans and white long-sleeve sweater, Kennedy looked like an angel.

  Yes, this could work to his advantage. Being honest with himself, he wanted her. Desperately. Her silky skin melded to his, sticky with sweat and remnants of his kisses all over her body. His mind raced with possibilities.

  Illogically, his dick wanted was a repeat performance from years ago. Another chance to relive some of the best sex he’d had in his life.

  One night and he’d be over it. Over her. That’s a lie. Okay, three nights with her. Still a lie. Fine. He wanted her sweet body for the entire week.

  He cleared his throat. Get ahold of yourself.

  Luke imagined that this was what addiction felt like. One taste and his world would be righted. Another hit, and he’d be satisfied. Before his thoughts spun out of control, he focused on why he was here at the cabin.

  This was a competition with a sweet cash prize at the end. He didn’t necessarily need said sweet cash, but still, it was a competition. One that he would win. A game. Nothing more, nothing less.

  He slammed his fist down. Fuck that. It couldn’t be sheer coincidence that they were back in each other’s lives. That they were stuck in a remote cabin with only each other? That was only the sticky, thick, icing on the cake. Opening up another bottle of wine, Luke was determined to set his plan in motion.

  Seven days. 168 hours. Over 10,000 minutes.

  That’s how long he had to seduce Kennedy. Despite her chilly reception, he was optimistic. Or possibly delusional.

  All he knew was that this opportunity was a blessing in disguise. A single chance that he wouldn’t waste. He had a shot at mind-blowing sex. Maybe more. He wouldn’t fuck this up.

  They both might be predators, but a barracuda was no match for a starving shark.

  Chapter 10

  Kennedy was too wired to sleep. Normally, she’d focus her anxious energy into work but since her phone had been confiscated, she was stuck staring at the ceiling of her room.

  Trapped for seven days in a wonderfully romantic winter chalet with a sexy man? All the signs pointed to only one conclusion. This was a set up. She made a mental note to add “killing best friend” to her to-do list.

  Tonight, she couldn’t blame her insomnia on work. Tossing in the bed, she found herself thinking of golden, muscular flesh.

  Dinner had been an exercise in restraint. Managing to keep her hands to herself for the meal should have put her in contention for sainthood.

  He’d changed since their struggling law school days. Everything about him had simply ripened and matured. His shoulders looked broader. His face more chiseled. Lips looked naturally fuller, perfectly kissable. All of that gorgeousness wrapped up in a tight t-shirt and jeans was enough to make her drool.

  She checked her pillow, she really did drool.

  Only a little bit though.

  Try as she might, there was an unavoidable familiar spark of animal magnetism between them. The harder she tried to push Luke out of her thoughts, the more impossible it became.

  She pulled open a book to distract her. When that didn’t work, she did a few push-ups before quickly remembering how much she detested the dreadful exercise.

  She sniffed the air.

  Food.

  It smelled so good her mouth watered and her senses tingled. Led by her nose, she ended up walking downstairs to the kitchen. Reaching the entrance way, she peeked around the corner. Her curious eyes bounced over the room before skidding to a stop.

  Kennedy licked her lips. A naked broad back greeted her. Her eyes moved down, lazily, following the ridge of his spine as it tapered to a narrow waist. The pièce de résistance was the pair of dark gray sweatpants hanging precariously low off his hips.

  “Too afraid to come out of hiding?” he called over his shoulder.

  She cleared her throat and walked into the kitchen.

  “How’d you know it was me?” she asked, clutching her robe together.

  From under thick lashes, flecks of blue zoomed in on her. “I guess you could’ve been Gretzky, but I highly doubt he smells like summer peaches. Your scent is a dead giveaway.”

  “Speaking of scents, something smells amazing,” she said, to hide the fact that he caught her spying on him.

  Luke turned the fire down off the stove and flipped a pancake into the air with an effortless flick of his wrist. She could see the profile of his face. The corner of his lips twitched up into amusement. “I cook when I’m stressed. Or when I can’t sleep.”

  “What’s on the midnight menu?” she asked.

  Mentally, she answered her own question. He was. The bulge in his pants hinted that he probably wouldn’t have minded being her late-night snack either.

  “Blueberry pancakes, fresh whipped cream, caramel syrup,” he called over his shoulder.

  She ran her teeth over her bottom lip. Hot cakes and cream? I can think of better uses for syrup and whipped cream, she thought to herself.

  She blinked away her sticky thoughts. “You made all this yourself?”

  Luke shrugged and went back to plating his pancakes. She kicked herself. Of course, he made it. There was no one else here. She blamed it on the fact that his sweatpants had inched down the slightest bit.

  Sweatpants were irresistible, but nothing beat a birthday suit.

  He finally turned around with a plate in hand. Leaning against the kitchen counter, he lifted chunks of the sweet cakes to his mouth. His eyes locked on her face before dropping down to her cleavage.

  Kennedy felt her whole body go on edge as he unabashedly stared at her chest.

  “Thanks for
bringing the fruit,” he said.

  “Huh?”

  He jerked his chin at her chest. “Your coconuts.”

  She looked down. Saint Nick on a pogo stick! Her breasts were spilling out of her bra. She refastened her robe.

  Kennedy gave him a sardonic look. “These cream puffs aren’t on the menu.”

  Luke’s grin turned to teasing. “Damn shame.”

  “Perv.”

  “For you, always. Hungry?” She nodded slowly. He raised his plate in salute. “I did all the work, the least you can do is come over here and get it.”

  There was no uncertainty in his command. His words possessed an air of arrogance, an expectation that he’d be obeyed. Tonight she was too hungry. For pancakes, yes, but if he played his cards right, her appetite might require more than just food.

  She closed the short distance between them. He looked like a blonde devil, licking his fork clean before slowly rolling his tongue along his top lip.

  Her pussy clenched with want. What did she want again? Oh, right. Pancakes and syrup. Lots and lots of yummy syrup. Kennedy stood so close to him that their thighs touched. She reached on her tippy-toes to grab the fork from him.

  He held the fork just outside her reach. “Nope. Say ‘please’ first and I’ll give you a bite.”

  The damn tease. His scent, a peppermint and bourbon combo, was driving her insane. At this rate she may end up eating him instead. The mussed blonde hair and drowsy blue eyes only added to his appeal. His lips, sticky with syrup, held all of her attention. This man and his blueberry pancakes were the definition of trouble.

  Couldn’t he see that she was horny? Wait. Hungry! What the hell, the words were damn near interchangeable at this point.

  So, he wanted to feed her. That held a ton of appeal. On the other hand, being this close to a shirtless Luke was seriously a bad idea. She knew that. She also knew that she’d never backed down from a challenge. Or delicious food.

  “Feed me, Lu,” she murmured. The hand holding the fork didn’t move. “Please,” she added.

  She could practically hear the alarm bells going off in her head as Luke lopped off a piece of pancake from the half-eaten stack on his plate. Slowly and messily, he swirled the morsel in the syrup and whipped cream.

  “Open.”

  She did as she was told and was quickly rewarded.

  “Oh, my damn. That’s sinful,” she said after she finished chewing.

  “Another.” He quickly cut off another piece and waited for her to open her mouth. She let out the faintest moan, voicing her delight.

  There was something so intensely sensual about a man feeding her delicious food he’d made with his bare hands. While she chewed, she chanced another glance at Luke’s face.

  All she saw was hunger. A longing for something. Or maybe someone in this case. He bit his bottom lip and Kennedy’s eyes immediately tracked the movement.

  Before she knew it, her creative imagination was running wild. How he would taste as she licked the syrup from his lips. How his abs would ripple underneath her fingertips as her hands made their way lower. Much lower. Aches of lust simmered between her thighs, starting an intense thrum in her body.

  Without even realizing it her hands had found their way to the waistband of his sweatpants. Taking the tiniest step forward, she felt his thick erection rise up to meet her. She was so short that the damn thing poked her in the chest.

  Would she dare?

  He grabbed one of her hands, stilling them before she could collect her prize. “Don’t play with fire, little girl.”

  She couldn’t resist goading him. “Little girl? Who the hell do you think I am, Lu? Maybe you just want me to remind you.”

  Devouring him whole was hot in theory, but she hesitated now that the opportunity presented itself. This close to him, she felt more like a lamb being led to slaughter. Maybe she should’ve thought this through more.

  Luke clenched his jaw, watching her face intently. Fuck it. Squaring her shoulders, she dropped her free hand between them and massaged him over his cotton sweatpants.

  Damn. He wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

  His endowment stood out erect and ready, raging for a chance to break free. She wrapped a small hand around the base of his cock and bit her lip. It was time to play. Luke put down his plate on the surface behind him and gripped the counter with both hands.

  Leaning into him, she stood on her tippy-toes to whisper in his ear, “Who’s playing now, Lu?”

  She reached between them with her other hand and massaged his sac still confined by his pants. A tension-filled silence descended over them until Luke let out a curse and bent his head down towards her face.

  “I bet if I slip inside your pants, my hand will be a hot, sticky mess.” She nibbled at his ear lobe before pulling it into her warm mouth. She released it with a pop. “Think I’m right?

  She watched as his face twisted, and unrestrained. Of course, she was right.

  She sank to her knees, tugging his pants down. Focusing on the thick, heavy flesh in front of her, she toyed with Luke. She nibbled his inner thigh, smoothing over her bites with kisses. His thighs were solid and cut with muscles. When she blew a small puff of air against the tip, his entire body shuttered. So, she did it again,

  She looked up to find his eyes closed. He bit his lip. She figured he was trying to keep some semblance of control. That was the opposite of what she wanted.

  “It’s impolite to play with your food, Kenn.”

  There went that old nickname again. Luke’s eyes were open now. His hand dug into her scalp to release her hair from its bun. He stared at her lips for one long, heated moment, his desperation and hunger searing her skin.

  “So impatient,” she whispered.

  His cock pointed angrily at Kennedy’s face. She reached out to wrap her fist around the thick cock, but it was too thick for her fingers to entirely circle its circumference.

  “Mmm,” she moaned as her tongue caught a blob of precum threatening to drop to the ground. She took another sip, fitting her tongue in his slit, desperate to get another morsel.

  “Fuuuuck.” His knuckles were ghostly white as he clutched the counter behind him.

  The sound spurred her on and sent a bolt of lust straight to her pussy. She ran her tongue down the shaft, to get a better taste of him. Salty, slightly bitter, like a salt lick dipped in coffee.

  “Holy fuck. You’re gonna kill me, Kenn.” Luke made a growling noise in his throat.

  His legs quivered, reminding her that she was in control. His complete pleasure was in the palm of her hand and the back of her throat. It was an ethereal experience to wield so much power over a man.

  She sucked him long and slow, focusing the bulk of her pressure on the tip. She cupped his heavy balls, massaging them between her fingers. Her breasts were heavy and swollen, her clit throbbed with need as she turned herself on by blowing him.

  She kept her eyes open as she inhaled him. Slowly but surely, his entire length totally disappeared into her fully stretched mouth. His thick member pulsed between her lips, tapping her tonsils.

  Luke let out a guttural groan. He grabbed the back of her head, trying to control her movements. Her hands and mouth started working together in earnest. Down, up, in, out, in perfect unison.

  “Kennedy. Fucking hell. Don’t,” he moaned, his voice coming in low between his pants.

  She kept going. She couldn’t control her mouth. The more she sucked, the more he moaned. A moan she was quickly becoming addicted to. She was on a quest to see if tasted as delicious as he did in her memories. His clenching abdominal muscles and twitching dick told her she was about to find out.

  “So close, Kenn. Quit teasing and take it. Drain me,” he begged as he slammed a palm against the kitchen counter.

  She gripped his thighs and pulled him further into her mouth. She could barely breathe. She hollowed out her cheek and slurped him down with abandon.

  “Jesus, I’m dying. You’re kil
ling me.” His hips pitched forwards and the first spurt of cream shot down her throat.

  He flooded her mouth with his syrupy cum until she milked him dry. She sat back on her haunches. Yup, he tasted as just as good as she remembered. Better, even. She did a final search for more cum before pulling his pants up. “Did I tell you I love fresh, homemade syrup?”

  Though noticeably exhausted, he didn’t miss a beat. “I can whip up some more for you, if you’d like. Not sure if that was an accurate taste test.”

  Reality crashed down on her. Hard. The moment between them had been incredible, but Kennedy wasn’t sure she could handle anything else. Controlling his pleasure was one thing. Letting him string her out on orgasms was another.

  She stood and started inching towards the hallway. Luke looked at her like he wanted her, needed her. She was a deer caught in headlights waiting for him to make his move. “I should go… this was a bad idea. A very bad idea.”

  He moved closer. She shuffled backwards. “You let the snake out of its cage. Can’t put it back in now.”

  “I’m sorry. I…” she trailed off. To be honest, she didn’t have a clue what to say. So, she didn’t say anything at all. Like the coward she was, she fled.

  His dark laugh reverberated through the house. “You can’t outrun me, little girl. Not here. And not for seven days. Enjoy tonight because I’m coming for you, Kennedy. And when I catch you, I plan on making you mine.”

  She was still in a daze when she arrived at her room, her body still desperate for more of Luke. She was so horny that her hands were shaking. She immediately started digging through her duffel bag.

  Bullet vibrator or dildo? She grabbed both.

  She tossed her robe to the floor and dove under the comforter, wrapping herself in the fancy sheets. She threw her legs open and clicked on the vibrator. Within seconds she was chasing down ecstasy. Pleasuring herself was an imperfect remedy but for now, it would do.

  Bits of logic seeped through her sex-addled mind. This was only the first night. How was she supposed to keep her hands off of him? Did she even want to? He made it perfectly clear that he wasn’t going to settle for just a blow job. He seemed determined to have her, body and soul.