Snow Job by Tara Wyatt (best classic books to read TXT) 📕

Reluctantly, he slid out of her and stepped into the bathroom to dispose of the condom. He paused in the doorway, his hands on the doorframe as he looked at Kayla, a naked goddess lying in his bed.

For tonight, she was his. He didn’t know what the morning would bring, but he had several hours before he had to face it. And so, he slipped back into bed and pulled Kayla against him, pretending he’d get to keep her.

12

Kayla yawned and pressed a hand to her face, rubbing her eyes. She stretched, a thrill shooting through her as she took inventory of her aches and pains. The skin on her neck and jaw felt a little raw from Sebastian’s beard. Her breasts were tender from all the attention he’d paid them. A dull ache emanated from between her legs, reminding her that he’d been inside her three times last night, each time somehow better than the one before.

She felt freaking amazing. Yeah, partly because she’d lost count of her own orgasms after the fifth one, but mostly because all of that pleasure had been shared with Sebastian.

She slowly opened her eyes, squinting against the white brightness flooding the cabin with cool light. As she sat up, the rumpled sheets falling around her, her sleepy gaze landed on Sebastian, who was standing several feet away with his back to her, looking out the window. He wore the same gray sweatpants from yesterday and nothing else, the pants riding low on his hips. Faint scratch marks decorated his upper back and she blushed a little. He’d turned her feral, apparently. She didn’t say anything right away, taking a moment to appreciate the masculine beauty of his broad back, his muscled shoulders, the taper of his waist.

Beyond him, she could see that snow was still falling from the white-gray sky, but the intense winds of yesterday had died away. Sebastian shifted, drawing her attention back to him and she watched him rub a hand over his mouth, tension visible in his neck and shoulders. Looking at him, she had a feeling she knew what was bothering him. It was something she’d tried to bring up last night, but every time she’d tried to talk to him—really talk to him, not just flirt or indulge in dirty fantasies—he’d quickly distracted her with more mind-blowing sex. There wasn’t anything that man couldn’t do with his fingers and mouth, and when you added his gorgeously thick, long cock to the equation, she was toast. Bye bye brain.

She moved carefully in the bed, happy to find that while her ankle was still sore, the sharp pains from yesterday seemed to have faded to a dull ache. Sebastian turned, and she felt a sharp pain in her chest at the anguished expression he wore. The skin around his eyes was tight, his mouth a thin line, his brows drawn. She knew then that she hadn’t been wrong about him last night. Contrary to popular belief, Sebastian Prescott was a deeply sensitive man. And seeing that pain on his face made her want to take on the entire damn world for him.

He rubbed a hand over the back of his neck. “Morning. How’s your ankle?”

She didn’t make a move to cover her bare breasts, wanting to leave herself exposed to him. For him. “A bit better, I think. The pain is definitely less intense.”

“Good.”

He started to turn back to the window, freezing her out just like he’d done last night.

“Bastian? Is everything okay?”

He turned back to face her, a bitter grin twisting his mouth. “It’s okay, Kayla. You don’t need to…” He blew out a breath and paced to the fireplace, crouching down in front of it. “I know that this is the part where you tell me that while last night was great, it was a mistake and it should never have happened. So let’s just not, okay? I already know.”

He’d been hurt so much in his life that it was easier for him to push everyone away—she could see that clear as day. But he had it all wrong. So very, very wrong.

“No, Bastian,” she said softly, waiting for him to look at her. When he did, she held his gaze. “This is the part where I tell you that last night meant everything to me because I have feelings for you.”

He frowned and rose from in front of the fire, his defensiveness giving way to uncertainty. He glanced back out the window and then squinted at her. “What?”

“Just come here, okay? Come talk to me.” She didn’t miss the way his gaze dropped from her face to her bare breasts as he moved closer, finally sitting on the edge of the bed next to her.

“You don’t have to pretend that—” He swallowed thickly. “I don’t expect anything beyond last night, Kayla.”

She reached out and wove her fingers through his, loving how small and delicate her hand looked in his much larger one. “I’m not pretending anything. I just need you to listen right now, okay? I have a few things to say that I really need you to hear. Just listen and then you can decide if you want to brood or if you can think of something better to do.”

He frowned at that but didn’t say anything, letting her continue.

“Thing one: I’m really sorry for any role I may have played in you getting fired. I know we’ve talked about it, but I truly am sorry. You’re right that I should’ve just come and talked to you. I’m…I’m not always the best at standing up for myself. Or advocating for myself. Maybe that’s a better way of putting it.”

He opened his mouth to speak but she laid the index finger of her free hand against his lips, a quiver starting in her belly at the feel of his mouth on her skin.

“Thing two: I’m also sorry for judging you. You were right when you said that I don’t know you, and it wasn’t