I’m Snow Into You (Sven’s Beard #1) Read Online Brenda Rothert

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Funny, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Sven's Beard Series by Brenda Rothert
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Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 83331 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
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Oh. Oh. He planned to get me completely naked right here on his kitchen island. I bit my lip, smiling tentatively. His gaze was the dark green of a forest right after a rainstorm, matching the flannel that covered his wide shoulders.

I closed my eyes and lifted my hips, allowing him to get my leggings and underwear off. He got them to my calves and then stopped to toss off both of my boots and remove my socks before taking off the rest.

His palms were back on my inner thighs, spreading them wide. When I felt his warm breath hovering above my core, I shivered. I wanted him so badly.

As he ran the tip of his tongue along my center, I cried out, my hands scrambling for something to hold on to. I had to settle for the edge of the island counter, and I squeezed hard as Grady gently explored me with his tongue.

Soon, though, I was rocking my hips, silently begging for more. He slid his hands beneath my ass, holding me as he tongued and licked me until I was yelling his name, begging for release.

When he finally gave it to me, I saw stars. He kept his hold on me, his tongue still working as I rode it out. By the time I dropped my hips, I was breathless.

“Wow,” I said. “Merry Christmas to me.”

“You need a break?” he asked.

I smiled. “Nope. You?”

He shook his head. “Next round’s gonna be rougher.”

“I’m counting on it.”

He scooped me into his arms and carried me down a hallway and into a room with a king-size bed and a big dresser. I couldn’t make out much more in the dimly lit room, but I wasn’t here for the scenery.

After he laid me on the bed, he unbuckled his belt and unfastened his jeans, the sound making me clench my legs in longing. It felt like it took forever for him to kick off his boots, drop his jeans and underwear, and get his flannel off, but then he was hovering above me.

He was all heat and muscle, his lips meeting mine in a tender kiss as I ran my palms over his broad, corded back. I felt him gasp, and I wondered if it had been eleven years since he’d had this. Something other than a quick, pants-dropped, down-and-dirty quickie.

“I love your body,” I whispered against his lips.

He kissed my forehead, my cheeks, and my nose. “I love yours.”

I slid my hands down, pushing down on his lower back to encourage him. “You won’t hurt me,” I promised.

When he slid himself inside me, I inhaled sharply from the pleasure of the fullness. I’d never been with a man this size, and…damn, it was good.

He started slowly, his expression strained as he forced himself to hold back. I rocked my hips up into his, letting him know I wanted more.

Our mingled heavy breathing filled the room, turning into groans as he thrust deeper and harder. I was close to coming apart again when he put his face in the crook of my neck, his lips grazing my chest. The intimacy of it sent me over the edge, and he was right behind, holding himself inside me as he shuddered with his release.

As soon as he moved to his back, I rushed to find the bathroom and clean up. His bathroom was clean and basic, and it smelled like his evergreen soap and his light cologne.

When I came back and crawled into bed, he lifted the covers for me and I snuggled into his side, his arm wrapping around me above the covers.

“I was hoping you didn’t leave,” he joked.

“After that?” My laugh was low and relaxed. “I might tie you to this bed and keep you to myself for a few days.”

He hummed his amusement. “No need for restraints, Miss Douglas. I’m at your disposal.”

I traced circles on his chest, content. I didn’t know if I’d be staying the night or if this was a one-time thing, but that was okay. Usually, I wanted to have all the answers all the time, but this moment was perfect because of the unknowns.

Grady and I needed each other tonight. We’d healed a little of our pain and loneliness. It was more than enough—for tonight, it was everything I needed.

“This isn’t a funny joke,” I told Grady the next morning as I glared at him across his kitchen island.

He widened his eyes and threw up his hands. “I told you; I didn’t touch your underwear.”

Shaking my head, I looked at the clock hanging above his kitchen sink, which was a Bigfoot. Its arms kept time, and based on where they were pointing, I was running very late.

“Harper will know something’s up when I don’t show up on time.” I gave him a pleading look. “Can I please have my underwear back?”


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