Can I Tell You Something? (Snowbound Secrets, #1)

by Holly June Smith

That pretty smile that’s throwing my world off its axis.

I’m struck with a vision of my future. My shoes, her shoes, and a bunch of little ones, all in a row.

Cam: You already gave me the best gift possible

Her mouth, currently pouting away at the book I bought her, belongs underneath mine. I feel that in my bones.

“Bend over the back of the chair and pull those pathetic excuse for shorts down. I want to see all of you.”

“For such a polite girl, you’ve got a dirty fucking mouth, Hannah.”

“Look, Hannah. Look at all those people skiing past.” She opens her eyes and I feel her clench. “Think they can see you getting your pussy filled up against the window?”

can feel that, you know? You getting tighter on my dick. Dirty, dirty girl. You love this.” “Yes, yes. I love it.”

“Are you close, baby?” More whimpering. “You gonna come, Hannah? Right here on my cock with the world watching you?” “Yes, Cam, fuck. Yes.” I keep thrusting and rubbing, sucking at the side of her neck, then moving to take her earlobe between my teeth. “That’s it, my good girl. Right where I want you. Right where I own you.”

“Good girl,” I whisper over and over, planting kisses on her temple as her breathing slows. My hand, still wet from her pussy, turns her cheek towards me. Her mouth finds mine, tongue seeking heat. That spark fires once more. Home, my heart sings.

I could tell from everything she’s told me so far that she has a praise kink, that she likes to submit.

“I don’t know how long we have, but please know if I had it my way, this would be us for the rest of the day.”

“You’re so sensitive,” I moan around her flesh. “That’s my fantasy. A whole day in bed with you to learn all your most sensitive spots.”

I want to savour this, savour the way she feels underneath me, her warmth, her skin, the way she smiles, lets it drop for half a second, then smiles again. How is it possible I didn’t even know she existed this time last week?

“I… Cameron…” she pants, her arms wrapping tighter around my back. “I know. Me too,” I whisper, mouth to her cheek, her breath warming mine. I know, because this time it’s different. This time it’s magic. This time it’s everything.

“Look, you know I do squats, I’ve got a nice juicy ass. You won’t hurt me.”

“Yes. That’s how you’re so good at what you do. You don’t put on an accent. You’re just you. It makes it so easy to tap into the fantasy that I…” “That you what?” I take a deep breath, drop my crust on my plate. “That I know you. That your words are just for me. That…” He tilts my chin, angling my face up towards him. This close, his eyes dart back and forth and he tucks a loose lock of hair behind my ear. “That you’re mine?”

“No, man, no. It’s not like that.” Cameron holds his palms up in surrender. “I… I like her. I’m falling for her.” I hear myself gasp, fighting to get past Ryan, who pushes me back with his other arm. “I’m sorry, Hannah,” Cameron says, leaning to one side to catch my eye. “This shouldn’t be the first time you hear that, and I’ll say it again to you properly when I get the chance later.”

“We are never going to talk about whatever happened on that chair. But no, we’re not mad at you for meeting someone who makes you happy.”

“Oh no, I definitely meant it. It’s just… this is wild, right? We just met, and I’m feeling all these things I’ve never felt before. I’m lying in the snow halfway up a mountain and I’m falling so fucking hard for you, Hannah. I don’t know how to explain it, maybe it’s Christmas magic or something but I feel like you really see me.”

“Cam?” I whisper, sleep pulling me deeper into its clutches. “Yes, my princess?” “Will you move in with me? If you come here, I don’t want you living anywhere else. I’ll be working a lot. I want you to be here when I get home.” “That depends.” “On?” “Does your apartment have good sound proofing?” he teases. “You’re pretty loud when I make you come. I wouldn’t want to upset my new neighbours.”

What they don’t know is that I’m living in a castle with my very own pretty English princess. OK, so it’s a one-bedroom apartment on a side street, off another side street in Islington, but I sure feel like a prince walking these streets with my girl. Popping out, as the Brits say, for coffee and pastries on weekend mornings. Visiting museums and galleries. Bar hopping with her new work colleagues on Friday nights.

I had a curious mind long before I met Hannah, but with her I get to make all those fantasies a reality, make hers come true too, then curl my body around hers as she falls asleep in my arms. I’m the luckiest man on the planet.

“Good girl, my good girl.”

I'm still right here. I'll always be right here. I love you. You’re my person.