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

by Holly June Smith

That and I’m already in all-consuming love with a man who lives on the other side of the world, has no idea I exist, and makes me come multiple times a night. And if I want him, as I often do, all I have to do is push in my earbuds, and there he is, ready to whisper the most delicious filth straight into my ears.

Sometimes I take on scripted work for a couple of writers I know, but mostly it’s just me and my hand doing the hard work, so to speak.

“I want to do all kinds of things with you, but not here. Can we make that happen somehow?” “I don’t know,” I sigh, dropping my forehead to his chest. “Someone is always around at the chalet.” He strokes my hair and sighs, too. “Fuck. I’m starving for you.”

Not that I’m complaining. Only a fool would complain about the kind of orgasms that shift your entire soul out of alignment.

Two years of aural foreplay have led to this moment, and I know now I’ll never be the same.

I know, because this time it’s different. This time it’s magic. This time it’s everything.

“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.”