STORM OF LOVE (snowed in with the billionaire #3) (billionaire erotic romance)) by Karolyn James Page B

their
eyes trapped on each other’s.
    “I can’t handle this,” Stephanie whispered.
“The weather. You. It’s so fast…”
    “I’m driving,” Nathaniel said. “You just
have to be with me. That’s all I need from you. I’m commanding you,
will you just listen?”
    “But people…”
    “Come and go. Companies rise, fall. Open,
close. It’s business. And do you really think I would act without
the interests of my company, the employees, and you. It’s about
you, Stephanie, you.”
    A pause fell between them, the wind giving
the soundtrack. It flicked at the tip of Stephanie’s nose. A wild
pain shot through her face.
    “You called me Stephanie,” she
whispered.
    “You’re everything,” Nathaniel growled. “Why
can’t you see that?”
    Stephanie opened her mouth and Nathaniel’s
was there. No words came out, only a moan as his frigid lips
touched hers. His tongue was warm and comforting, taking charge in
the steamy kiss. The snow continued to fall and Nathaniel wasn’t
stopping the kiss. Nor was he stopping his hands as they squeezed
at Stephanie’s hips, his right hand being the one to break away and
move towards her pants. He cut between her legs and came up with
enough pressure to make Stephanie cry out. She closed her eyes and
inhaled through her nose, the air so cold it made the inside of her
nose feel instantly frozen. Her lungs burned but as she exhaled
through her mouth, it was hot and okay.
    She grabbed at Nathaniel’s jacket, pulling
it over her, needing the extra warmth. Of course he packed a huge
coat, made for this kind of weather. The kind meant for arctic
expeditions. Stephanie’s winter jacket was only considered winter in the sense it had more cotton and came with a tag
that read winter coat .
    As Nathaniel kissed her, his hand became
more aggressive. He curled under Stephanie’s jacket and lifted her
shirt, touching bare skin. His fingertips were like ice but only
for a second. Part of her wanted to retreat again, to push away
Nathaniel and run, but how could she?
    His touch was perfect.
    His eyes were like life.
    His body… heavenly.
    “Stephanie,” he whispered, pulling away from
their kiss. “Steph. It’s all the same. From all I’ve seen of you…”
His fingers flicked at the button on her jeans. It came undone. He
pulled at her zipper and then he touched the top of her panties.
“You’ll see it someday… you’ll see all you are. That’s why you’re
mine. That’s why I’ve chosen you. Because…” His hand moved down her
smooth skin until he came to her wet cave. The tips of his fingers
played, moving left to right, teasing Stephanie’s tender slit. “…
because you chose me…”
    Stephanie moaned and put her head back. She
closed her eyes, bearing the brunt of the snowstorm. It felt as
though the storm had somewhat calmed but she couldn’t be completely
sure if that were true. Maybe it was just the intense storm in her
pants and body that kicked up… taking over the storm around
her.
    She felt Nathaniel as his fingers worked
their erotic magic. His used his pointer and ring finger to spread
her, moving her delicate folds out of the way. That allowed his
middle finger to touch her hole. She throbbed on him, her sex
wanting to pull Nathaniel inside and hold him deep, forever. He
rubbed Stephanie a few times and his lips touched hers with the
gentlest touch. Enough to know he was there, enough to make her
body tingle.
    As she shivered with the cold weather, her
body tightened. That’s when Nathaniel forced his finger into her,
fighting her throb, fighting the weather, enjoying her burning
heat.
    “You are mine,” Nathaniel said, his lips
touching hers as he spoke. It was as though he wanted Stephanie’s
lips to memorize the movements of the words. “All mine, Steph. You
can’t defy me, can you?”
    Stephanie whimpered.
    Nathaniel twisted his finger deep within her
sex and slowly pulled it out.
    Stephanie’s knees bent, but this time she
had a little