Snowed In

Chapter 2

We moved about sysynchly gathering the things we would need for our trip.

"It's just a weekend. So, we don't have to go all crazy, but bring a swimsuit." He was positively beaming. I couldn't help but smile back at him with the same happiness and joy in my eyes and heart. We were going away together, our first solo trip.

He stopped for a while in the living room and just looked around.

"I think that is it." He smiled and laughed. Then walked quietly past me towards the bedroom, smacking my ass rather hard as he went by. I jumped and grabbed my ass turning to him with my mouth hanging open. It hurt. He just smirked happily at me and ran away.

"Avriel Benjamin Kaplan!" I exclaimed. His laughter rolled out of the bedroom. "Ouch! Are you freaking kidding me?"

"Absolutely not." He said coming back down the hall headed for the garage with our bags over his shoulders. I hadn't moved. I was too shocked.

"Are you coming?" He just laughed again.

"You!" I growled at him.

"There is more where that came from?"

"What?" I looked at him and honestly wondered who the hell I was talking to. I'm sure my thoughts matched my expression.

"Maybe not." He shrugged as best he could with the bags hung over his strong shoulders. "Sorry." He looked a bit dejected, sheepish and sad. "I didn't want to hurt you."

I looked at him and smiled while rubbing my ass. "Let's see how you like it!" I said before I started moving towards him.

"Be careful. I might!" He smiled and stood there for a foolish second. I was almost to him when he finally turned and darted off to the garage. It was funny and cute as all get out. I had to pause to laugh.

He managed to get our bags in his trunk before I caught up to him and smacked his ass rather hard. He jumped and laughed.

"Oh! Really?" He laughed heartily and gave chase as I slipped away. We chased each other around and between the cars laughing all the way.

We were breathing heavy by the time I let him catch me. I hadn't seen him laugh like that before. It was beautifully candid and free. It came straight from his soul. He looked down into my eyes and I lost my heart to him all over again.

He had never been more attractive to me then he was in that moment. I Let the hunger burn as we stood there staring into each other's souls. I licked my lips and let my eyes dip down before I looked up at him through my lashes while chewing on my lower lip. I wanted that boy something fierce and I could tell he wanted me too.

We rushed at each other while standing in front of his car. There was no poise, no grace or tenderness. We just went at each other with reckless abandon. My hands found their way into his hair then down his back. His hands mirrored mine. I pushed and pulled him, slamming our bodies together. He pushed and pulled back. The kisses were hungry and wild. He bit at me and I bit at him. I was dropping heavy kisses and bites down his neck. I grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled it away from his neck so I could bite at his collarbone. He growled and moaned deep in his throat when I got it between my teeth. He then pulled my shirt and my hair. His fingernails scratched at my back and my neck.

He pulled and stretched my shirt opening the collar so he could reach all of my collarbone. I about lost all sense when he caught my skin beneath his teeth. We ended up going crazy on each other standing in front of the car, tucked away from prying eyes, safe in the garage. One moment we were laughing and the next thing I knew his arms were wrapped around me and he was kissing me fiercely again. This kiss wasn't tender or yielding. It was hard and hot and biting. He bit my lips and nibbled my jaw to my ear. He bit my earlobe and growled. "Turn. Around." He commanded in a tone I was unaccustomed to hearing from him. It was shocking and surprising. I was beyond hot. I obeyed his command. Pulling me tight against his body, he scraped his teeth on my neck. He slid his right hand down my body, grazing my breast, sliding all the way down to the hem of my very short skirt. "This is not appropriate attire for where we are headed." His voice was still commanding but there was a touch of mischief there. He slid that hand up my thigh under the skirt and rubbed his fingertip against my slit through my panties. "Good girl. Nice and wet for me," he whispered in my ear, the timbre of his voice made me shiver. He was solidly in control, and I was perfectly ok with it.