A Summer With Snow (Frosted Seasons #1) by Hallie Swanson

my way towards her, pushing people out of my way, and grab her arm from behind.
    “Come on, Darc, let’s get out of here.”
    She pulls her arm from my hand.
    “Don’t think so!” she shouts in my ear.
    “I can’t leave you here alone!” I yell.
    “You can. Bye.” She cuts me dead.
    “No, Darc, come on.” I pull at the straps of her top. “Let’s get out of here.”
    Guzzling at a bottle of cider, she laughs in my face and the liquid runs from her mouth, dribbling down her chin.
    “Get a drink, Snow, and lighten up!”
    “God damn it, look round you, look at them, they’re a load of fucking idiots.”
    “Well, that makes me one too!” she shouts back, and grabs at my hand, pulling me to the middle of the dance floor.
    Suddenly, I can’t see anything. My face is splattered in cold liquid, and as I run my right hand down my face and open my eyes, it drips off my lashes. I blink, but all I see is bright neon orange. When my vision finally clears, Darcy’s holding my hands, laughing at me. I frown; this is not funny, but her laughter’s infectious, and suddenly I’m laughing too and pulling her into my chest. This is the ice-breaker I’ve been waiting for. I take my chance and lean down towards her; our faces are so close. I grab the back of her head and push my face and lips against hers. Her lips part and I thrust my tongue inside, like I intend on thrusting my cock inside her, but that’s for later when I get her home. The music pounds its way into my head, my trousers tighten, I close my eyes.
     
     
    S till laughing, our lips pressed together, I turn my key in the front door. Tripping over each other’s legs, we stumble into the hallway. Surrounded by darkness and only visible to one another by the spots of neon paint, I feel my way down to her thighs, slide my arms beneath her ass and lift her. Unsteadily I feel my way from step to step as I climb the stairs, not losing the warm breath of her lips for a second. On reaching the landing I don’t set her feet on the floor but carry her to the far end and through the bedroom door. Her damn light… My eyes shoot to the bedside table to a new but similar crock lamp. Clamping her tightly against me, I lean over to reach for the switch and turn it off. I have hands to feel her, I have a mouth to taste her, but when I lay her on the bed and slide next to her I want darkness; I don’t want to see what my senses can see on their own. Her lips slide from my mouth and settle against my cheek.
    “No, leave it,” she whispers.
    With my arms supporting her back, I lower her onto the covers. I can see her almond-shaped eyes staring up into mine as I crawl over to join her and lie at her side. Any tension in her body has gone, and she relaxes into my hands. I slip down her strappy top, massaging the soft skin of her breasts, circling my fingers around her pointed nipples. I move further down, allowing my chin to rest between her cleavage. My tongue takes over and I lap at her curves, her perfumed flesh. I hear small groans slip from between her lips as the tempo of her breathing increases; I can feel her excitement, and my own as my cock stirs beneath my boxers in readiness. With my teeth I ruche up her top so that the white cotton material lies above her waistline. Curving my lips to the left, I pass her navel, nibbling my way down to the line of her panties; it’s only the metal button on her shorts that holds me back.
    “No, Snow, don’t.”
    I feel the flat of her hand pushing against my forehead, pushing me away.
    “You’re telling me you don’t like it?”
    I glance up at her without moving my head.
    “Well, if it’s like that, why don’t you take me in your mouth, Darcy? I’m hard … feel.”
    I take her hand and push it down to my throbbing cock. She rips her wrist from between my fingers.
    “Snow, it’s probably best you leave.”
    I frown. “Darc, what’s wrong? It’s not like you haven’t done it before. What about your other