Snowed In

“You’d slide off and fall all the way to the first floor,” I countered. “That’s what you’d do.”

“Think so?” he squinted.

“Oh I know so.”

“You sure seem to know a lot of things.”

“Like I said before, I’m the master of useless knowledge.”

Jeremy turned to look back at me with a big, flirtatious smile. His ice blue eyes shimmered so gorgeously, I felt my knees giving way.

“Maybe there’s something good on this side,” he suggested, stepping into me.

“Could be,” I countered.

He took another step closer, and my mouth went dry. Or rather, it went even drier than it already was. From this distance I could feel the heat radiating off his body. His breath was white steam, mixing in with my breath.

“I like your earring,” he said, moving his face closer to mine. I froze, my body stiffening with excitement. He was so close to me now, I swore he could hear my heart beating.

“It’s just a skull.”

“No, not a skull. It’s the Punisher logo,” he countered correctly. “The original one, from the early eighties.”

I almost gulped, but my throat was too dry. Jeremy’s lips were an inch from my ear now, as if studying the tiny black and white lacquered earing I’d put on two mornings ago, without so much as an afterthought.

“T—The original Punisher was from the seventies,” I said nervously.

“Seventy-four actually,” Jeremy replied. “Amazing Spider Man, number one-twenty nine…”

He kissed my earlobe, and a shockwave rocketed right through my body. I was all goosebumps. All tingles.

“First appearance aside,” Jeremy continued, “he didn’t get his own comic book until—”

I couldn’t take it anymore! Not caring what anyone thought, I grabbed his face and planted my mouth over his.

Oh Morgan! What are you doing?

We kissed hungrily, like we were starving, like we hadn’t just screwed each other half to death only a few hours before. The whole thing was so totally unlike me. In the end though, I really had no choice.

I just couldn’t get enough of him.

“You felt incredible last night,” he murmured into my mouth. “So totally fucking hot and amazing.”

I pushed him backward, into one of the rooms. We were still on the landing, and I wanted privacy.

“Don’t want Shane to see?” Jeremy giggled.

“No,” I lied. “It’s not that…”

“Yes it is,” he said, kissing me some more. “But that’s okay. Shane’s a big boy. He can handle it.”

I shuddered as his hands slid beneath my coat. They ran deliciously up the sides of my body, even as his mouth worked its way slowly down the line of my neck.

“Besides,” Jeremy went on, between kisses. “He watched us. And he thought it was hot.”

“Maybe…” I sighed. “Still..”

“Still nothing. If I want to kiss you, I’m going to kiss you.” He began nibbling now, tiny little bites that were driving me absolutely wild. “And if I want to do this—”