Cedar Sweep romance

she feels him push back, slowly but surely, and pleasure at his strength elicits a quick, sharp gasp. she lets go, steps back, toes curled hard downward into the fresh snowfall.

catch me, she whispers,

and breaks into a loping gait that begs to be caught.

evening wind whistling past her cheeks, the heat at her core pulsing in time with the steady thunder of her heartbeat.

she lets her ragged tongue loll, tasting the air and savoring the icy flakes that find its surface.