Page 17 of Dark Christmas

We stand facing each other, her gaze locking onto mine, those gorgeous green eyes drawing me in like a magnet. She’s so close now, and I can hear her breath catching in her throat.

I can’t resist her any longer.

I step forward, my hands finding her hips, fingers digging into her soft curves as I pull her against me. She’s so small in my grip, fitting perfectly against my body, and I can feel the heat radiating off her.

She doesn’t say a word, doesn’t try to pull away. Her lips part slightly, her breath shaky, and I close the distance, sealing her mouth with mine.

The kiss is firm and commanding, and she responds instantly, melting into me like she’s been waiting for this moment just as long as I have.

Chapter 9

Melor

The kiss is electric, an instant connection that sends a shiver down my spine.

I can taste the lingering notes of Pinot Noir on her lips, her tongue slipping against mine with a soft, desperate moan. My body reacts instantly and I become hard as hell, pressing my cock against her, feeling her melt into the kiss.

Suddenly, she pulls back, her chest rising and falling with quick breaths.

“I never do this,” she murmurs, her voice breathless. “Never. Not even in college.”

I grin, brushing a thumb across her flushed cheek.

“There’s a first time for everything.”

Without hesitation, we dive back in. Our lips collide, rougher this time, more urgent. Her hands slide up my chest, gripping the fabric of my shirt, pulling me closer as my tongue explores her mouth. I bite her lower lip gently, eliciting a gasp that fuels the fire burning between us.

In one smooth motion, I lift her by the waist, her legs instinctively wrapping around me as I set her on the counter. The heat between our bodies is unbearable, and I can feel her trembling as I grind against her. The friction is maddening.

I grip her thighs, pulling her closer, my need for her overtaking every thought in my head. I want her so badly it hurts.

The sound of her moans is driving me insane, making it clear that I’m giving her exactly what she wants. We kiss again, our tongues tangling, the heat building between us, until she pulls back, her breath ragged, her lips swollen.

“Something wrong?” I ask, my voice rough, my need for her nearly unbearable.

She bites her lip, glancing around the kitchen. “Are we really going to do this here? In the kitchen?”

“Fair enough,” I say, sliding my hand between her thighs, rubbing her pussy through her jeans. Her breath hitches, eyes fluttering shut as she lets out a soft moan, her hips instinctively pressing forward.

I lean in, my voice low and commanding. “Let’s take this upstairs.”

She nods, eyes still closed, her body surrendering to the moment. I can feel her heat, her need, and as I pull her off the counter, I know this is only the beginning of what’s to come.

I lift her effortlessly, her small frame fitting perfectly in my arms. There’s something primal about how easily I handle her, how delicate she feels in my grasp. I throw her over my shoulder in a firefighter carry, and she lets out a soft laugh, her hands gripping my back as I ascend the stairs to my bedroom.

When we reach the bed, I toss her down, and she squeals in surprise, but the grin on her face tells me she loves every second of it. She rolls onto her back, her chest heaving, the fabric of her shirt straining against her full breasts.

We kiss again, more urgently this time, and I pull her shirt over her head, revealing her black bra, her breasts practically spilling out of it. My hands move over her skin, tracing her curves, feeling the heat radiate from her body.

“I’ve wanted you since the moment I opened that envelope,” I murmur against her lips, my voice thick with desire.

I slide my hand into her bra, fingers wrapping around her soft breast as I tease her nipple until it hardens beneath my touch. She moans softly, her body arching into my hand, craving more. With my other hand, I reach for the button of her jeans, flicking it open and pulling the zipper down in one smooth motion. She lifts her hips, helping me out, shimmying out of her jeans with a bit of playful wriggling.

Her panties don’t match the black bra, simple, light blue cotton, unexpectedly cute and sexy in their own way. I let my eyes linger, taking in every inch of her.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” I growl, watching her blush deepen as it spreads down her neck.

Her hand moves to my slacks, fingers grazing over the bulge. She rubs me through the fabric, making me harder with every stroke. I growl low in my throat as I press my hand against her panties, feeling the heat, the wetness already soaking through the cotton.