Page 58 of Catching the Mistletoe

“Too much?”

“Hell no.”

Chuckling, he kissed his way down my neck, nipping and sucking and licking, making me gasp and moan. It was hard to concentrate when he was nibbling at my collarbone, his hands sliding down my sides. I felt his hands leave my body and I let out a whimper of disappointment, but it was short-lived, because he was lathering his hands in my body wash. Oh god.

His soapy hands slid over me, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Cupping my breasts, he teased my nipples, making me writhe against him. “You’re such a tease.”

“I’m enjoying myself.”

He started to rub in slow circles and my eyes were rolling back, my whole body throbbing. “Please.”

“I’ll give you what you need, Arabella, don’t worry.”

“Now.”

“Patience.”

Fuck patience. I was so horny, I couldn’t think straight, my whole body straining toward him. Just when I was on the brink, he stopped, reaching up to tilt my face up so he could capture my lips in a deep kiss. It was all-consuming and possessive and it made my knees weak. He broke away, turning me so my back was pressed against his chest. I let out a sob of pleasure when he gripped my hips and ground his cock against my ass.

“Hands on the wall.” I couldn’t hold back the moan as I slapped my palms against the wall, pushing my hips back against him. He wrapped an arm around me, gripping my breast, squeezing it hard, while he thrust his other hand between my legs, rubbing at my clit until I was gasping. “Tell me what you want.”

“You know what I want.”

His deep chuckle rumbled over me. “Aside from that.”

“I don’t... God, I don’t know.” He was rubbing light circles over my clit, playing me like a goddamn fiddle.

“I know what I want.”

“Yeah, what’s that?”

“I want to hear you beg for it.”

Oh, holy Jesus. “I will not.”

He pushed a finger inside me, his thumb circling my clit now. I writhed against him, desperate for release, when he stopped. “Beg, Arabella, or you’re not getting off.”

“No.”

He pulled his hand away, and I squeezed my eyes shut. I was fucking loving this game and there was no way I was giving in yet.

“You’re so fucking stubborn.”

“Mmm.”

He let out a bark of laughter and gripped my chin, turning my head so he could kiss me. His erection was hard and thick against my ass and I wriggled, delighting at the way his breath caught. Then his hand was between my legs again, stroking me until I could barely breathe.

Turns out I was really bad at this game. “Please.”

“Please what?”

“Please, Mack. Please make me come.” I was teetering on the very edge and couldn’t care less about the shameless begging.

Without a word, he moved his hand, hard and fast, between my legs. Suddenly, I was flying, my whole body tightening as the pleasure bloomed from my core and I was crying out. He held me through it, his hands roving over me, his lips on my neck, whispering words of praise for me.

When he turned me and wrapped his arms around me, I could hear his thundering heart and could feel how hard he still was. It made me wonder how much longer he could go on like this. That perhaps we were closer to actually fucking now.

“Are you hungry?”

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