Page 3 of Mistletoe Love Match
She gathered herself as much as a woman could with a man’s head buried between her thighs. “You know what I mean. And you pulled me into the laundry room last night.”
“I had laundry to do,” he answered, massaging her with the pads of his fingers as he drank her in. And God help her, she had to bite her lip to keep from purring like a cat.
She rocked her hips, unable to stop herself from riding his hand. “No, you hadmeto do, Dr. Wanker.”
Ugh! She’d uttered another thing she couldn’t take back.
Alec hummed his amusement, and the vibration set her body aflame.
This psychopath liked it when she called him Dr. Wanker. But she couldn’t help herself. The man scrambled her brain.
She twisted her fingers in his hair and tensed. She was close—so bloody close. “Fine, it feels amazing, but you’re still a right daft sod, Alec Lamb,” she got out, her East London accent growing more pronounced as she inched closer to sweet release.
He set his mouth to super-duper oral sex mode and oral-sexed the hell out of her.
She released a breathy moan, then made the mistake of looking down.
She caught Alec’s eye. He was watching her as he worked her. She inhaled a sharp breath. This erotic act triggered a delicious rush of heat. It swept through her in a titillating whoosh. There was no denying it. She liked having his eyes trained on her.
Mischief flickered in his gaze, and he dialed up the pressure.
Every sensation amplified. Pleasure thrummed, matching the rapid beat of her heart.
Her orgasm tore through her, and she couldn’t look away. The heat pulsing through her body ignited like a wildfire fueled by ravenous desire. She pressed her palm to her lips to stifle her dirty-girl moans.
And that’s when it happened.
In these tender moments, when she couldn’t get any more vulnerable, another side—a secret side—of Alec Lamb emerged. The judgmental stick in the mud disappeared. His eyes glittered with drunken awe as he claimed her with his mouth. It was almost as if he wasn’t a complete bloody wanker. He was a man driven by passion—passion for making her come like the world was about to end, and this was the last chance he’d get to taste her.
Her chest heaved as she floated down from orgasmic bliss and back to reality. Reduced to a noodle, she exhaled a sated sigh as Alec shifted beneath her. He gently removed her leg from his shoulder. But once her foot hit the floor, he didn’t stop touching her, and she didn’t immediately reach for her knickers.
She liked what came next too much.
He trailed his hands up the sides of her body as he rose to his full height and towered over her. She’d never admit it, but it comforted her to be close to him. She rested her head against his chest and caught her breath as he gathered her into his embrace.
“Was that adequate enough for you?” he asked. And bloody hell, that voice. She could hear the self-satisfied lilt to his question, and her treacherous core clenched. Her body ached, ready for round two with this man.
Stop!
They couldn’t go on like this. She had to focus on the future and make sure Callista didn’t fall for Anders.
She broke free and scowled at the beautiful wanker. “It’ll do because we’re done.”
He glanced at his watch. “We have six minutes. You, of all people, know what I can do in that amount of time.”
Her core clenched. Oh yeah, she knew. But she had to be strong. “We can’t do this anymore, Alec. It’s been fun, but we’ve exhausted this passing flirtation.”
A muscle ticked in his jaw, and his sparkling gaze hardened into a curmudgeon glare. “Okay,” he answered with an aloof shrug.
Okay?
She’d expected a bit more of a reaction than a blaséokay. Didn’t he at least want to ask her why she’d decided to put the kibosh on their secret tryst? Was it that easy for the man to turn off his emotions?
Gah! She growled her irritation. She had to get out of there, finish her shift, and join her sister. She parted her lips, prepared to tell Dr. Wanker to piss off, when the click of footsteps and a pair of voices left her speechless.
“Ho, ho, ho, have you seen Alec Lamb?” a man asked in an overdone Santa voice.
“One of the volunteers said they saw him walking down this hallway with Calliope Cress, Mr. Claus,” a woman answered. “She’s on her break, and I was hoping to have a word with her. We can look for them together.”
