Page 45 of Mistletoe Meet Cute
I turn back around slowly and smile up at him. My hands slide under his shirt as he pushes me back against the window and drops to his knees. “Still my turn,” he growls as he drags his hands over my hips and down my thighs, taking my shorts with them. Camden throws one leg over his shoulder and grins a wicked grin. “Eyes on me or this stops, vixen. The fucking fantasies I’ve had with you and these socks?—”
Camden buries his face in the silk of my panties, licking a line along the delicate fabric as he grips it in each hand and rips it from my hips.
Oh God.
An ache like I’ve never known builds deep inside as he licks and bites and sucks... He builds me up over and over until I don’t know who I am or what I’m doing. I just know him and this moment, somehow frozen in snowy time. Until I’m desperate and needier than I’ve ever been before. Until I’m on the verge— My orgasm builds behind my eyes, threatening to blind me untilCamden pulls me against his face, sucking my clit as he curls two fingers deep inside.
I tremble with each stroke.
Teetering as he sucks my clit harder.
“Been dreaming about the taste of your cunt,” he growls against me, andoh God,I cry out, and Camden looks up at me, his lips soaked from me. “Gotta be quiet, vixen.”
I bury my fingers in his hair and bite down on my lip, and what does this man do?
He fucking growls against my pussy and drags his teeth over my clit, sending shockwaves through my core until I shake and shatter into a million pieces, clinging to Camden.
And that’s when Sophie cries.
CAMDEN
Idrag my mouth along the soft skin of Holly’s thigh as I hold her steady and stand up, waiting to see if Sophie calms down on her own. Of course, she fucking doesn’t. I love my girl more than anything in this entire world, but she’s a cock-blocking little thing, and I secretly think she knows it.
Holly leans back against the window and drags the pad of her thumb along my wet lips with a lazy, sex-drunk look on her beautiful face. “I can get her.”
I suck her thumb into my mouth and grin.
This isn’t over.
“I’ve got her. How about I meet you in my room in a few minutes, vixen?” Without giving her a chance to answer, I wrap both hands around her face and drop my lips to hers. “Go, before I let my kid cry it out for the first time ever and fuck you against the floor like a caveman.”
Her pretty eyes shine. “I could get on board with that, Monroe.”
Fuck. Me.
“Go now, Holly.” She takes a step, and I smack her ass. “And don’t even think about taking off those socks.”
“Yes sir,” she giggles, and the sound wraps around my heart and squeezes.
I hang back until she’s up the stairs and out of reach before adjusting my raging fucking hard-on and make my way to Sophie’s room. Madden sits on the floor at the foot of her bed, eyeing me, like he knows what I’ve been doing, but Sophie’s cries have slowed, leaving tears clinging to her long lashes. She looks up at me with sleepy eyes as I rest my palm over her stomach and hold it there until she calms down.
My kid loves skin on skin in any form.
I feel ya, baby girl. Me too.
“You’ve got great timing, kid... You know that?” I laugh softly as she blinks, and a tear tracks down her cheek. “Pretty sure you like Holly as much as Daddy does, so maybe let me have a few minutes alone with her, okay? An hour would be nice. Maybe two?” I bargain with my baby as her little eyes grow heavy. “Pretty sure this could be a good thing, kid. Really good. Better than I ever knew I’d get a chance at, and I’m trying not to fuck it up. But I’m going to need your help, okay?”
And... I’m rationalizing with a five-month-old. Proud parenting moment, right here.
Her heavy lids slowly close, and within moments, she’s back to sleep. And I’m silently sliding out of her room and into mine, hoping Holly didn’t spook and run away again.
I’m not sure what I expected to find when I got there, but the vision that greets me wasn’t it.
She sits on the edge of my bed, her knees bent and pressed against her chest with her arms wrapped around them. Soft blonde hair hides her face until she tilts her head and smiles nervously. “Hey.”
I sit down next to her and grip the back of her neck, digging my fingers into the tender muscle there until she whimpers and drops her head forward. “I wasn’t sure you’d be here.”
She hums her response before turning her head to look at me. “Neither was I.”
