Page 88 of Silver Fox's Christmas Scandal
I deepened the kiss, hoping to draw her closer, but she let me lead without offering much in return. Her hands slid up my chest, resting there with no urgency.
I pulled her blouse open, buttons slipping free under my fingers, and eased the fabric from her shoulders. She didn’t resist, but she didn’t help either.
Her bra followed, and I lowered my mouth to her breast where I tasted her precious skin.
She sighed softly, still not giving me the responses I wanted, but her body responded when I closed my lips around her nipple. A faint arch of her back gave me something to hold on to.
I trailed kisses down her stomach, giving her the chance to stop me but she didn’t.
So I unzipped her skirt, slid it down her hips, and drew her panties with it. She stepped out of them and eased back onto the bed, watching as I stood and undressed in front of her, her eyes following each piece of clothing I removed.
And when I moved toward the bed, she let her legs fall to the sides.
I knelt between her legs and bent to taste her. The first stroke of my tongue pulled a gasp from her throat.
She gripped the sheets, her body jerking at the sensation, and for the first time tonight, I saw the tension in her face shift.
I held her open with one palm played on each of her inner thighs, and worked her slowly, letting her body decide when she was ready to give in.
Her thighs closed around me when the pleasure built too high. She moaned a low and strained sound, and her hips lifted into my mouth.
When she came, it was quick and sharp, her breath catching in a broken cry.
Still she said nothing, and made no effort to let herself come loose the way she normally did.
I kissed her stomach and climbed back over her. I looked into her eyes and said quietly, “I want to be inside you…” She kissed me then, with more heat than before, pulling me close as if she wanted to forget everything else for just a little while.
I pushed into her slowly an inch at a time and drew a new sound from her throat.
She clutched at my shoulders, her nails grazing my skin as I filled her. Her lips parted, and the low moan that escaped carried more need than anything she had shown tonight.
“God, you feel incredible,” I breathed against her ear. I held still, letting her adjust, feeling her body tighten around me. “I’ve been thinking about this all day."
She shifted under me, her legs wrapping around my waist, pulling me deeper. I started to thrust in a rhythm that let me watch every flicker of sensation cross her face. Her eyes fluttered shut, then opened again, meeting mine with a faint spark.
“That’s it,” I murmured, kissing the corner of her mouth. “Don’t hold back from me. I want all of you.”
Her hips began to lift into mine, each thrust drawing a gasp. I kissed down her jaw, her throat, tasting the pulse that thrummed there.
Her body gradually gave to the movement as she gripped my biceps more tightly and her breathing grew ragged.
The change was subtle but real. She moaned louder, her head tilting back, her chest pressing into mine. Her muscles clenched around me as her climax built again.
“Come for me,” I whispered into her mouth, the words hot against her lips. “I need to feel it.”
Her cry broke as she came. Her entire body shook and she clutched at me with desperate strength, her walls squeezing tight around me in hard, pulsing waves that went on and on.
I held her hips and drove deep, the force of her climax pulling me over the edge. My own orgasm ripped through me in heavy surges, each one wringing another groan from my chest as I spilled inside her.
I stayed buried in her, our breaths harsh, our skin damp. She rested her forehead against mine, her arms still wound around my neck.
The room was quiet, just the sound of us trying to catch our breath, holding on to the closeness neither of us wanted to name.
But I felt further from her than ever. Tessa stared at the ceiling, turned slightly away from me, and the distance between us felt insurmountable.
This wasn't how it was supposed to be—but it was entirely my fault. When I discovered I was feeling things for her, I should've said it. I should never have kept my emotions from her.
It probably made me look erratic and flaky, when in reality, I was just tormenting myself.
