Page 41 of Santa Baby Maybe
I smirked. “I had to wedge myself into that thing and now I was pretty sure my feet were numb. Just waited for my circulation to come back before I tried to stand.”
She wasn’t mad.
She wasn’t ready to cut me off because of my behavior that morning and she wasn’t offended I’d had the audacity to take her car keys without asking.
But she wasn’t smiling either.
“I know this goes without saying, but you didn’t have to do that,” she said.
Hand her the keys. See if she needs anything. Leave.
“I wanted to see you,” I admitted, moving closer to her. “Make sure you were okay.”
“I’m fine.”
Only she wasn’t smiling. I wanted to make her smile. I wanted her to smile at me. I did want back inside the orbit of warmth. I wanted to hold her and be held and all of those things that seemed totally wrong to want.
“Joy,” I said, standing in front of her. My voice sounded rough to my ears.
“W.B.,” she said softly, clearly confused by my presence. “I’m not sure what you want with me.”
I swallowed. I wanted her. I didn’t know how else to characterize it. I just wanted her. The words stuck in my throat, but against any self-control I had, I moved into her personal space. With her bad ankle, there was no escape for her.
She lifted her hand and laid it on my chest but she didn’t push me away. “You said this morning was a mistake.”
“I…” I shook my head. I couldn’t tell her that I didn’twantto want her. The insult would cut her deeply. As someone who had been insulting her since the moment I met her, I knew that to be true. Joy was tough, but she wasn’t invulnerable.
“I’m an asshole,” I whispered even as I reached up to cup her cheek.
“I agree,” she whispered back. “But it turns out I sort of like assholes.”
I bent down to kiss her, and this time when she lifted her arms to circle around my neck I didn’t pull away. I heard the clatter of crutches falling to the floor, but the sound wasn’t enough to break my concentration.
I had her mouth again and it was divine. Soft, wet, and so welcoming. Like she was taking me inside her where everything was soft and good.
Home.
I lifted her easily, taking her weight as her thighs gripped my waist. I made sure to support her right leg so that her ankle was suspended in the air. Moving inside her home, I turned us and pushed her against the back of the front door, both closing it and giving me a place to pin her.
I lifted my head for a second and I could see her eyes were dazed.
“Tell me you want this,” I told her. Then I dipped and lightly bit her jaw, her earlobe, her neck where it met her shoulder. I lifted a hand and cupped her generous breast. Fuck me, she wasn’t wearing a bra and I wanted to squeeze and knead that soft mound until she begged me to suck on her nipple.
“I shouldn’t,” she gasped.
Shouldn’twasn’tdon’t.
“Let’s not think about it, then. Let’s not think about two seconds after this moment. Let’s just…be us. Have what we want.”
Which might have been the most unlike-me thing I’d ever said in my life.
“You want to have me?” She sighed, even as she tilted her neck to allow me more access to her skin. That spot where her neck met her shoulder. I bit down and sucked it gently, careful not to mark her, despite it being exactly what I wanted to do. I wanted to cover her in my mark, claim her in a way I’d never thought about before when I was with other women.
Fucking felt good. It was a nice physical release. That’s all I’d previously thought about sex. This didn’t feel like that. This felt dangerous. Like we were both doing something we shouldn’t, but we couldn’t seem to stop ourselves.
It felt out of control. It felt like something had been unleashed inside me. Everything was urgent. Our kisses, the stroke of my tongue inside her mouth. I thrust against her center with my hard dick, as if I could fuck her through my briefs and slacks and her pajama bottoms. I had this idea of Hulking out and my cock getting so big, hard, and furious that it shredded my clothes in its effort to be free.
The reality was that I was going to have to carry her to her room, lay her down gently. Strip myself in front of her, starting with my tie, which was going to give her so much time to think. I didn’t want to think. I didn’t want her to think. I didn’t want to lose this feeling by letting something like our reality intrude.
