Page 28 of An Undisputed Christmas
His hands cupped my face, thumbs stroking across my cheekbones with reverent gentleness.
This was what I loved about Adrian—beneath all his craziness and madness was this fierce, protective love that consumed everything in its path.
His mouth found mine, and the kiss was slow and thorough, a connection that went soul-deep.
His tongue licked past my lips, tasting and exploring while his hands tangled in my hair. I melted against him completely, every nerve ending coming alive under his touch.
“You taste so sweet," he murmured against my lips, then kissed me again, deeper this time. "Like sugar and Christmas morning. Like every good thing I've ever wanted."
His hands moved to the tie of my apron, fingers working the knot. The gingham fabric fluttered to the floor, leaving me in just my thermals against the window.
The cold glass pressed against my spine, but Adrian's body was a wall of heat against my front.
"So pretty," he breathed, his voice filled with desire as his gaze traveled over my body. “So fucking pretty, angel. All soft curves and warm skin, made just for me."
His hands skimmed up my sides, pushing the hem of my thermal top higher until he could slip his palms underneath to touch bare skin.
I gasped at the contact, my back arching off the window as his callused fingertips traced patterns across my ribs.
"Feel that?" he asked, pressing closer until there wasn't an inch of space between us. "Feel how hard I am? How much I need you?"
I could feel him—thick and rigid against my belly, straining against the thin cotton of his pajama pants.
"Touch me," I pleaded. "Everywhere. I want to feel you everywhere."
His smile was sinful as he pulled my thermal top over my head, leaving my upper body nearly bare to the kitchen.
My breasts were full and heavy beneath my bra, nipples peaking from the cold air and his attention. When he cupped them in his palms, I whimpered at the touch.
"So fucking soft,” he groaned, lowering his head to take one nippleinto his mouth. The wet heat of his tongue against me made me whimper, my fingers tangling in his dark hair to hold him close.
He lavished attention on my breasts, alternating between gentle licks and sharp nips that had me writhing against the icy window.
Each pull of his mouth sent sparks straight to my core, building a fire that threatened to consume me.
“Give me more,” I gasped, my hips rocking against him of their own accord. “More of you.”
“So greedy.” His hands went to the waistband of my thermal bottoms, slowly peeling them down my legs until I was bare except for my wool socks. “Santa wouldn’t like that.”
The frost-kissed window bit into my spine, sending shivers across my skin, but Adrian's body blazed against my front like molten steel, his chest searing through the thin layers separating us.
His fingers traced a torturous path through the wetness gathered between my thighs, each movement so achingly slow I could feel my pulse throbbing against his palm.
“Dripping wet for me already? Your body never lies about what it wants."
His middle finger pressed against my entrance, circling but not entering, drawing a broken whimper from my throat. The anticipation was maddening, my hips rolling against his hand, desperately seeking more.
My sounds were barely audible over the gentle Christmas classics floating through the speakers.
His thumb found my swollen clit, applying the barest pressure—not nearly enough to satisfy but just enough to make me keen.
"Your fingers," I moaned, my head falling back against the icy glass. "Inside me. Please, Adrian.”
My words dissolved into a cry as he finally pushed one tatted finger deep inside me, crooking it up immediately to stroke that sweet spongy spot inside me.
The invasion was slow, stretching me open while his thumb continued its circles around my clit.
"There's my naughty girl," he hummed approvingly, adding a secondfinger and scissoring them gently. "Feel how you're gripping me? How your pretty pussy is trying to pull me deeper?"
