Page 72 of You Wish
With the fire crackling behind them, Jake carried her into the dark of his bedroom, his dick pounding like it was about to break through his zipper.
When he’d peeked into the den moments ago, he’d told himself he was just there to offer comfort, then against his betterjudgment he’d gone and kissed her. Now, he was sitting on the bed, and she was standing in front of him, her green eyes boldly locked on his.
The air between them electrified like a lightning storm was overhead.
“Did I mention I have a thing for elves now?” he said, taking in her little green number. “It’s the stripped leggings that do me in.”
“If that turns you on, wait until you see what’s under the green skirt.”
“Is it a matching set?”
“Let’s just say, it’s festive.”
He groaned. He couldn’t help it. The image of Georgia in red lace, silky skin, and a Santa hat did it for him.
“I can get this rolling.”
She walked toward him and when she went to drop to her knees, he said, “Nope. We both enjoy every round. And, trust me, you don’t want to miss round two.”
“Does it involve my legs straddling your head?” she asked sweetly.
“Until you suffocate me,” he said, slipping his hands up underneath her dress and—after delivering a teasing smack to that heart-shaped ass—tugged the candy-striped leggings down and the dress off, so that he could see the Christmas present waiting for him beneath. And what a gift it was.
The lace was fuck-me red, practically transparent, and had a thin strip of silk that disappeared between her cheeks. Then there was the bra—designed to be taken off by a man’s teeth.
“If I’d known that’s what you had on under this outfit, you would’ve been on your back in the bed of my truck.”
“In the snow?”
“Darlin’, the snow wouldn’t stand a chance with the heat we create.” He twirled a finger. “Now, spin for me.”
Georgia took a little step back and slowly turned around, making a big deal of things. When her back was to him, she gave a little shimmy that he felt all the way south of the Mason-Dixon line.
She gave a cute look over her shoulder then, and as if that wasn’t enough to turn his heart over, she winked.
“Come here,” he said, holding out his arms. She walked right into them and something so right and inevitable clicked into place, like she’d been meant to end up here, in his family’s house, and in his arms, all along.
He kissed her softly, then not so softly, and then hooked his fingers in the elastic of her thong and slid it down her legs, slowly exploring every inch of satiny skin.
For a pocket rocket, she was all legs. Miles and miles of toned, tan, tantalizing legs that he wanted to commit to memory. First with his hands, then his lips, and eventually—when she was panting his name—his tongue.
Using just the gentlest of brushes he trailed his fingertips up her legs to her core, cupping her when he hit the promise land.
“Jake,” she moaned, arching her back, making those perfect tens test the limits of her bra.
He hadn’t even applied pressure and already she was moaning his name. Always one to get to the heart of the matter, he cupped her again, this time using his thumb to flick her pleasure button and,bingo, that moan turned into a cry.
“We just got started,” he mumbled into her hair.
“You always were one to get right to the point.”
“Not tonight. Tonight, we’re going to go so slow and so long we won’t know if it’s night or morning when we collapse.”
“Impressive words.”
“I’m an impressive man.”
“I remember,” she said. “Now, this seems to be an all-hands-on-deck kind of scenario.”
