Page 28 of What Happens This Christmas
She gulped, her throat bobbing with the least elegant move I’d ever seen her make.
Tempting her, I reached my thumb up and ran it across her bottom lip a few times, watching as she shut her eyes. “Nick, I’m not in the mood for your games.”
“It’s not a game, Candy cane.”
Her eyes snapped open faster than a cork flew from a champagne bottle with just the right touch. Her lips parted on a loud exhale, and my thumb dipped in her mouth. She had the control. She could do whatever she wanted.
The first thing she did was swipe her tongue across my thumb, tasting me.
“We’re not empty,” she said forcefully, raking her teeth over my thumb before nipping at the skin.
“If that’s what you say.”
“That’s such a condesc—”
I pulled my thumb from her, smirking cockily, and hoisted her up and over my shoulder with one arm.
“Nick, put me down this instant.”
Let me think about that. Yeah, no. I didn’t think I’d be doing that. Not until I took her where I wanted her. “This piano is asuseless as most of the miscellaneous shit in this house, but I’ve come up with an idea of how we can make it useful.”
“And what’s that?”
I grunted as I sat her down on top of the piano. “Spread your legs wide for me, and I’ll show you the only hobby I need.”
Chapter 14
Death would be too simple
CANDY
It didn’t matter that we were married. Or slept in the same bed. We weren’t intimate. At least hadn’t been in…forever.
So, at Nick’s suggestion, feelings resurfaced. Feelings I’d forgotten, like longing.
My body was crawling with desire, as if a million fire ants were covering me.
My center throbbed with want and impatience.
I needed him.
Bad.
It was an awful feeling to be dependent on someone, to need them in any sort of way, especially in the world in which we lived. Not to mention the knowledge that this was nothing more than a season—destined to pass.
Searching for something to tether me to the present and keep me balanced, steady, I moved my hands to my sides, using the piano to anchor me.
“You’re so fucking wet for me right now.” His cocky confidence was only winding me tighter, making me want to defy him and clench my thighs. That way, I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing that he was spot on. He typically was, that was the disgustingly sickening part. And one of the many reasons I had fallen in love with him.
I snorted, ignoring the galloping of my heart. “Such a fragile ego that you need that knowledge.”
He stood in front of me, positioned right between my legs.Lower your head, Nick, and just get on with it already.“Not a single thing on me is fragile.” He gave me a once-over, wearing a satisfied smirk. “You should know that.”
Yes, I knew that. Just as I knew many other things. Like if he didn’t press his tongue on me soon, I was going to perish, and I would be taking him with me.
His eyes traced my body, traveling up and stopping on my face. My cheeks were burning, and I didn’t need to see my reflection to know that I was blushing. The smug look he wore was all the confirmation I needed. “Candy cane...”
God.
