Page 94 of Nice Guys Don't Kiss Like That At Christmas
“Me too,” I rasp out.“You sure?”I murmur against her neck, already sliding my hand along her hip, cupping her ass to pull her tighter against me.“Because once I’m inside you again, Foster… I’m not going to want to leave.”
“I’m sure,” she whispers.Her eyes lock on mine.“I want to come with you inside me.But, also, if you can never leave, that might get awkward at work.Your father’s my boss.”
Fuck.I let out a laugh that booms out of me and she giggles.Fucking giggles.The sound is an aphrodisiac.
I reach for the lube in the and slick myself quickly.My hand jerks over my cock once, twice, and I groan low in my throat, the need sharp and searing and all for her.
She watches.And when I line myself up behind her, she opens her legs enough for me to settle between them.Not fully on her stomach, not quite on her side.
I kiss her spine.“Let me know if it’s too much.”
“It won’t be,” she breathes.
And I slide in.
Her pussy sucks me in inch by inch, hot, wet, tight, and I swear I black out for a second, pleasure punching through me like lightning.
“You feel so fucking good,” I rasp against her shoulder.“Like you were made for this.For me.”
She gasps, hips twitching when I reach between us, bringing the vibrator back to her clit.The second it touches her, she bucks, moaning low and deep, her hand scrambling for mine.I grab it, hold it tight.Anchor her.
I set a slow rhythm, my cock buried deep as I move in time with the gentle hum of AdamPro against her clit.
She starts to shudder.
“I’ve thought about this,” I whisper against her skin.“You.Like this.So many nights.”
I kiss the back of her neck.
“I’d come home from my shift, still smelling like antiseptic and wet dog, and jerk off in the shower thinking about your mouth on me.Your hands.Your laugh.”
Her fingers tighten in mine.
“And when I was in Maryland I went to Severna Park?”I thrust deeper, making her moan.“I went to Spark in the Park.Thinking about you.I didn’t even know where you were, what your last name was.We hadn’t talked in years.And all I could think was you.Got signed books from Xio Axelrod.M.K.Hale.Elodie Now.”
Her hips jerk hard.
“Told Elodie I wanted a second-chance Christmas romance,” I murmur, voice breaking with how close she is.How close I am.“Didn’t know I’d end up living it.”
She lets out a strangled cry.
“You didn’t,” she gasps.
“I did.And I read every damn book you ever mentioned.Steamy small towns.Grumpy-sunshine tropes.Dark mafia.Angsty second chances.All of them.”
Her body starts to shake.
“And Lady Grey,” I groan, burying myself to the hilt, holding the toy right where she needs it.“The one with the trauma nurse who won’t let herself love the EMT?”
She chokes on a laugh, but it collapses into a moan.
“Adam—”
“Come for me,” I growl.“Right fucking now.”
She shatters.
Her body convulses, pussy clenching around me so hard I lose my rhythm.Her cries are high and raw and real, her thighs trembling as her climax crashes through her.
