Page 6 of Christmas Craving
I shrugged. “Okay.”
We settled in with our food, eating while we watched the movie. I was pretty sure it was older than my dinner companion, but I had to admit it was funny. Once we were done eating, Arthur climbed up on the couch, pushing his way between Lanie and the arm of the couch. She moved closer to me to avoid being squished by the enormous dog.
I was surprised John allowed the beast on his furniture.
It was hard to concentrate on the movie when Lanie was now pressed against me from shoulder to knee. The longer we sat there, the more aroused I became. And judging from the little glances she was giving me, Lanie was feeling something too.
I turned my head, and our eyes met and held for a long moment. I couldn’t resist lifting one hand to push Lanie’s hair behind her ear. She’d tried to tame the wild mass of curls into a ponytail, but it kept escaping its confinement.
I left my hand on the side of her face, and she leaned her cheek into my palm, watching me with those curious brown eyes.
“So… are you going to kiss me or what?” she finally asked.
I paused, surprised that she’d said the quiet part out loud. Pleased that she was feeling the same pull I was. Nervous that my ironclad control was slipping fast.
“Do you want me to kiss you?” I asked, stalling for time.
She rolled her eyes, then surged forward, pressing her lips against mine. I was so surprised I gasped, and Lanie used the opportunity to slip her tongue between my lips, sliding it against mine.
I was immediately overcome with a sense of rightness. I’d known her for less than eight hours, but somewhere, deep inside my soul, I knew this was what I’d been waiting for my entire life. This moment. This woman.
And then I took control of the kiss.
Lanie
Iwas surprised it took so long for Celia to take over. She was obviously a total control freak. That was okay though, I found it kind of cute.
I’d been dying to kiss her all day, dying to know what she looked like when that grumpy act faded and she gave herself over to passion. I didn’t need to be a psychologist to understand that it was all a protective measure – the ice queen exterior, the haughtiness, the way she held herself in what appeared to be an ironclad control.
But that control was fading now, the longer the kiss went on.
Celia pushed me backwards on the couch, and when my head collided with Arthur’s leg he yelped and jumped down to the floor. She stretched out on top of me, dominating my mouth andkissing me with a single-minded focus that I’d never been on the receiving end of before.
I’d kissed a lot of women – and a couple of men – over the years, but I’d never felt this sensation like my entire body was immediately on fire. The building could collapse around us, and I wouldn’t even notice. All I could focus on was Celia and the way she was making me feel.
“Tell me if you want me to stop,” Celia demanded as she pulled away.
There was something about that bossy tone that made me hot.
“Don’t stop, not yet,” I whispered.
She shifted so she could tug my sweater upwards, and I sat up a little to make it easier for her. Her eyes widened as she realized I wasn’t wearing a bra underneath the thick sweater. I’d taken it off as soon as we got home.
“You’re a naughty girl,” she murmured. “You should be punished.”
I’d never thought about being punished before, but now that she brought it up, it sounded kind of hot. Maybe.
“How would you punish me?” I asked curiously.
She took a breath, staring down at me. I had the sense that she was worried how I would react to her next words, even though her expression never changed.
“I would take you over my knee and spank you until your skin was nice and pink,” she said. “Then I would eat you out and make you come again and again until you were begging me to stop.”
The breath hitched in my lungs as her words registered. Then I said something that surprised us both.
“You’d better punish me then.”
She paused for so long I started to think she was just kidding. Then she seemed to come to a decision, because she shifted back to seated and pulled me up after her.
