Page 22 of Mine for the Holidays
“Can I have a pen?” I ask, watching her carefully as she rushes to the small table and plucks it from the surface, and returns to me, handing it over. “I have a few changes of my own.”
“Of course,” she whispers, twisting her fingers together as she waits for me to edit her script. It only takes a moment before I hand it back to her and watch the smile take over her face. “You changed the scene to right here.” She flips the page just like I did. “But you didn’t write any lines.”
“That’s because I’m supposed to ad-lib,” I say, reaching out and grabbing her arm before tugging her onto the bed and into my arms. The notepad goes fluttering to the floor, and she lands against me like she’s in a trust fall. Then I maneuver us so she’s on her back and I’m holding myself on top of her, looking down at her beautiful face, her hair sprawled out across the pillow like a fiery veil.I want to remember her like this always.
“I like your ad-libbing,” she whispers.
I lean down and brush my lips against hers. “And I like you.” She smiles, and I kiss her. Slow at first, but then deep and long as she opens her mouth and allows me to slide my tongue inside.
My entire body lights up like it knows this is what it’s been missing all these years. “For the record, gorgeous, you don’t owe me an apology for anything. I’m here by choice. I thought I could keep it professional. But I can’t. So it’s me who owes you an apology. Except I’m not sorry. I just want you too damn much.”
“Then take me,” she whispers as my mouth trails along her jaw, sucking lightly on her ear. “I’m yours.”
“Mine, huh?” I move my mouth to hers and run my tongue along the seam. “Can I get that in writing?”
She smiles against my lips. “Give me the pen.”
“Later. Right now, I want you naked with your legs spread wide.” I push her dressing gown from her shoulders, my fingers bunching her silk slip about her waist as I search for her skin while she wriggles beneath me, helping me remove her clothes.
When all that’s left is her cotton panties, she places her hands on my bare chest and whispers my name, “Nate.” It’s crazy how happy hearing her say my name while naked makes me.
“I’m in love with you,” I blurt, my eyes moving between hers as she smiles.
“I’m in love with you too.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Say my name.”
“Nate.”
“Again.”
She giggles. “I love you, Nate.”
“Perfect,” I whisper before lowering my mouth to hers and kissing her until her nails are pressing into my back and my dick is throbbing. “Now comes the fun part. Roll over.”
“On my knees?”
“Uh-huh. Time to finish what we started at Thanksgiving.”
She grins, and I release a rumble of appreciation as I sit back on my knees and watch her move, my eyes taking in her mountainous breasts as they sway with her movement.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” I rasp as I run my hands over her thighs and the curve of her ass before sliding up her back then down to the waist of her panties. “So soft and smooth to touch.” I press a kiss against the small of her back before I hook my thumbs into the sides of her panties and…tear.
“No!”she gasps as they flutter to the floor. “They were my most comfortable sleeping pair!”
I lean over her, my erection pressing into her back as I slide my fingers into the back of her hair then angle her head so she’s looking at me. “Then I have a new ground rule—no panties in the bedroom. That way, you won’t need them. Or, better yet, quit wearing panties altogether.” Then I crash my lips against hers, her taste flooding my senses. She whimpers, twisting herself around until she’s wrapped around me, her hands going to the waist of my boxers and urging me to take them off. “Please, Nate. I need you inside me.”
“Soon. I want to play first.” Sliding my hands under her ass, I lift her off the pull-out and carry her to the big bed, giving us a hell of a lot more room—not to mention comfort—as I place her down gently. Then I continue to fuck her mouth with my tongue and twist her nipples with my fingers.
“Nate, please. I’m aching for you.”
“Not yet,” I growl, smiling at her impatience as I drag my lips against her jaw and down her neck, sucking on her breasts as my hands roam all over her skin and she writhes beneath me.
“Please. I need to come.”
