Page 28 of Mine for the Holidays
“Sounds crazy exciting. But do you know what I think is even better? Room service and fucking. Think you can handle more of that?”
“I might not walk straight tomorrow, but hell yeah,” I say with a naughty grin. “Room service and fucking sounds like a hell of a lot more fun.”
Nate
“Hmm.” Delaney hums against my mouth as my fingers move inside her. In and out, in and out, while we sit in the middle of the bed facing each other.
“Feel good?”
“Mmm-hmmm.”
Adding my thumb into the mix, I tease her clit and kiss her with languid movement, my tongue moving in time with my fingers. Her hips rock against my hands, her whimpers becoming deeper then higher as I bring her to the brink then tease her right back down again.
“Oh, Nate, please.”
“Soon, gorgeous. Soon. I’m enjoying taking my time with you. I like watching you come, but I love that moment justbeforeyou come. The way your body tightens and heats beneath my touch. Sometimes that’s all I want to see, so I’m going to tease you and tease you until your body just can’t come back anymore.”
“Hmm. Remind me to return the favor sometime,” she murmurs as she releases a needy sigh.
“Youreallywant me to make you come, huh?” I chuckle before I lean in and gently suck on her bottom lip.
“I do,” she pants. “I really, really do.”
“Sit on my lap,” I instruct, watching the way her eyes flick down to my erect cock, and she licks her lips.
“I get to ride you?”
“Yeah.” I wrap my hand around her back and hold my dick steady. “I want you to sitrighthere and show me how badly you want to come.”
“OK.”
She lets out a moan as she lowers herself over my shaft, taking me deep inside, my shaft surrounded by her wet heat. With all the touching and teasing, I’ve worked myself into a frenzy, and it only takes a few grinds of her pelvis against mine to have me hissing through my teeth.
“Uh-ah. Not yet,” she whispers, raking her teeth over my stubbled chin as her arms wrap around my shoulders. “I want to see that momentbeforeyou come.”
I chuckle as I place my hands on her hips, my fingers digging into her flesh. “Touché,” I say as I look into her lust-filled eyes. “But I’ve got something up my sleeve you don’t.”
“What’s that?”
Pushing up onto my knees, I flip her onto her back, keeping myself inside her so I regain control of our movement. “I’ve got strength.”
She moans as I thrust my hips, burying myself with force. “Who’s to say this isn’t exactly what I wanted.”
I’m caught between a laugh and a moan as she claws at my chest and arms before she slides her hands around to my back, pressing her fingers into my skin as I thrust and thrust, pumping back and forth with increasing speed, her cries growing lower as the friction builds, spiraling us both toward our combined crescendo. She throws her head back, howling as her insides tighten around me when her orgasm tears through her body. Mine is quick to follow, hard, fast, and hot, spilling into her body as I bury myself and still, my chest heaving from the exertion.
“That was intense,” I pant, my forehead touching against hers as we slowly catch our breath and come back down to earth from our combined high.
“Was it ever. I take back all the whining. That was worth every bit of teasing.”
I chuckle as I gather her up in my arms and carry her to the bathroom, something that’s quickly become a tradition between us—make love, clean up, make love, and get dirty all over again. In the last few days, it’s been our primary activity on the cruise. Not the on-deck entertainment, the shopping or the shows. No, the only thing of true interest is right here in this room.
“Two more nights and then we’re back in San Francisco,” Delaney says with a sigh as she runs a straightening iron through her hair to get ready for dinner. Tonight is Christmas Eve, so it’s an extra special evening for her family. They observe the Icelandic tradition of Jolabokaflod, which is the act of giving each other books on Christmas Eve. I was aware of this tradition from the info folder Delaney gave me when she hired me. So I spent over an hour in the bookstore trying to decide what I want to give her. I wanted the book to hold meaning, but at the time, I wasn’t aware of her fiction likes and dislikes, so I found myself looking for books about inspirational women who forged their own path the way Delaney has hers. I settled on a book about Coco Chanel, and since it caught my eye, I got her a second book called ‘You are a Badass’. It’s all about following your own path and remembering that you call the shots in your world. When I bought it, I thought it was exactly the kind of book Delaney needed. But now I’m not so sure. Over the last few days, we’ve had various discussions about her family and the roles they play in her life, and I think she sees them for what they are, but because she loves them, she looks past all of those faults and cares for them anyway. My opinion now is that we should all be so kind and caring. The world needs more Delaney’s.
“I’ve loved every moment with you on this cruise, but I’m really keen to get back home and get my life moving,” I say as I slide the books out of the side compartment of my bag and try to decide whether I should give her one or both. I’m thankful I brought a gift bag to put them in or I’d be stuck with them wrapped together.
“I have every confidence you’ll find your feet,” she says from inside the bathroom. “And in the meantime, I was thinking that maybe you’d be interested in being the face of our men’s skincare range. We’re not far off launching…” Her voice grows louder as she approaches so I make a quick decision and drop the Coco Chanel book in the gift bag and dump the Bad Ass one back in my bag. Except it misses and lands at my feet. Just as she rounds the doorway. “And it won’t be a huge amount of work, but I think you’re exactly the right—” She freezes as her eyes drop to the book at my feet, and a smile crosses her features. “Is that for me?”
Before she can lean down to pick it up, I squat down to snatch it off the ground. But before I can stand back up and hide it, we collide, our foreheads bumping hard enough to make the back of my eyes hurt and knock poor Delaney on her ass. “Crap. Shit. I’m so sorry,” I say, holding out my hand to help her up.
