Page 113 of The Holiday Clause
Slow, languid kisses had her arching beneath him. Without asking, he unbuttoned her flannel pajama top, exposing her bare breasts. Her nipples tightened in the cool air, and she shivered.
“Look how beautiful you are.”
For once, he wasn’t fighting her off. He cupped her breast and dragged his thumb over the sharp tip, and she moaned. Pulling her closer, he took her nipple into his mouth and sucked slowly.
Sensation rolled through her, awakening her body and heating her blood like liquid fire. She locked her arms around his neck, the bulge in his pants pressing against her.
When she tried to shimmy out of her pants, she accidentally kneed him. “Sorry.”
He grunted and laughed. “Don’t apologize.”
Every time he called her out for over-apologizing, she blushed. “Sorry.” She winced, having done exactly what he told her not to do.
He released her nipple with a pop and chuckled. “We’re going to have to think of a way to get you to stop using that word.”
“It’s only because I’m nervous.”
“You don’t have to be nervous with me.”
How could he maintain a conversation while doing such things to her?
He held her stare and slowly licked around her nipple. “Something wrong?”
“No, just…you touching my boobs.”
He laughed. “Something you should probably get used to.”
She pushed her luck. “Does that mean we’re finally going to sleep together?”
He smirked. “I think you can feel how badly I want to get inside you.”
“Will you?—”
He kissed her, cutting off her questions and distracting her with the slow rocking of his hips. Her fingers forked through his hair as liquid heat swirled in her belly. “Greyson…”
“Shh…” His hand slipped into her pants, his fingers sliding into her with ease. “I want you to come all over my fingers.”
She moaned. For a man who used his words sparingly, he sure knew how to talk dirty.
Nudging his fingers inside of her with slow, shallow dips, he whispered, “Can you do that for me?”
“Yes.”
The tension crested as her body wept over his exploring touch. His fingers glided in and out of her.
“That’s it, baby. So sexy. So wet. Just like that.”
She lost herself, riding his fingers and grinding her clit against his touch until she trembled through her release.
He withdrew his hand and kissed her softly. “Let’s take these off.”
Stripping her naked, he pulled her nipple into his mouth, nibbling and sucking the tip. The pleasure felt so acute it teetered on pain, but she loved the way he played with her. Leaving one nipple hard and wet, he moved to suck the other. His fingers pinched her sensitive flesh, tugging deliciously.
As the sensations built, traveling down her body into her throbbing clit, she moaned louder and faster. He trailed his hands over her curves, between her thighs, and pressed his fingers inside her until she trembled again.
“So responsive.” He rolled to his back, pulling her on top of him. “Come up here.”
“W-what?” She didn’t know what position he intended, and it seemed unfair that he was still fully clothed.
