Page 30 of The Christmas Cover Rule
Taking my hand in his, he smiles as he begins to pull me from the beach.
“Where are we going?” I whisper.
“Back to our room.”
“What about my clothes?”
“We’ll find them in the morning. Besides, you’re not any less covered now than you were at the pool.” I can hear the smile in his voice as we clear the beach in a few strides and hurry across the path, back up toward the resort.
“I most definitely wasn’t wearing a thong, and my top wasn’t see-through!”
When he abruptly turns, I run smack into his stomach, my hands come up to catch myself on his bare chest, and everything once again slows down.
“Tell me more about this see-through bra.”
I breathe in deeply, and my pebbled nipples brush against him. His hands roam over my shoulders toward the back of my neck. I shudder as he begins to trail down my spine, and his fingers ghost each vertebra. Even with no space left between us, I somehow press my hips further toward him, and I’m met with a welcome surprise of his growing erection through the tiny scrap of fabric of my underwear.
I press up on my toes, and his mouth hovers over mine. I feel like a live wire, like at any moment, I’m going to burst. How many times have we been this close? The tension is pulled so tight now that if I don’t kiss him, I fear for what might happen to me. His lips finally brush mine, and I’m ready to climb him, but just as quickly as they’re there, they’re gone. A light shines across his face, and the frustration I find in his eyes matches mine. My heart flips, and it has everything to do with a barely there kiss from Jonas and nothing to do with the sounds of a golf cart approaching. Before I can think, Jonas’s warm hand is gripping my elbow and pulling us back between the building and a palm tree. I hold my breath and rest my head on his chest, only exhaling when I’m met with the sounds of his wild heartbeat.
CHAPTER 17
jonas
We make it back to our room without any more incidents.
Stella walks into the dark suite, and I watch her approach the edge of the bed. She stills, and I take a breath, leaning my head back against the door. I know we took it too far. I said things I shouldn’t have said—no matter how much I meant them—and now I’m at a place I can’t take them back.
“Stella, if you—” The words die in my throat when she turns to face me, reaches behind her, and in one smooth motion, her bra comes loose. Heat surges through my veins when she slides the remaining straps down her arms, tosses it off to the side, and bares her breasts to me.
There’s a beat of silence where I have to think if this is really going to happen. Is this really what she wants? I clench my fists at my sides, and my cock grows heavy in my briefs.
“Stella.”
“I want you, Jonas,” she whispers. “I want this.”
“You better be specific, Stell,” I warn her, but it comes out more like a growl.
I take a step forward, and her hands find mychest, trailing a path down the center of my stomach. When she gets to the hem of my briefs, she looks up at me through a thick fan of dark lashes.
“I want you to fuck me in all the ways you’ve been imagining.” Her red-painted fingernails dip into the band sitting just below my hips. She pops up on her toes, leaning against me, and whispers against my ear, “And then I want you to do it all over again.”
A deep groan of pleasure rumbles through me, because that’s specific enough for me. I guide her back a step until her legs hit the bed, then lower her to sit on the edge. Her chest rises slowly, but doesn’t fall when I drop to my knees in front of her.
She twists one of her gold rings around her middle finger, and I clutch her hand in mine, bringing it to my lips. I kiss the tips of her fingers before sliding the middle two into my mouth. My tongue circles the metal twice before I scrape my teeth along her skin, taking the ring with me.
I pepper a kiss to the inside of her knee, gently coaxing her legs apart. The change in her breathing pattern is loud in the otherwise quiet room. I kiss again, higher this time as I spread her legs wide enough for my shoulders to fit between her.
“Jonas,” she breathes, strumming her bottom lip.
“Shhh.” I gently place my hand around her neck and guide her back against the bed. Her pulse flutter beneath my touch, and each beat sends a shiver through me. “Relax.”
With my free hand, I drag my thumb over her see-through, pink underwear and down her center. Her legs squeeze together, and her hands instantly reach for the top of my head. A shiver runs up my spine when she tugs my hair, and I respond by placing an open-mouth kiss on her clit.
Her back arches from the bed with a whine, and her grip on my hair tightens.
“So responsive, Stell.” I smile against her pussy. “And to think, I haven’t even gotten these off yet.”
Her legs are so soft when I cup the back of her knee, lifting her leg to drape it over my shoulder. Like a good girl, she lifts her other leg and rests it on my back to match. With one lazy swipe of my finger, I slide the pink fabric to the side, exposing her glistening cunt to me, and my hunger for her is audible by the rumble in my chest.
