Page 116 of The Holiday Grump
“Because I made a deal with Felicity that she’d take care of them if I needed a moment. I wasn’t sure if you’d need a moment, too, but I think she figured that out.”
His lips landed on mine, and I melted into that kiss. No part of me held back. I opened up, meeting his tongue, moaning out of sheer need. He hiked up my dress, and his hand brushed up my thigh, cupping my ass. “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted this. How much I’ve thought about this.”
“But your rib…” I lost all words as that hand reached in, his fingers grazing my delicate flesh through the thick stockings.
Damn stockings. I was dressed like one of the elves I’d crocheted.
“Don’t worry about my ribs,” he grunted, pressing his erection against my throbbing clit.
I loved seeing him in flannel. It channeled some kind of lumberjack sexual energy I found irresistible. He kissed me again, his tongue as desperate as our bodies to get closer and not leave any air between us. My excitement built, turning into a deep, throbbing need.
He couldn’t lift me, though, and I knew lying down made his chest hurt.
“How would you like an ass print on that antique dresser of yours?” I asked as we came up for breath.
I glanced at the old piece of furniture, which seemed the perfect height.
“Put a bow on it, and it’ll be the best Christmas present I’ve ever had.”
Before he could make a move, I slid out of his reach, wiggled out of my stockings and panties, and hopped up on the dresser. I didn’t have to wait for him. Before I could lift the hem of my dress, he stood between my thighs, rolling it up for me. “You’re doing all the work.”
“I care about your health.” I smiled, popping the button on his jeans.
He took over undressing. The hard-on that sprang free was so impressive I blinked at it, frozen for a second. The flannel shirt split on each side of it like theater curtains.
“I’m actually desperate for you,” he said. “I was scared for a minute there that I’d come in my pants.”
“You can still sound like a foghorn if you want.” I bit my lip.
I’d never seen anyone that far gone. That much in need. There was something so hot and beautiful about it. So vulnerable. Yet he held back, trying to crouch down to take care of me.
“No. Stand up. Use your fingers,” I said firmly.
I was already so charged that a breath could have sent me over the edge. As his fingers circled me, my breath turned into gasps, and I grabbed the edge of the dresser. Forget ass prints. This dresser would need to be treated for hot liquid stains.
“More,” I murmured. “A little closer.”
He made the circles smaller, gently brushing over my clit. I shook from head to toe.
“Pressure.”
“Oh my God. Noelle. You’re so wet.”
I couldn’t believe I was telling him what to do.
“Now,” I told him. “I need you now.”
I raised my knees, and he thrust into me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and breathed through the sensation. The fullness. The pressure. It was perfect, and it was doing its thing. I tilted my hips, and he followed my lead, pumping into me, making sparkles erupt behind my eyelids like thousands of Christmas lights. I was coming. I was coming so hard I lost all sense of time and place. I didn’t know who I was anymore, and it didn’t matter.
I was happy and secure and one with the universe. I was home.
He groaned, and I felt his orgasm inside me as he held me, shaking. I clung to him, my whole body pulsing in sync with his. He didn’t let go. He didn’t rush me. And as we held there, I felt my pulse gradually slowing down until I was almost sleepy.
“I love you so much,” he whispered into my hair.
“I love you too.” I sniffed, swallowing a sudden ball of tears in my throat. “Don’t lift me,” I warned him, sliding off the dresser.
He raised his arms. “I also love it when you take charge.”
