Page 108 of Seeds of Christmas
“God, you’re beautiful.” The words come out rougher than I intended. “Especially when you’re talking about acid boundaries and getting all excited about rocks.”
She rolls her eyes, but her smile is soft. “You don’t care about the rocks.”
“I care about you caring about them.” I press a kiss to her inner thigh, watching goosebumps rise on her skin. “I care about the way your eyes light up when you’re figuring something out. I care about how fucking brilliant you are.”
Her hands find my hair as I settle between her legs, and the gentle tug sends electricity down my spine.
I lower my head, tasting her through the cotton of her underwear. The moan that escapes her makes me grip her thighs tighter, anchoring us both.
“Carter…” My name in her mouth is the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard.
I hook my fingers in her underwear, sliding them down her legs. She’s exposed to me now—all of her—and I take a moment just to look. To appreciate. To memorize.
“Stop staring,” she whispers, a flush spreading across her cheeks.
“Can’t help it.” I kiss her inner thigh, feeling her tremble beneath my lips. “You’re kind of perfect.”
Before she can argue, I put my mouth on her. The taste of her floods my senses—salt and sweet and Rhi—and I lose myself init. In her. In the way her back arches off the bed when I find that perfect spot with my tongue.
Her fingers tighten in my hair, guiding me where she wants me. I follow willingly, eagerly, learning the language of her body. What makes her gasp. What makes her thighs shake. What makes her whisper my name like a prayer.
I slide two fingers inside her, curling them just right, and her reaction is immediate. Her hips buck against my face, her breathing ragged.
“Carter—I’m—” She can’t finish the sentence, but I understand.
I don’t let up.
I keep up the rhythm, focusing entirely on her pleasure, her body, the way she responds to my touch. When she comes against my mouth, her entire body tenses, then trembles, her back arching off the bed as she cries out my name.
But I’m not done with her yet.
I slow my movements, giving her a moment to breathe as the aftershocks roll through her. Her eyes are half-closed, unfocused, her chest rising and falling rapidly. God, she’s beautiful like this—flushed and satisfied, her hair a wild tangle against my pillows.
“Carter,” she murmurs, reaching for me.
I slide up her body, kissing a path along her stomach, pushing her shirt up as I go. “I’m not finished with you yet, darling,” I tell her, my voice rough with wanting her. “I want to see if I can make you come again. Just with my fingers this time.”
Her eyes widen slightly, but she doesn’t protest when I slide my hand between her legs again. She’s impossibly wet now, sensitive from her first orgasm, and she gasps when I circle her clit with my thumb.
“Too much?” I ask, ready to stop if she needs me to.
“No.” She breathes, her hips already moving against my hand. “Don’t stop.”
I push two fingers inside her again, curling them the way I’ve learned she likes, and she moans—a sound that goes straight to my cock.
“Take off your shirt,” I whisper against her ear, my fingers still moving inside her. “I want to see all of you.”
She nods, breathless, and reaches down to pull her t-shirt over her head. The movement forces her to arch her back, and I have to pause, momentarily stunned by the sight of her—flushed skin, simple black bra, the rapid rise and fall of her chest.
“You too,” she says, tugging at the hem of my shirt.
I withdraw my hand reluctantly, pulling my shirt off before returning to her. My fingers find her again as I reach behind her with my other hand, unhooking her bra with practiced ease. The straps fall away, and I lower my head to take one perfect nipple into my mouth.
She gasps, arching into me, her hands flying to my hair. The sound she makes—half moan, half my name—sends heat straight through me. I circle my tongue around her nipple, feeling it harden against my mouth, while my fingers resume their rhythm between her legs.
“Carter.” Her body tenses beneath me. “Oh my god.”
I switch to her other breast, lavishing it with the same attention, sucking gently and then grazing it with my teeth. The combination makes her gasp, her back arching off the bed.
