Page 52 of Merry Little Sugar Rush
“I’m so sorry about Jonah,” a woman says, stopping in front of where we’re sitting. “He gets a little carried away on the ice.”
“It’s okay,” Joy tells her, offering a friendly smile.
“He’s been taking skating lessons, and he sometimes forgets he’s out there for fun and not playing hockey,” she replies with a chuckle.
“He’s a great skater,” I say, finishing taking off my first skate and shoving my foot into my boot.
“Are either of you hurt?”
“No,” Joy replies at the same time I say, “Only my ego, since I was shown up by a kid.”
The woman seems to relax, offering us both a smile. “Well, I’m glad. And I’m happy neither of you were hurt.”
The moment I have my second skate off and boot on, I stand up and meet her grin with my own. “We’re fine, but thank you for checking. Merry Christmas.”
“Merry Christmas to you both,” she replies before returning to the edge of the rink where she was watching her kids skate.
“That was nice of her,” Joy says, standing up and reaching for her skates.
“It was,” I agree, taking her empty hand and practically dragging her toward the rental stand.
We return the skates to the table, and I quickly slip a tip into the jar before wrapping my hand around hers and dragging her away. Not literally, but there’s definitely a hurry to my gait. It’s like each step I take gets me closer to her apartment.
Just as we reach the sidewalk on the opposite side of the rink, I stop and face her. “I’m sorry, I’m not meaning to rush. Is there anything else you wanted to see or do?”
She slowly shakes her head, meeting my gaze. “Nope. I’m fine with heading back to my place.”
Nodding, I watch for a break in traffic, which consists of one car passing by, and carefully navigate us past the parked cars and toward the alley behind her building. Joy unlocks the door, and we slip inside, heading up the stairs to her place.
Once we’re in the warm space, she starts to strip out of her boots, gloves, hat, and coat. Her hair is a little mussed, but all I can think about is how it would look in the morning, splayed across her pillow. Joy wears very little makeup, and I envision it smudged beneath her eyes as she rouses from a deep sleep.
“What?” she asks with a touch of hesitation.
“I love your hair,” I reply, recognizing the change she’s made. “You’re beautiful.”
A rosy blush covers her cheeks as she gives me a shy little grin. “I don’t know about that.”
“I do. The most beautiful woman in my world.”
I reach and pull her into my arms. When my hands wrap around her waist, it’s then I realize I haven’t removed my winter wear. I quickly rip my gloves off my hands and drop them where I stand. My stocking cap goes next, followed by my thick coat. When I step out of my boots, I finally pull her toward me once more. This time, there’s only a regular clothing barrier between us, one I hope to discard soon.
If she says yes, of course.
“Is it okay if I kiss you again?”
“I’d be incredibly disappointed if you didn’t,” she whispers, eliminating any space between us.
When my lips brush hers, it’s as if I’m zapped with faulty Christmas lights. A zing of electricity jolts through my veins, causing the most breathtaking mixture of pleasure and pain. It devours me like a raging fire, burning me in the best way.
The only way.
I let the flames consume me willingly.
As if engaged in an orchestrated dance, we move backward until her ass bumps the counter. When she hitches her right leg up, her heel circling to the back of my thigh, I step to her body and revel in the feel of her softness against my hardness. Joy mewls, rocking her hips against my erection. The friction is glorious, better than a tree full of presents on Christmas morning.
I want more.
Reaching behind her, I gently lift her up and deposit her onto the countertop. From this position, she’s able to wrap both legs around my waist, bringing the heat of her pussy in directcontact with my cock. It surges with need, thickening even more as desire grabs hold.
