Page 53 of Merry Little Sugar Rush
Any doubt I might have had about her wanting this as much as I do evaporates like water in the desert the moment she reaches between us and slides her hand long the length of me. I groan, unable to stop the sound. “Hell, Joy,” I mutter, closing my eyes as the pleasure courses through me.
“Nope, I’m going for Heaven, Burk,” she murmurs, cupping me firmly.
Friction.
So much glorious friction.
“I needed to get your attention, in case you were entertaining thoughts of slowing this down or that I’m not one-hundred-percent on board with this.”
“You have my undivided attention,” I grumble, my heart trying to beat out of my chest. I have to close my eyes to try to ward off the pleasure she’s evoking, but really it doesn’t help. If anything, it makes it worse because I’m left alone with just my thoughts, and those are really,reallyfucking dirty.
“Good, because I know the man you are, and you’re probably worrying about crossing lines and morning regrets. Well, I’m here to reassure you there will be none of either. I want this, Burk. I want this withyou.”
Opening my eyes, I watch the storm brewing in the depths of her green eyes. It’s a heady mixture of lust and raw need, and a burst of pride swells in my chest when I see it. I did that. I put that look in her eyes, on her face. All I want to do now is prove to her I’m the only man to finish the job.
Sliding my hands up the column of her neck, my fingertips slip into her hair as I angle her head and claim her lips once more. She tastes like heaven, her body molding to mine like a second skin. Joy opens her mouth, granting my tongue access to take and plunder. The kiss transforms into something dirtierquickly as hands start to move, gripping at clothes and tugging them off.
My Henley is pushed up, her fingers dancing across my fevered skin. We break the kiss long enough for me to help pull it over my head and toss it onto the floor. Her sweater goes next, exposing first the soft skin of her stomach and then the glorious mounds of her breasts.
Joy lifts her arms, granting me permission to remove her sweater completely. It joins mine on the floor somewhere behind me. I take her jaw in my hands and press my lips to hers once more. Our tongues dance together as she wraps her arms around me, pulling her chest flush against mine. Her breasts flatten against my skin, the thin, silky bra doing nothing to conceal the hardness of her nipples.
Ripping my mouth from hers, I trail it across her jaw and down her neck. I get a better view of her bra, smiling when I see the small ice-skating bears dancing across the material. I chuckle, swiping my thumb across first one hard nipple, then the second. “Jesus, you’re so beautiful.”
Joy gasps when I lean forward and draw one nipple between my lips. Even through the material, I can feel it tighten more, making my mouth water. I glance up and watch her eyes as I gently pull the left cup of her bra down like I’m revealing a Christmas surprise. And maybe that’s exactly what I am doing.
My prize.
Swirling my tongue over the exposed nipple, I feel her entire body tighten as her back arches. She reaches for me, her fingers diving into my hair as she pulls me closer. I draw the tight bud into my mouth and suck greedily, practically getting off on the moan erupting from her mouth.
That’s when an idea hits me.
As much as I want to devour her in the kitchen, the thought of seeing her splayed out in another way takes root in my brain.Slipping my hands beneath her ass and moving my mouth to hers, I lift her off the counter and spin toward the living room. Her arms wrap around my neck, her body molded to my chest, as I devour her with a kiss. When we reach the living room, I move to the couch and deposit her onto the cushions. “Don’t move.”
Moving fast, I plug in the lights on her Christmas tree, which she only leaves on if she’s home, and then start grabbing from the pile of blankets she keeps in a large basket beside the couch. Once I have a nice, thick “bed” made beside the tree, I turn my attention back to the woman who completely captivates me.
Extending my hand, she takes it immediately and stands up. My eyes feast on her beauty, from her mussed hair to her exposed nipple, down to her long legs, even though they’re still covered.
My fingers glide across her stomach as they make their way to the fly of her jeans. When her muscles tighten, I can’t help but smile. “Still ticklish, I see.”
Her eyes narrow just a bit. “Be nice, Burkey Turkey.”
“Oh, don’t you worry your pretty little head, Easy-Bake. I’m about to be verynice.”
Her grin holds a hint of naughty as she bites down on her bottom lip. With our eyes locked, she reaches down and releases the button on her jeans and lowers the zipper, as if she can’t wait another second for me to do it. That’s okay though. Even if I’d much rather prefer to strip her naked myself, I can’t deny the view of her taking off her pants is something that’ll stay with me for the rest of my life.
She pushes both her jeans and the winter insulated long johns she had on beneath them down her legs, carefully stepping out of them and kicking them to the side. “Now you.”
With the flash of a grin, I mirror the steps until I’m standing in just my boxer briefs. Reaching for my wallet, I pull out thecondom I placed there the day before. Not that I was expecting to get to this point with Joy, but you never know. Better safe than sorry. If I were a Boy Scout, I’d get a badge for being prepared.
One eyebrow shoots upward in question, and all I do is shrug. “Not gonna lie and say I haven’t been hoping to get to this point, Joy, but if it wasn’t tonight, I would have been fine and still had one of the best dates I’ve ever had.”
Reaching up, she strokes my scruffy jaw and flashes a small, yet impactful grin. “Same.”
Going up on her tiptoes, she closes the space between us and kisses me. The moment our mouths meet, time just seems to stop. That may sound weird to say, but it’s the only way to describe it. The world completely fades away, and we’re the only two people left.
Carefully, I help her lie on the makeshift bed I created with blankets and smile. She glows like the lights on the tree, and when I see them reflecting off her radiant skin and hypnotic green eyes, I can’t help but feel like I’m the luckiest son of a bitch on the planet right now.
Tonight, she’s mine.
