Page 26 of Wintertime Love (Holiday 2)

My eyes widen at the familiar accent and I whirl around, pointing my broom in the direction of the now retreating Finn, snarling, “You! Don’t even think about running away!”

Finn turns around to face me, grinning. “Heard you were looking for me.”

I start walking towards him, the other end of the broom pointed towards him, my teeth bared. “I’ve got a few things to say to you.”

The handle of the broom pokes Finn in the chest and he is forced to start stepping back till his back hits the wall, that ridiculous smile still on his face.

“You..” I keep talking but my brain has run out words.

“Yes, me?” He offers, helpfully.

I glare at him. “You’re a pain in my ass.”

He gives me a mournful look. “Don’t be like that, Darlin’.”

When I falter under that deceptive look, he suddenly smirks as he grabs the middle of the broom and yanks it towards him, making me stumble forward. In a textbook move, he grabs me then flips me around till I’m pinned against the wall now with his body.

One hand is pressed against the wall right next to my head while the other is on my waist, holding me firmly so I can’t escape. Finn is pressed against me and I don’t fight him, glaring up at him.

“I heard you threw my gifts away, Clara,” he murmurs his voice husky and deep and

The way he rolls my name off his tongue has me pressing my legs together. “So?” It’s supposed to come off as defiant, instead it’s a meek sound.

Finn chuckles, well aware of the effect he has on me. “You didn’t like them? Here, I spent days trying to come up with ways for you to forgive me and you turn your nose up at them. I think I’m hurt.”

“Well, boo-fucking-hoo,” I refuse to fall under his spell and I give him a nasty look.

My reaction seems to delight him and he runs his hand up my waist till it’s holding my chin, firmly. “You kiss people with that dirty mouth?”

“Haven’t kissed anybody this whole week,” the words are out of me before I can stop them.

His eyes darken, and he whispers, “Let’s remedy that, shall we?” His mouth swoops down on mine.

Without thinking, my eyes shutter close as he grips my jaw. The kiss is wet and filthy as he forces my mouth open and licks the inside, making me whimper. There is nothing sweet about the way he makes sure I know who’s in charge as he watches me through hooded lashes as he fucks my mouth with his tongue, making me groan.

My breasts are aching, my nipples painfully tight as they rub against the coarse material of my bra, and for a moment I have the crazy urge to ask him to put his mouth there.

When he’s sucks on my tongue, my knees buckle and he removes his hand from the wall to hold me to him, as he abuses my mouth and I moan under his attentions, wanting more and not knowing how to ask for it. When I have to pull away for some air, F

inn releases my jaw, sliding his hand into my hair and grabbing a fistful. He pulls my head back, forcefully, and my body arches towards him, as he licks and nibbles on my neck. He suckles on certain spots and bites down, hard enough for my body to jerk yet careful enough not to break the skin.

He’s driving me crazy, the burning sensation of his touch robbing me of my ability to think or speak. All I can do is let out small wanton sounds as he plays with my body, finding erogenous zones that I didn’t even know existed. He undoes the first button of my v shaped top with his teeth and my chest heaves as I watch him, dazed, wanting his mouth on me.

Next, he tugs my head back and attacking my neck, licking down the column of my throat and kissing the top mounds of my breasts which are all he can access in this shirt. I’m held in place by his hands, submitting to him, and I feel light headed, helpless in this man’s arms, a slave to his whims even as excitement courses throng me at being placed in such a position.

His kisses his sweeten as he finds my mouth again, sipping and nipping, gently biting my lower lip and making me sigh at the switch from wild and hot to soft and sweet. I’m now leaning into him, panting, and his lips curve against my skin, “I guess this means we’re good now.” His breathing is harsh and there is pent up desire in it.

It thrills me and sobers me at the same time. “I—?” Nothing comes out of my mouth and I let out a long sigh. “You’re a terrible person. You planned this didn’t you?”

His lips press against my cheek, softly and he runs his hand through my tresses, as he lets out a muffled laugh. “I would say yes but I’m pretty sure you’d try to hit me.”

My hands are pressed against his chest and I can feel how built he is under his shirt. I wonder what it would be like to have all that muscle and power focused on me as he thrusts inside of me, and my face grows hot from that naughty thought.

Amber eyes look at me, wickedly. “What were you just thinking?”

“Nothing,” I try to say airily but the word gets caught in my throat because I know that all I have to do is say the word and he’ll take my right here in the diner. I want to step back but there is no place to go because I am very effectively, his prisoner. “Let me go,” I whisper.

To my surprise, he steps back, obediently. His weight disappearing has me feeling wistful and that feeling throws me off. I run my fingers through my hair, suddenly feeling nervous and off balance.

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