Page 216 of Screwged for Christmas

Son of a bitch.

Her gaze raked over his chest and landed on his tented pants.

One touch and she would be his right here in the middle of the flour and Christmas cookies. Screw everybody who walked in.

The sun tipped over the peaks in the distance and the lights on the street died one by one. Any minute the first of the day’s customers would arrive for their bread and holiday treats.

“Ivy,” he warned gruffly. “Don’t.” He closed his eyes, unable to look at the doe-eyed expression she gave him.

Chills ran the course of his arms, and his chest widened from the tension she hammered home.

He growled low in his throat as she leaned over the counter, the scent of strawberries like a damn gut punch. A soft pad of her finger traced the ink spread over his arm and chest.

Moving faster than he anticipated, he snatched her hand from his arm, looped it over his shoulder and pulled her over the counter, rattling the glass of the displays and toppling over a stand of holiday cupcakes.

“I can’t want you like this,” he growled every word that left his mouth. “You’re fucking killing me. Don’t you get that?” He wound his arms around her and pressed as much of her to him as he could. With the counter at her back, he bent and lifted her to sit on the marble and drew her legs around his waist. The soft material of her pajamas did nothing to squelch the sudden pleasure that shot straight to his dick as he nestled between the soft folds of her virgin cunt.

“What do you think you do to me?” Out of breath as if he’d already swept her away on a marathon of sex, she pressed a hand over his heart before trailing her kitten nails down his chest. He wanted to feel the delicious pain on his back as he pushed balls deep into her tight core.

Her hand slipped between them, and then she tugged at the waistband.

Warm, silky and pure heaven.

I growl into her ear. “Oh my God, Ivy.”

Using the tip of her thumb, she caressed the head of his throbbing shaft before stroking down the full length. That one touch nearly had him coming all over her hand.

He wrapped his hand around hers. he rocked his hips and the moan on her lips vibrates through his whole body. A hot ribbon of pre-cum slipped over her hand. “Stop, angel. Please, for the love of everything…” He pressed his forehead to hers. “Stop,” he whispered.

“You kiss me, shove me away, and then tease me, standing out there in the snow this morning. Why? Waiting for me to look? Well, I did. I watched you naked for all but a pair of sweatpants. You left me so frustrated I couldn’t even pleasure myself while the coffee brewed.”

He moved against her hand, not ready to lose the feeling of her hand wrapped around his pulsing length.

“Good. We can suffer together.” His angel blushed at her admission and if he didn’t already want her, that would have clinched the deal.

He dragged in a breath of air, and his lungs nearly burst. Looking down at her, the plumpness of her lips less than a whisper away, he listened to the demon in him and caved.

Heaven touched his lips and he dove deeper. The walls of hell closed in.

Tortured angel kisses. The warm caress of her tongue against his. She moaned, and it was harps to his ears.

Palming her outer thighs, he twined her leg around his middle tighter and nearly lost himself when her center nestled so perfect over his engorged cock.

He rocked her hips and knew his hard length rubbed over her clit.

Her legs tightened.

Her chest rattled against his and he tore away, looking down at her. “What is it about you that has me so fucked up in the head? Why can’t I get enough of you when I know you’ll cut me like a razor blade to the throat?”

She pulled back until their gazes locked. His hips undulated, and he pressed his cock into the crook of her thighs. His heart ground to a halt mid beat as he watched pure pleasure wash over her face.

“I need you.”

“I’m sorry.” She shivered delicately in his embrace, and the sudden urge to protect her against every force the world hurled her way, or threatened to take away the pleasure that swam in the emerald depth of her irises, grabbed hold. To shelter her from the pain he saw earlier drove him to grind her against his hard shaft again despite the clothing that blocked him from giving her real pleasure.

“Sorry for what? Don’t be. The torture is almost a sweet reward. But Ivy. The kisses won’t hold me forever. The beast of a mountain man in me wants more. Demands more and I don’t know if I can maintain control around you much longer. You should run. Save yourself for the man you’ll marry.”

“What if this is what I want? What then? Should I still be afraid?” With her mouth parted and eyes wide she tilted her head back and he rocked his hips.

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