Page 229 of Screwged for Christmas

“While you were out with your sister. You don’t think the family gets free drinks all the time, do you?”

“Don’t ask Ethan and your dad that.”

He grabbed her hand and she was in his arms and right where she’d been before the twins walked in on them.

“A hungry man like me is a dangerous thing to have around, Ivy, and you’ve been running from me all day.”

“Not true.”

His eyes infused with heat and the way they pulsed with banked need held her mesmerized. “You have two choices,” he drew out. “Dinner with Mom, Pop, and the whole gang…every last one of them. Or…”

“Theorpart of this is already starting to sound like the better option.”

“Me. Upstairs, your home or mine. Doesn’t matter to me.”

Home? “Are you actually giving me a choice?” That sounded welcoming and scary all at the same time. Like a dream and nightmare in one.

“Or, I guess there’s a third option. We could spend the evening hanging some lights in your apartment? I can pick up a tree and maybe some mistletoe.”

“Yeah, maybe later.” She cut in. “Right now. You and I are all I want to see lit up.”

She rose to her tiptoes. “I. Pick. You. The place doesn’t matter.”

A heavy growl rumbled in his chest and in a blink he had her pinned to his chest and rocketed up the back stairs that led to their apartments before she had a chance at second-guessing herself.

“Yours or mine, angel.”

Ivy reached into her back pocket and drew out her key to dangle it high in the air.

“Did you know it takes a man less than ten seconds to come whereas a woman takes up to four times as long?”

“That’s a sad fact and one I aim to challenge.”

Her body flushed with the growly rough sound of his voice. He kicked the door closed behind them and pinned her to the hardwood. Raising her hands above her head, he tightened his fingers around her wrists as she wound her legs around his waist.

Air was in low supply as he devoured her lips with a heated kiss. Fierce and all-consuming, he took everything she had, but she didn’t let him go without giving her the same in return.

“I don’t know how slow I can go, angel. God, I’ve been hungry for you the second you started drilling facts into my head.”

“I know. I mean so many find my fact slinging sexy.”

He growled and nipped at her lower lip.

“Here’s a fact for you. I’m going to suck your soft, wet pussy. And then when you’re dripping wet and aching for me so badly you can’t see straight I’m going to take my cock and pop that cherry and claim you as mine. You’ll scream my name and come for me long into the night and when you wake in the morning I’m going to take your new fucked pussy and fuck it again.”

He sucked on her lip, drew it between his teeth and nibbled, kissed, sucked and then repeated. “Is that so?” she managed when he broke away.

“Mine.” He growled.

“For tonight. Yes. Yours.” And tomorrow she hopped on a plane and never returned to Savage Ridge. Tonight, only tonight, she could break her one hard rule for a few hours with a man she couldn’t resist any more than he could resist her apparently.

Quakes and shivers ran the length of her body as he leaned in and scraped his teeth along the tender flesh of her exposed neck. “I need you,” she heard herself whisper, lost in the decadent feel of his body pressed against her.

He pulled back and his eyes simmered in the shadows of her living room.

Damn him. Why did she want him so badly and why couldn’t she say no?

“Your bedroom or I’ll fuck you here on the carpet. I don’t know about you, but I don’t relish the idea of carpet burns.”

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