Page 49 of The Holiday Games

“The very worst and the very best,” he promises, stripping his shirt off and tossing it to the floor.

Before I can properly admire his sculpted pecs or all the other evidence that this man clearly makes time to hit the gym, I’m back in his arms. He kisses me like he’s every bit as starved for me as I am for him, holding me so tight I can feel the steely length behind his fly pulsing against my belly.

He reallydoeswant me, and I’m more excited to finish getting naked with a man than I have been in a very long time. To be brutally honest, sex with Chris had come to feel like a chore, something to mark off my list once or twice a month to keep from feeling like the worst girlfriend in the world.

But with Leo…

With Leo, every inch of bare skin I uncover is my favorite, every kiss makes my heart beat faster, every touch sets my skin on fire.

I sigh as he rolls me onto the bed beneath him, a sound that becomes a gasp when he jerks my bra down beneath my breasts and sucks my nipple into his mouth. I tangle my fingers into his thick hair, arching into his tongue, his teeth, as he makes me burn. Electricity and longing flood from my sensitive skin to pulse between my thighs.

Soon, my panties are soaked, a fact that doesn’t go unnoticed by the wicked man doing wonderful things to my body…

“Caroline,” he murmurs as he glides one finger over the damp fabric, making me shiver. “We have a situation on our hands.”

“And what situation is that?” I bite my lip as I meet his heated gaze, holding it as he teases my clit in slow, insistent circles.

“Your panties are too wet to do anyone any good at this point.” His voice drops to a husky whisper as he adds, “More importantly, they’re in my way.”

“Then get them out of your way,” I say, breath catching as he curls his fingers around the drenched panel and strips my panties down my thighs with one smooth motion.

Then, he’s between my legs, kissing my thighs as he grips my ass in his big hands, shifting the angle of my hips until he has me exactly where he wants me.

Anddamn…it’s exactly where I want him, too.

I cry out, my eyes sliding closed as he pulses his tongue over every centimeter of aching flesh, exploring, tasting, teasing until my head spins and the tension gathering between my hips winds tighter.

“So fucking sweet,” he says, groaning against me, the vibration enough to make my hips twitch closer to his mouth. Heresponds by sucking my clit with slow, insistent pulls that drive me wild. Soon, all I can do is grab handfuls of the sheets and hold on tight as I spiral closer to the edge.

Finally, he pushes two fingers inside me, and I’m gone, coming with a primal cry unlike any sound I’ve ever made in the bedroom. But I’ve never experienced anything like the way Leo makes me feel, so wild and raw, but still so safe. As I dig my heels into the mattress, pressing shamelessly closer to his mouth as more sex goddess sounds rip from my throat, I have no doubt that he’s got me.

Boy, does he have me…

And I intend to havehim. Right now.

“Now, please now,” I beg, clawing at the close of his pants as he rises over me, kissing me with the salty taste of my pleasure still on his lips.

“Condom,” he says, reaching for the drawer on his bedside table.

“Hurry. Fast.” I shove his pants and boxers down below his ass, freeing his cock. I take the hot length in my hand, stroking up and down every hard, glorious inch with an anticipation so powerful it feels like I might lose my mind if he isn’t inside me in the next ten seconds.

I’m so attuned to the about-to-shatter feeling that for a moment, I think the crashing sound is coming from inside me. That maybe my bones have all simultaneously splintered at once, unable to survive this ravenous hunger.

But then Leo flinches and pulls away, cursing as he glances toward the closed bedroom door.

Even worse, he pauses with the condom hovering over the head of his cock, making no move to roll it down.

“Let me,” I say, reaching for the bottom of the rubber.

“The cat,” he says, his jaw clenching as he watches me sheath him with trembling hands. “Sounds like he broke something.”

“I’m going to break something if you don’t fuck me,” I say, summoning a groan from low in his throat that assures me he likes dirty talk as much as I do.

“You’re right. Fuck the cat,” he says, kissing me hard as he surges over me.

“Yes, please. That. Now.” I wrap my legs around his hips, gasping as he fits his thickness to where my body weeps with need for him. And then, he’s shoving forward, taking me with a barely restrained urgency that echoes through my every cell.

Because I need him just as much, so much that I find myself digging my nails into his muscled ass, urging him to take me harder, deeper. I’m usually a slow and sensual girl, a romantic in the bedroom…or so I thought.

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