Page 71 of Christmas Criminal

I laugh, kissing her again and tugging on her bottom lip with my teeth. A strangled sound escapes her throat that has me laser-focused on the way her body presses into mine. The way the light from the tree is reflected in her eyes.

She sits up straighter, one hand resting on the back of my neck and tugging me closer.

And I can't help my hands. The one under her chin dips to her ribs, my thumb grazing the edge of her bra through hersweater. The other wraps around her back, my fingers spreading across the fabric and drifting lower.

She inches closer, her leg pressing against mine as she wraps her arms around my neck, the hem of her sweater lifting underneath my palm and exposing warm, smooth skin. I slip my hand underneath, and her back arches to the touch.

So fucking responsive to me.

She lets out a breathy moan that sends a little zip of fire down my spine.

And then I'm wrapping one hand around her knee, tugging her into my lap and taking hold of her ass, placing her just the way I want her. Straddling me, her stomach pressed right up against mine.

She moans again, the sound vibrating all through her body, and I run my hands along her hips, squeezing her tight like I can memorize the curves of her body.

I run my hands up under her sweater again, exploring the delicate taper of her waist. The way she sucks in a breath when my thumbs move against her ribs. Her hips move ever so slightly–almost imperceptibly–and I can't help the grin that spreads across my face.

This girl wants me as much as I want her.

"Nick," she says as she breaks our kiss. Her voice is all breathy and low and it makes me want to tear her out of her clothes, bend her over andtake her.

But I don't want to rush this. Noelle is something special. I want to savor this. Savor her.

She lowers her head, her lips brushing against my jaw. Sheloveskissing me there, and it drives me absolutely wild. My muscles bunch and release as I struggle to keep hold of myself. She continues along my neck, and I brush her hair out of her face, relishing in the feel of her lips on me.

I let out a groan as she nips at me, my hands moving down along her back until I have two palms full of ass. I squeeze, and suddenly the gentle movement of her hips against me isn't so gentle anymore.

She moves against me, her hands dipping beneath my sweater and brushing across my chest. She moans, her lips finding mine again as she rocks against me.

"Noelle," I say, keeping one hand on her ass and covering hers with the other.

She hums in response.

"Slow down there, Criminal. You're going to get yourself off before I even get the chance to taste you."

15

NOELLE

Sunday, December 15th

His words send a rush of heat straight into my abdomen. I wasn't intending to hump him wantonly in front of the Christmas tree that very obviously means so much to him.

But here I am.

He has so much more control than I do. While I hopped on his lap and started building myself right up to orgasm, he held me firmly, his hands practiced and controlled.

I'm ready to ditch the clothes and bang one out real quick to relieve some pressure. We can do the slow, meaningful thing later.

Because let's be honest, we've been building up to this moment since the first day of my community service sentence.

This isn'tone nightof Christmas tree decoration. This is weeks of pent up sexual energy begging to be released.

His dick is hard underneath me. It hits me right where I'm so desperate to feel him, and every time my hips move against him,the only thing on my mind is how it would feel to slowly sink down on him, to feel how full he'd make me.

He rests his hand on the back of my neck, his kiss slow and steady as I grab at the hem of his shirt and tug it up over his chest. He raises his arms and I pull it over his head, discarding it on the ground next to us.

And for fuck's sake, he has no business looking like this.

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