Page 86 of Christmas Criminal

She giggles. "Just know there will likely be at least three fights and Christina isgoingto cry."

I only shrug. "Sounds like a fun time. Let me know what I can bring."

She nods, her smile widening.

I reach out and pinch her cheek, causing her nose to crinkle. "Look who's excited for Christmas."

"I'm not excited," she insists, even with that grin plastered to her face.

"Okay," I say, bundling her up in my arms and kissing her.

"I'm not!"

"Mm-hmm." I cup her jaw with one hand and tug her ass closer to me with the other.

"Nick!"

"I love it when you scream my name."

I lick at the seam of her lips and she opens to me, a breathy moan escaping her as I pull her closer. Her hands wind up into my hair, holding my lips against hers as she presses her body against mine. She throws her legs over mine so they wrap around my waist and pulls herself close to me. My hands dip to her ass, pulling her right up against me.

A minute ago, we were both freezing, desperate for warmth, but now the heat is overtaking us.

Noelle's hips push against me, the slightest pressure against my dick as we kiss.

Now that my hands are warm, I dip them underneath her sweater, along the skin of her back. I peel it up over her head and drop it to the ground next to us, anxious to feel her skin on mine. When she does the same to me, pressing her stomach against mine, my nerves light on fire.

This girl is something special.

I tug on her hips as they rock into me, and reach up to unclasp her bra. It falls between us and I waste no time taking one perfect pink nipple into my mouth. She moans, her body bowing to me, and my dick throbs at the noise.

I grunt as I clamp one arm around her back and press us up from the ground with one hand on the coffee table. She lets out a surprised gasp as I take a few steps toward the couch and throw her on it, taking the opportunity to unclasp her jeans and shimmy them down her legs, pulling her underwear with them.

And her pointed nipples might as well be the lights on my very own personal Christmas tree.

I nudge her knees apart with mine, settling myself between her legs and kissing her deeply. She writhes against me, her hands dipping to my pants to undo my jeans and push them down over my hips. She tugs at the waistband of my underwear, freeing me and taking me in her hand.

I breathe in sharply as I feel every single one of her fingers tighten around me. I let my head dip into her neck, smelling that delicious chocolatey rose scent of hers as she pumps me. A strangled sound escapes my throat as my hands roam her body, thumbing her nipples and grabbing at her hips.

"I want you," she breathes into my ear.

I nod, fumbling for my jeans on the floor. "Condom," I mumble in explanation, as I search my pockets.

And come up empty. I blink as I sit up and search again. "Fuck."

"Do you have one upstairs?"

I shake my head. "I put my last three in my pocket. I swear," I say. I think back through the night. Ididput them in my pockets, I'm sure of it.

But I also put my wallet in that pocket.

And if I had to take a wild guess, I'd bet those three condoms are somewhere on the ground in the town square.

I hang my head. "They must have fallen out of my pocket."

"Nick," she groans, throwing her arm over her face.

And god, her tits look downright edible right now. I take an indulgent moment to torture myself, my eyes scanning her body. The slickness between her thighs glints in the light of the Christmas tree.

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