Page 11 of One Twisted Christmas

“Helena!”

Fabian eases closer to me, causing my heart to hammer harder than it ever has. His scent is warm and inviting and I have to resist the urge to lean in and bury my face in his collar. Jesus, since when am I this needy? This man must have unlocked something in me the second our eyes locked for the first time outside my home and… I want to explore it with him.

"I- I want you," I whisper, in case he didn't hear it the first time. "But I…"

"But what?" His right hand slides under my coat and circles my waist before he yanks me hard against his chest. My breath comes out in short pants when I feel the hard press of his chest against my breasts. It's hard, just as solid as I imagined it would be. "What's stopping you?" A shudder wracks my body when he slides his left hand down my hips and into my dress, dragging it up my bare skin, leaving behind a trail of heat everywhere he touches. His hand moves until my panties are exposed and I flush at the thought of him touching me there and finding outhow wet I am. My panties are practically stained with arousal, and he'll instantly know how much I want him.

Fabian leans in and brushes his lips over my jaw, his hot breath fanning my skin and sending more heat to my trembling sex. His mouth lands on my ear and I whimper at the feeling that rocks my body. “You are shaking,” he says gruffly. “Are nervous or scared to be alone with me?”

"It's not that," I manage, barely. I'm in tune with everything this man is doing to me, so much so that it's hard to grasp onto my thoughts to keep this conversation going. Using his hand to keep my dress up, Fabian slides his fingers into the waistband of my panties and tugs them down my thighs. "Fabian," I whimper when I feel his hand slide back up my inner thighs, and then… he touches me.

There is little that could have prepared me for the feeling of his strong fingers grazing my sex. I thought I knew what it was like but the pleasure I sought out myself when I was lying alone in my bed does not compare to the storm that floods my system outside this man’s door.

“You’re drenched, baby.” There is surprise in his voice as he runs his finger between my wet sex. His voice is strangled, telling me how much he likes that I am practically dripping with arousal for him. “You are so fucking wet for me, Helena. Fuck me!”

With a strangled grunt, Fabian removes his hand to tear my flimsy panties off and I don’t look to see where he tosses them as his mouth lands on mine and all I can think is… finally. My eyes flutter to a close and my hands must have a mind of their own because I barely register how they get to his chest in the first place.

There is no teasing or the slow drag of lips like I have seen in the movies and fantasized would happen to me. No, Fabian devoursme like he's starving. Like he is a man that's wanted to kiss me for ages and he's not going to waste his one chance in doing so.

God, I can taste the wine on his lips and I moan at the slick friction of our tongue. We fit together, like a puzzle, and the smooth slide of our lips – albeit a little awkward seeing as this is my first kiss and all – is perfect.

I trail my hand down his pecs, reveling in the feel of his muscles under my fingertips. He is big and tall, I bet he looks better undressed.

“You don’t need to be scared of me, angel,” he rasps into the kiss, trailing his mouth to my jaw.

“I’m not scared.”

Fabian pulls back to look at me. “Then what is it?”

I blink beardly at the man. We’ve come this far, I might as well be honest. “I… well, I don’t really know what I’m doing,” I whisper, locking my eyes with his to gauge his reaction. “I’ve never done anything like this before.”

“And that is?”

“Be with a man,” I clarify, my heart racing from more than just nerves. “I’ve never had sex before. And I want to do it… with you. But what if I do something embarrassing or wrong and turn you away…”

My words trail over when I notice the dark look that crosses his expression. His nostrils flare as he runs his eyes over me. “You’re a virgin,” he growls, his eyes firing up with desire.

“Yes?” I whisper, confused by his reaction. This is not what I was expecting from the man. It’s almost like my words flip something into the man and if I wasn’t scared before, then I’m definitely now. Something tells me that it’s too late to run now. Not that I want to.

There is something dark and possessive in his eyes as his hand drops to my wrist and he’s tugging me into his house. Whatever reservations he has seem to have dropped and now, the call is out of my hands.

Chapter Five

Fabian

One night, that's how much time I was willing to give us. A man like me does not deserve to hold someone as precious as Helena, but I am a selfish man so, I was going to give us this one night.

Dinner over candlelight and the smell of fresh flowers.

And then I saw the look in her eyes when we left the restaurant. There was heat and a desire for the night to go on, but I needed her to say it. To be the one to push this forward because I didn’t trust myself around her.

And now, Helena has stripped me of any control I thought I had. I want her more than anything in my life. More than the title as the head of the Lorenzo empire. Around her, nothing matters. Not the money nor my family and definitely not the numbers

Her lips pressed against mine. That petite body rocking against me is what matters, all that ever matter after tonight. This girl has managed to worm her way into my heart, a place I was sure was airtight. No, I knew it wouldn't be just one night the second Helena suggested we take a walk.

It can never be just one night with us. Helena Jerkins belongs to me!

Mineis the only word that revolves around my brain as I kiss her, pulling the sweetness of her flavors and tasting the red winewe had earlier on her lips. She parts her mouth, letting me in so prettily, her quick submission shooting down to my aching cock. It’s not enough. Christ, I want… I need…

---