Page 270 of Accidentally Under Your Tree

"Shhh." He breathed down my thigh.

He pushed my leg between his body and the backrest.

With every kiss he pressed to my stomach, my chest, my throat, bound my heart. Until he brushed his soft lips along my jaw.

I bit my lips between my teeth to keep from calling out.

Hooking my legs around his waist, I pulled his mouth to mine. The brush of his tongue pulled me from underwater. My lungs filled with air, my body desperate for the oxygen that only he could provide. The soothing clarity that he was just as needy for me. I couldn't explain how I knew. Whatever called from within me found its answer in him.

His fingers dug into my waist.

We both groaned as I rocked my hips. The pressure of his hard cock against my sensitive clit sent shivers down my spine.

A floorboard overhead creaked.

We stilled except for the rise and fall of our chests.

twenty

Will

Four nights before Christmas

Lizzy looked thoroughly kissed, with her hair wild around her shoulders from my grip buried in the strands. We were breathing like we'd done thirty minutes of cardio. If whoever was moving above us in the hallway came downstairs, they'd know what she and I were up to.

It'd help if I peeled myself off her. But she felt too good. Soft. Full.

Unconsciously, I rocked my hips from side-to-side. My throbbing cock pressed against her was torture and relief all at the same time.

I gritted my teeth, fighting back a groan.

A whine escaped from her.

I shushed, but it would have been more convincing if we weren't silently laughing.

She tickled my ear, whispering, "That was your fault."

"I know."

She lifted her hips, and my eyes closed from the bliss of her heat through the thin fabric of our pants. The only sound was the rustle of our clothes as we held our breaths. I pressed a kiss to the pulse in her throat. It thrummed quick and urgent.

Overhead, the creaking of footsteps retreated before going silent.

I supported my weight on my elbow to look down at her. Her features cast in a multicolored glow from the twinkle lights on the miniature Christmas tree at the other end of the room. She'd been adorned in shadows since the first night I'd met her. A gentle drape of light on her eyelashes and cheeks. Round brown eyes that saw every detail, assessing everything.

She took me in now, a quirk to her lips. "What are you thinking?"

"You can't tell?"

Shaking her head, a smile spread across her face. "How could I?"

"I just figured it was written all over my face."

"What?"

"I like you so much."

She hid her face, pressing it to my chest. "I like you too."

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