Page 46 of The Christmas Cookie Crush

She’s breathing as hard as I am as she stares at me, seeming to devour me with her eyes as she gulps air.

My grin feels wicked as I slowly remove my shirt, tossing it away, uncaring where it lands. Her eyes darken at the sight of me shirtless, and she takes a half step closer.

I close the distance between us, my hands going to the hem of her fluffy sweater. She lifts her arms, helping me get it off, revealing a cami beneath. And when I lift that, my brows pull together in confusion. There’s only one set of straps on her shoulders, but her boobs are covered by fabric when I lift the top up.

She giggles, reaching down to tug the elastic band around her rib cage up as well, and the whole thing comes off together, leaving me blinking at her naked chest, slightly stunned. “Built-in bra,” she clarifies, reaching for me.

Her skin is smooth and silky under my hands. “I could just pet you for hours,” I murmur, dropping a kiss on her shoulder.

With her head tilted to the side to let me kiss and nip my way along her neck and collarbone, she grins, her hand running up and down my side. “Hmm. I could get on board with that.” She slips her fingers inside the waist of my pants. “I think these should come off, though.”

“Oh yeah?” I lift my head and arch an eyebrow.

She nods, her plump lower lip caught between her teeth.

Leaving my belt in the belt loops, I shove my pants down and step out of them, leaving me only in my black boxer briefs and socks.

Nora devours me with her eyes, and I have to remind myself to breathe at the look of hunger on her face.

It’s amazing to me that this beautiful, feisty woman is here with me. Like this. Standing there topless, unashamed and gorgeous, looking at me like I’m something special.

“God, you’re beautiful,” I breathe, unable to help myself.

She reaches out a hand and trails it down my torso. “So are you.”

That makes me chuckle, but I don’t protest. Instead, I slide my fingers between hers and reel her in, needing to be close to her.

Once she’s flush with me again, I kiss her mouth, her jaw, then gently bite her earlobe like she did to me the other night,gratified when she gasps and shivers in my arms. I guide her back toward the bed, and we climb on together in a tangle of limbs, giggling. When she collapses on top of me, my laughter dries up. I push the hair out of her face, staring into her eyes, full of gratitude and happiness that we’re here together. That I get to be with her. That she wants to be with me.

A tiny thought about the future tries to push its way in, but I don’t let it, choosing instead to stay focused on the present. This is what matters most right now. We’ll figure out the rest together later.

She holds my gaze at first, but then her eyes flicker down to my mouth, and she kisses me. As we’re making out, I hook a hand around her leg, pulling her up so she’s straddling me. And when she grinds down on my dick, I groan with pleasure.

Dear god, she could make me come in my pants so easily, it’s not even fair.

I roll us over so she’s on her back, and I’m kneeling between her knees. When I reach for her pants, she lifts her hips, making it easier to peel them off her. “Good thinking wearing stretchy pants today,” I murmur as I toss her pants over my shoulder. They hit something with a thunk, and she covers her mouth and giggles, but I don’t care where they are or what they hit. Nothing sounded like it broke, so I’ll straighten anything that’s off-kilter later.

She’s left in only a scrap of lacy blue fabric, and I sit back to admire the sight, running my hands up and down her thighs, reveling in the feel of her skin under my palms.

“You really are going to pet me all night, aren’t you?” she murmurs, grinning.

I shrug, returning her smile. “Probably. I was planning on doing more than just that, though.”

“Oh, yeah?” she asks, mimicking her earlier question. “Such as?”

I hum, bending at the waist and capturing one of her nipples in my mouth. She gasps, arching her back when I flick it with my tongue. Since she seems to enjoy it so much, I adjust my position, stretching out so I’m lying on my belly, one arm propping me up so all my weight isn’t on her, the other hand caressing her side, plumping her breast, finding her hand and holding it, all while toying with her nipple with my mouth.

Her fingers squeeze mine when I find them, only relaxing when I release the first nipple and move to the second. Then her fingers tighten again, her nails digging into the back of my hand when I bite down gently, applying more pressure until she hisses, and says, “Ow!” Then I back off, licking it to soothe it before sucking on it again. She likes teeth to a certain extent, but there’s a clear limit. Good to know.

I glance up from time to time to catch a look at her face—her head pressed back into the pillows, mouth open, and she’s squirming under me.

Then she withdraws her hand from mine, bringing it to my face. “Come here,” she whispers, using both hands to guide me up her body until we’re lined up, face to face. She brings her knees up, cradling my thighs, and I feel the heat of her pussy through the thin pieces of fabric separating us.

I let out a shuddering breath as I settle between her thighs, kissing her lips like she wants.

“I want you,” she whispers against my lips.

“I want you, too,” I tell her.

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