Page 88 of The Hockey Grump Saves Christmas

I rise onto an elbow and unwrap the blanket cocooning her. “Unless it drives you so crazy that you beg me to stop.” Or it drives me so crazy that I’m about to blow my load, which is a distinct possibility before I’ve even started.

“And where do you plan to begin?” She flings out her arms and legs into a tempting star shape.

“Where would you like me to begin?” My mouth waters in anticipation.

She taps her lips.

“No finer place.” Resting a hand on either side of her, I lower my head until my mouth hovers over hers, our quickening breaths blending together, my senses filled with her scent of fresh spring flowers mingled with sweet strawberries and cream.

As our lips brush, my beard making more contact than my lips, I’m filled with a new type of desire—one that starts in my toes, then climbs up inside me inch by inch and makes my fingers claw into the rug’s deep pile.

Natalie lifts her head slightly to capture my bottom lip between hers.

And I sink on top of her, falling into the sensation of being connected to her, just the tips of our tongues teasing each other’s mouths apart.

There’s no rush this time. Gone is the urgent, desperate need in the theater. Now we take it slowly, exploring one tiny bit at a time until our tongues slide against each other fully.

My aching hard-on heads northward as I maneuver myself between her legs and rock into her.

Her fingers rake through my hair and she breathes a tiny moan into my mouth. It’s such a small, innocuous sound, yet it makes me feel needed, wanted, desired for more than just my body or my status. Her fingers press against my skull in a way that cradles my head, like she’s craving me and caring for me at the same time.

And I’m filled with the need to do the same for her. To appreciate every part of her feisty brain and delicious body and make her realize she doesn’t need to prove herself worthy of anyone’s affection. Because she just is.

I push up her sweatshirt and T-shirt and slide down her body. “I wasn’t joking when I said I’m going to lick you all over.”

She quivers on a giggle as I drop my mouth to her waist and tease the soft delicate skin with my tongue while reaching under her back to unhook her bra.

Goose bumps erupt under my fingers and mouth, making me feel powerful in a whole new way. Thiswoman is coming alive under my touch, and of all the things I’ve achieved in my life, this feels like the greatest success.

I slide back up her body, pushing her shirts and bra with me until her arms are over her head and her face pops out, leaving her clothes on the floor by her hands.

She beams the most radiant smile and reaches for my face.

“Nope,” I tell her. “I’ll come back to your mouth in a minute.”

And I head straight for her ear, running my tongue around the rim, sucking the lobe in a way that makes her shift under me with a heavy, lust-filled sigh.

More goose bumps dance on her skin as I run my tongue down her neck, across her collarbone and lower, over the delicious mound of her breast toward her nipple.

Taking the tight pink bud in my mouth, I palm her other breast and roll the nipple between my thumb and forefinger.

Natalie’s back arches into me, her hands drop from my head to my shoulders, and the sexiest groan escapes her—one that vibrates through her chest.

My soul and my dick yearn so hard for this woman I have to press against her thigh for some relief, but I’m not giving in until I’ve driven her to breaking point.

Crawling lower, my tongue tracing a line down to her belly button, I undo her jeans and slide them down, taking her underwear and socks with them.

I rise to my knees and, for the first time, get to see her laid out before me in all her completely naked glory.

The light from the fireplace makes her skin glow like the radiant goddess she is. The fair hairs at the apex of her thighs glistenand call my name.

“Please take your clothes off too,” she says softly, running her bare left foot up the outside of my thigh. “It’s not fair that you get to see me but I don’t get to see you.”

I cradle her ankle and lift it to my lips. “Is this all better now?” I ask, kissing my way around it.

“Almost.” Her eyes drift closed as she speaks.

Like a moth to a flame, my mouth is drawn up the inside of her leg, dotting kisses as I go. I’m almost at her knee when her other foot pushes into my chest to stop my progress.

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