Page 30 of Their Christmas Miracle

Holly

Oh, fuck. All the pretty little lights. I’m going to tear a muscle, tensing like this. I yank on Josh’s hair, warning him not to touch my clit again.

He listens.

That or he just can’t hold himself back anymore.

Because when he comes up from his knees, sliding the back of his hand over his mouth like he’s just devoured a bucket of chicken…

Those eyes of his are predatory in their hunger.

I won’t lie, I’m a little shaken. My heart’s all like thump-thump in my chest. I can feel my pulse pounding in my neck and throbbing in my mouth.

“I think it’s time you have something a little bigger shoved up there.”

Oh dear God, I think I just came a little. I squeeze my legs shut and lust oozes from me. Josh leans forward, slides his hands under my legs, and hoists me off the counter.

Shit, he’s strong.

His hands slide up my back, until my knees are hiking up his arms, and then he swings around, carrying me off.

He tries to nuzzle my neck, but I grab his face and drag it up to my mouth. When I find his lips, they’re hesitant to part. But I force my way in and he eventually relents, letting me taste myself on his tongue.

My shoulder crashes into something hard. I gasp into his mouth, twisting my shoulder away from the pain.

“Sorry,” he breathes over my lips. “Wasn’t watching where I was going.”

“’S fine.” I resume our kiss, but a second later he releases me.

I’m almost screaming, but the bed knocks the wind from my lungs before a sound can come out. I lie there, knees bent, eyes wide, watching as Josh starts to unbutton his shirt.

Fuck, I think I’m going to have a heart attack.

My heart slams into my chest as if it wants out. My stomach is so tight, you could use it for a dance floor.

“How close were you, really?” he asks, pausing on the third button.

The third button!

I swallow hard and lick my lips. “What?”

“You said I was going to make you come.”

“You were. I was.” I hold up my hand, thumb and index finger a hair’s breadth apart. “This close.”

My gaze latches to those slender fingers of his. Those manipulative, ecstasy-inducing fingers. Another button. Shit, he’s teasing me, isn’t he?

Well, tit for tat.

I sit up and shrug out of my jersey. Josh’s eyes flicker — as if he wants to look at my bared shoulders but can’t stand to take his eyes off my face.

Good. That’ll make this all the more difficult for him to endure.

I slide my fingers under my vest and push the left shoulder down my arm. Josh retaliates by undoing another button. I can see his belly button now — it’s nothing but a little slit in his skin. There’s a light dusting of black hair forming a steadily thickening line downward.

Yeah, you know where it leads.

Right to that cock of his, the one straining to get out of his pants.

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