Page 48 of Holly, Jolly, and Oh So Naughty

She kisses me back.

Part of me wants to stop and ask Lily what’s going on in her mind, but I don’t. I’d never forgive myself for passing this chance up with more talking. The air around us is warm, the storm creates a blanket over everything, and it’s almost like we are frozen in time.

Like what’s about to happen won’t change anything, but it will certainly be worth it.

This kiss is slower than the hurried, excited smooch at the auction. Her lips are warm and soft. As we move against each other, delicately switching the angle of the kiss, her nose brushes against my cheek and the faintest taste of flour coats my lips. A few strands of her hair tickle my forehead, so I adjust my angle again and lightly cup her jaw.

Lily doesn’t pull away, and with each passing second, I grow bolder. I press a little firmer into the kiss and slot her lower lip between mine. Kissing her firmer, I gently apply some suction as we break apart, tilt our heads, and kiss one another once more.

Lily curls a hand into the open collar of my shirt and tugs me closer. Who am I to resist? Our angle adjusts as I lean over her, and I have to brace one hand on the other side of her legs to stop myself from falling over.

With my eyes closed, my senses hone to nothing but Lily. The floral fragrance of her shampoo mixes with the warm scent of cake in the air. The faintest taste of flour mingles with the sweetness from whatever left-over lip gloss has melted away.

We part briefly, and Lily gasps against me, panting into the few inches that exist between us. I open my eyes, and she’s already looking at me. Her eyes dart back and forth, taking me in, and there’s a moment, a single moment, when I think I should pull back.

I should stop this from going any further before we add more complications to the mess we haven’t had a chance to confront.

Lily lightly bites her lower lip and her eyelashes flutter.

I’m hooked.

I kiss her again, and her hand moves from my collar up to the side of my neck. As I deepen the kiss, her fingernails curl into my skin and a thrill of heat rushes down my spine.

Gone are the lingering cold from the storm and the brief burst of nerves in my gut. I want her. And she wants me. Nothing else matters.

Lily shifts, and somehow, we end up entangled on the floor with me hovering over her, scarcely allowing a breath between each kiss we lavish on one another. Both her hands slide into my hair and tug, drawing my head back briefly. Her lips press against myjaw once, twice, then she relaxes her hands and I’m able to kiss her deeply once more.

Balancing on my knees and one hand, my other slides from her narrow throat down to the swell of her breasts. Lily gasps against me and her lips part. I slowly tease my tongue into her mouth as I grasp and knead a handful of her breast through her shirt. Her hands slink down my shirt, teasing open buttons as they go until the fabric falls open.

The first touch of her fingertips against my chest is electric, and I flinch slightly at her touch. It doesn’t deter her as she strokes across my chest and down my ribcage, tracing the angular lines of my muscles. Her tongue weaves against mine, keeping up with the dance as I explore her mouth until my lungs burn. Heat flushes across my skin and prickles along my hairline. I’m too hot and yet not hot enough.

Lily’s hands slide around to my back and her nails bite into my flesh. She groans as I whimper, and I return the affection by ripping open her blouse. I glimpse her red bra for a second, then we kiss once more and I have to rely on touch. The lace is rough against my fingertips as I pull the fabric down to expose her left breast, then catch her stiff nipple between my thumb and forefinger. Lily’s legs lift to press her knees against my hips, and she holds me in place as she sucks on my tongue.

I break the kiss, peck her nose, and then dip down to take her stiff, dusky nipple into my mouth. As soon as I suck, Lily arches up into me with a loud moan and her hands once again bury into my hair.

Good to see some things never change. Her nipples are just as sensitive as they were back then.

“Please,” Lily whimpers. “I need you to—James!” She squeals suddenly as my hand skims the extremely ticklish spot across her ribs. She lurches with giggles, but I maintain my mouth’s seal on her nipple, sucking hard as I tease her. She squirms against me and pleasure jolts through me like a bullet when her thigh brushes against my aching crotch.

I’m so hard, one touch from her and I’ll surely explode.

“Still ticklish, then?” I tease in a low voice as her breast slips from my mouth.

She uses the grip on my hair to pull me up for a kiss, and I slide my hand back to her nipple, twisting and teasing the stiff nub. The rest of our clothes gradually fall away in between hot, breathless kisses and needy moans. They create a nest around us, along with several aprons, but I scarcely notice how hard the floor is.

Lily consumes me.

After teasing her nipples to the point of redness, I kiss down her abdomen and blow gently on her belly button, then I delve into the heat between her legs and kiss against her satin panties.

Lily’s thighs tremble and close around my ears, and her hands tug at my hair like reins. I drink it all up as her heady scent fills my nose. I kiss and lick through her panties until she’s so aroused that her own slick meets me through the fabric. Only then do I pull her panties down and kiss her heat.

“Oh,James,” Lily whimpers.

How I’ve ached to hear her moan my name like that.

I weave my tongue through her folds, shoving my face against her so that my cheeks part her outer folds and my mouth candevour every inch of her. From her clit to her entrance, I lavish attention against her heat and lick every silky, sweet spot I have access to. She rocks against me, moaning my name like a symphony that I only hear parts of as she locks her legs around my head.

It’s the best place to be trapped.

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