Page 49 of Snowbound with the Santas

His blue eyes are dark in the low light, and his smile is wide, even buried in that beard. It warms my heart just as much as his hands on my leg, and my core gives an unexpected flutter.

He’s so incredibly handsome. I thought that ever since I laid eyes on him, but now that I know how gentle and caring his heart is, he’s ten times more attractive.

“So, uhm…” The words catch in my throat as Nick’s hands continue to linger on my leg. The hand just under the crease of my knee slides up half an inch, and his fingertips skim across the sensitive skin of my inner thigh.

“Your other wound,” he says softly. “It survived the shower?”

“Mmhmm.” I pull my towel up to show him the neatly wrapped bandage that, while damp, is still secure in place around my thigh. His fingers stroke upward and he shifts on his knees.

I study his face, watching as his brow pulls south slightly and his lips press into a line as he checks me over. His long, blond hair is scooped back into a loose pony at the base of his neck, but as a few loose strands fall forward, I ache to touch them.

And then I do because my self-control goes out the window.

Reaching forward, I catch those strands with the backs of my fingers and tuck his hair back behind his ear. As I do so, Nick looks up at me through his fluffy lashes and my core gives another unexpected clench. My thighs follow suit as my nerves jump, and I slowly wet my lower lip.

“You, uh…” I swallow hard. “Any–Anything else you want to check out?”

I don’t know what triggers it, and frankly, I don’t care. Nick suddenly surges upward, and his mouth crashes into mine in a full kiss that immediately takes my breath away. His lips are thick and soft, dwarfing my own as he kisses me. His beard is soft against my cheek and neck, and as both of his hands slide up under my towel to grasp my bare hips, my heart punches up into my throat.

I drape my arms around his shoulders once the surprise passes, then pull him close against me and sink into the incredible warmth that pours off him.

Nothing else matters. Pain is forgotten. Tiredness is forgotten. There’s only Nick and the scents of woodsmoke and mint filling my lungs. His mouth devours mine, and when we part briefly for air, he immediately kisses me again. His tongue thrusts into my mouth, and he pulls me off the toilet and swiftly into his lap like I weigh nothing.

It’s incredibly thrilling, and I giggle, unable to stop myself. Nick smiles against me as his tongue slides against my own, weaving a path through my mouth like he’s exploring every inch of me. His hands push the towel away, and rough fingertips trail up my bare back, then down to the swell of my ass where he grips a handful and pulls my hips against his.

The roughness of his jeans is a shock against my pussy, but the surge of pleasure is delicious. My fingers scrabble at his shirt, seeking a path in to get my hands on the hot skin I know is underneath. It’s a challenge since he refuses to let me go and help. He’s caught up in kissing me, switching the lock on my lips each time we need a gasp of air, and he repeatedly pulls my hips against him.

“Nick,” I rasp out, barely able to speak. “I want?—”

“I know.” He growls, and his voice is so low that I feel it vibrate through his chest. He finally releases me so he can rip his shirt over his head. Then when he pulls me against him, mybare breasts press into the thick ridges of his muscular torso, cushioned by the swirls of chest hair covering his pecs. His warmth is unbelievable, and I writhe against him. Nick breaks the kisses to nip a path down my throat. When I tip my head back to give him more room, he bites across my collar bone and kisses the hollow of my throat. Then he trails open-mouthed kisses across my breastbone.

I want more.

My entire body flushes hot with excitement and repeated pulses of need clench through my core. Panting, I caress every inch of his chest that I can reach. At his shoulders, I grip on, and Nick suddenly lifts me upward. His teasing lips and tongue latch onto a nipple and my eyes roll back. I give in to the moans, not caring who hears.

The darkness only amplifies everything I feel because I can’t see where Nick is going to touch next. The flashlight lies discarded on the floor, showcasing our writhing shadows on the opposite wall, and I spare them only a glimpse because when Nick drops me back down into his lap, I forget to breathe.

He wiggles his pants down and his thick, throbbing cock presses firmly against my pussy, a promise that I’m not even sure will fit. My entire body quivers and I clutch at his neck.

“Holy shit,” I gasp weakly, rolling my hips down on his swollen shaft. “You’re—holy shit.”

“Aren’t you kind to my ego?” Nick laughs huskily. He kisses me again, sliding his tongue deep into my mouth. I cup his face, stroking his beard and sliding my hands into his thick hair.

He lifts me up, and my heart skips a beat.

Nothing could prepare me for how thick his cock really is. The moment that swollen crown presses against me, I do everything I can to relax, but I’m so excited it’s impossible. Pulse after pulse of want courses through me and my own slick soaks my thighs. Nick is gentle, letting my own bodyweight ease medown onto his cock, and I have to break the kisses to tip my head back and pant.

He fills me completely, so full that when I’m finally seated in his lap, I swear his cock is nudging the base of my ribs when I breathe.

I’m greedy. I can’t wait. Using his shoulders for balance, I begin to bounce in his lap, and each sweet drag of his cock inside me presses against my G-spot and sends light bursting across my eyelids.

I can’t take it and at the same time, I don’t want it to stop. Nick winds both his arms around me, pressing me firmly against his chest, and then he rises up onto his knees.

I wind my legs as far around his waist as I can. Then he starts to fuck me. I am completely lost to the onslaught of pleasure that follows his barrage of thrusts, and I can’t contain the cry he punches out of me.

His hips are a blur. He fucks with power, and each slam of his hips draws a desperate, needy squeal from my lips.

I need more. I need everything he can give me and more. My core throbs hot and muscles clamp down on each thrust, desperate to hold him as close to me as I can.

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