Page 32 of The Santa of the Mountain

“Tell me,” I rasp against her ear. She straddles my thigh, and I can feel her wet heat against my leg. Grinding. Needy. She wants this as much as I do. “Tell me what’s been circling in that gorgeous head.”

“I-I’ve been,” she sighs, shoving her face into the crook of my neck as she wraps her arms around me.

I slide my hands down her back, cupping her ass as she continues grinding against me. “That’s it, Kate. Use me.”

She whimpers and I slip my hands beneath her sweater, finally feeling her tits. Fucking perfection. Soft and heavy in my hands, perfect globes that I need in my mouth.

“Cole,” she moans, still grinding. “Your cock.”

“What about my cock? Wondering what it would feel like filling you up?”

“Yes,” she moans, rocking against me. “Ever since last night.”

“Last night?”

“Mhmm,” she whimpers, nails digging into my back as she makes my leg slick with her arousal. “I heard you. I saw you. And when you kissed me goodnight, I nearly came.”

I let out a harsh, raspy breath. And then an animalistic noise I’ve never made rattles in my chest as I thrust a hand through her hair and pull. No wonder my girl’s so needy. So hungry for me. She’s been on edge for damn near an entire day. But so have I. My balls are so heavy. So damn tight and full from saving it for my girl.

“I’ll have to relieve you then. Make sure you come. And then again for good measure before I explode inside of you. Would you like that?”

She nods, whimpering as I kiss her silky neck.

“Use your words, Kate. I need to hear you say it.”

“Yes,” he rasps, “I need that. Want that.”

I palm her tit, massaging her as I caress her neck with my tongue.

“What do you want?” I ask, baring my teeth against her skin before kissing her.

“You,” she whispers, resuming her rhythmic grinding. “Inside me.Fuckingme. I want you to make me yours.”

The lights in my head are blinding. Flashing. Like fireworks in the night sky as my world collapses around me and then violently expands outward.

“Say it again,” I growl, wrapping an arm around her and picking her up.

“Make me yours,” she moans into my ear as she slots her legs against my waist.

I spin around with her wrapped around me, her hands and ankles locked behind my back

“I can do that,” I rasp. “I will do that. But I need you to understand something, Kate.” I set her down on her back and she crawls backward a few inches, eyes on mine as they lazily trace the length of her body. She might be wearing my clothes, but I can see every delicious inch of her. The difficult part is deciding what I want to taste first. “This isn’t a one-time thing. This is forever. I want you, Kate. There’s never been anyone else. There will never be anyone else. I want you and if you don’t…” I swallow hard, dragging my palms across her thighs as I stare at the small swath of her belly exposed under her sweater. “If you don’t want me like that, I need to know now.”

She stares at me and I think my heart’s about to shatter. I’ve never given an ultimatum. Never been with anyone I’ve felt this way before. But I need to know before I’m in too deep.

Then again, it’s too late for that. Kate’s bone-deep. Marrow deep. There’s nothing that could remove her from my being save death. But even then, I’m sure our souls would find their way back to each other. She was made for me. And I was made for her. Fate. Plain and simple.

Kate smiles. A trembling, shaky smile until finally, it settles. “I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

I’m on her before I have a chance to think. One hand beneath her sweater, the other around her throat, her jaw, her cheek, and then the nape of her neck. I don’t know what to do with my hands. I need a dozen more to touch her how I want as I straddle her, collapsing onto her lips with mine like a predator on its prey.

“Fucking delicious,” I rasp, my lips brushing against hers as I finally taste heaven.

She attempts a response but I collect it in my mouth as my lips crash against hers, tongue swirling as she moans. I kiss her until I can’t feel my lips. Until her taste is forever trapped in my mouth. I kiss her until I can’t take it anymore and I slide off her, grabbing her pants and ripping them off in a single flourish.

“What the hell was that?” Kate asks, breathless and panting as she props herself up on her elbows, hair wild.

“A kiss,” I say, before pressing my lips against her bare thigh.

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