Page 48 of Getting Wrapped Up

He parted her slick folds, reveling in how wet she was, how ready for him. She wanted him, and the realization of what that really meant grabbed him in the chest. This was more than sex. She could have stayed in San Francisco for sex. She could have any man. She’d come to Sapphire Falls, gone to the bar with high hopes. Hopes for something more than anything she’d had before. She’d taken his arm and walked into that town square with nothing but trust and hope. She’d had no way of knowing what would happen. But she’d trusted him with her Christmas. After a lifetime of disappointing Christmases, she’d let him be a part of this one, this one that she’d so needed to be wonderful.

All of those things were crazy things to be thinking when she was spread out before him like this, but this was more than sex. It was even more than candy cane sex.

This was what he wanted forever.

And he’d known her for a day.

That shot desire so intense through him that he almost tossed the candy cane and plunged into her. He wanted to be a part of her, to get to her like she had gotten to him.

But he also wanted her to get wet whenever she saw the red-and-white-striped mints at the front entrance of every restaurant she went into.

When she saw those mints, he wanted her to turn to him, tell him to grab a handful and take her home.

He really wanted that. He wanted to be the guy with her at every restaurant and the guy who took her home.

He dragged the candy cane through her wetness and circled her clit again before leaning in and licking along the same path. He flicked his tongue over her clit and then sucked, the combined sweetness mind blowing.

“Levi.”

He felt her hand in his hair and he increased his pressure on her clit while sliding the candy cane a little ways into her heat.

“Levi.”

The cane was tiny compared to what she was going to be taking in a minute, but he knew it was partly how naughty all of this was that was ratcheting her desire higher. He added a finger alongside the candy stick, stretching her and stroking deeper.

She widened her legs and increased her grip on his hair.

“More. I need more.”

With his thumb circling her clit and his finger deep, he lifted his head to watch her. She was gorgeous. Her neck arched, her hair spilling over the cushion under her, her breasts hard-tipped and perfect. Her stomach muscles quivered and he felt her inner muscles clenching his finger.

“Oh, no, you’re not coming apart like this,” he said with a grin, loving that he could drive her to that point.

“But…I want…”

“I know, baby,” he said softly. “Katie, open your eyes.”

She did, and he made sure she was focused on him as he withdrew his finger and the candy cane and lifted them to his mouth. He slid them onto his tongue and sucked both clean. He didn’t have to fake the groan of satisfaction he gave at the taste.

She sucked in a quick breath and seemed to be holding it.

“Most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted.” And it was all her.

He dragged the candy cane through her wetness again and this time lifted it to her mouth.

She parted her lips and his cock hardened further. He slid the candy into her mouth and she closed her lips around it, tasting herself and the peppermint as he drew it back out slowly. Her gaze was locked on his the whole time.

“See what I mean?” he asked gruffly.

“I need you,” she said breathlessly.

Yes, she did. He just hoped it was even half as much as he needed her.

He tossed the candy cane toward the fireplace and moved to kneel between her knees on the couch. She spread her knees, welcoming him into the cradle of her hips. He reached blindly for a condom on the coffee table and managed to knock all three to the floor.

Kate reached for them, grabbed one and ripped the package open with her teeth as she had with the candy cane. She rolled it onto him in a practiced motion he wasnotgoing to think about. Instead, he slid one hand underneath her ass, tilted her pelvis and braced his other hand on the back of the couch.

He slid home a second later.

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