Page 43 of Here Comes Santa Paws

“No one’s ever accused me of being a brat before.” I let a little growl enter my voice.

Elias’s pupils darkened as he licked his lips. “Can’t say the same.”

“You’re the epitome of one.”

Elias batted his lashes as he popped a grape tomato into his mouth. Chewing shouldn’t be so damn seductive.

“I don’t know what you mean.” He licked the tomato juice from his lip.

“Tease.”

Delight sparked in his dark eyes. “Me? What a ridiculous suggestion. I would never do such a thing.”

As soon as he lowered the fork, I cupped the back of his head and pulled his mouth to mine. His tongue tasted like oregano and basil.

Elias pressed his body into mine as much as he could with our TV trays blocking us into seated positions. Without pulling away, I felt Elias reaching for something. I opened my eyes to see him pushing at his TV tray and nearly knocking his wine glass over. I pulled back, lifted my own tray, and moved it as far away as I could reach, then did the same with his. I barely had time to rest back against the couch before Elias was climbing up my body, pushing me against the cushions.

It’d been too damn long since I’d had the weight of another man on me, and those times had been for mutual release, need. With Elias? Desire consumed me like an inferno. I wanted to spread him on my bed and leisurely explore his body to discover everything that earned a gasp or moan from him. I wanted to make him mindless with desire until all he could do was dig his nails in my flesh and say my name.

I also wanted to get the fuck out of there before I got even more hung up on him and had to pretend I didn’t know the feel of his body in this way. Pretend I wouldn’t be thinking about it every time my eyes closed for the foreseeable future.

As the part of my brain riddled with doubt began to shout, the rest of my brain drowned out the fear of complicating things when I had one foot out the door. It was in favor of having some goddamn fun.

Elias’s hands were as hungry as his lips. He touched every part of me he could reach. The only sounds were our heavybreaths whenever one of us pulled back far enough to kiss along a jaw or down a neck and occasional chirps from the TV.

I grew stiff as steel in my jeans. Elias shifted to straddle me, and his hard dick rubbed against my own.

“Oh fuck,” he groaned against my neck as he ground against me in a slow circle.

I gripped his hips to move him where I wanted him. We found a rhythm, frotting while fully clothed like horny teenagers trying to get off before getting busted by our parents. It was the most fun I’d had with a guy in a long fucking time.

Elias gave me another lingering kiss, then pulled back. His hair was askew from me running my fingers through it.

“If you don’t stop, I’m gonna come in my pants.” He circled his hips again.

“IfIdon’t stop.” I gripped his ass and pulled him close as I ground my own pelvis into his.

He grinned down at me. “Yes,you.” He moved again, sending me even closer to hurtling over the edge.

“If you don’t want to come in your pants, stop moving.”

He shifted his hips again.

“See? Brat.”

Elias did it once more, then grunted against my lips, and I felt the weight of a small creature jump on his back.

“Jesus.” He giggled and gently pushed the tripod dog to the side.

Tinsel barked right in my ear.

Elias groaned. “That’s her gotta-go-potty bark. Don’t move.” I wasn’t sure if he was talking to me or the dog in that commanding tone, but I didn’t plan on going anywhere.

The cockblocking dog grinned at me as Elias climbed off my lap and walked toward the kitchen. As soon as he moved, Nutcracker raced up the ramp next to the couch.

“Watch out for Nutcracker, he has a tendency to?—"

He pounced right on my lap like a furry bowling ball, and I curled forward.

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