Page 134 of All I Want For Christmas

"Okay." He slipped his finger inside her wet heat up to his first knuckle. "Talk."

"When we get upstairs, if you think that cookie frosting is only going on me, you're sadly mistaken."

He moved his finger in and out, and she shifted on his lap.

"We might need more cookies." He slid his finger in a little deeper.

She wet her lips. "Yeah, I have a lot of surface area to cover on you."

He gave her a grin and rewarded her for that compliment by slipping a second finger in. But only to his second knuckle on both fingers.

She shifted one leg, spreading her thighs. He slid his fingers deeper. The cup in her hand wobbled. "This is fun," she said. "But I wish I could have your mouth on my nipples. They’re aching."

Okay, that got to him. He sucked in a little breath.

She laughed lightly. "Now who looks turned on?"

"As if you didn't know I was turned on." He pressed his hard cock against her ass cheek. "Of course, all you have to do is walk into a room and smile. Or not even smile. I feel like I'm always half-hard around you."

She leaned closer. "And my panties are always a little wet when you're around."

His fingers sunk deeper. "I know, City Girl. I know.”

Then she kissed him. And he supposed it didn’t surprise anyone sitting around them. But he couldn’t kiss her as deep and long and hard as he wanted to.

Still, as her tongue stroked over his lower lip, he pumped his fingers deep, in and out three times.

She pulled back. "You’re a good kisser."

"I love playing with you."

She looked directly into his eyes. "Me too. And not just because your fingers feelreallygood right now.”

He groaned quietly. He loved knowing that he made her feel good.

“You’re a lot of fun," she told him.

"Seeing you have fun, having funwithyou, is as much a turn-on as having my fingers buried deep in this pretty pussy,” he said honestly.

She sucked in a little breath again, and Theo loved that they could have this playful flirtation while also being dirty as hell.

He didn’t think he'd ever had this before. With other women, he’d been wrapped up in romancing them, thinking too hard about how they were feeling and if he was giving them what they needed. Or working on keeping them at arm's length.

With Savannah, he felt like he didn’t have to do any of that. One, he felt like he knew what she was thinking. It seemed they’d gotten to the place where they could be open and honest. Two, he was not trying to impress her. He was just having fun with her. Enjoying the moment. And three, he was definitely not keeping her at arm's length. Even though he told himself heshould, she'd wiggled her way past that a long time ago.

He was enjoying her.

He just needed to chill. She would be around. She loved Autre. She loved a lot of people in Autre. He knew she felt comfortable there. Even if she was off traveling, she would still come back to visit. And whenever she did, he'd be there. And they could have some fucking fun.

He moved his fingers in and out again, brushing his thumb over her clit. "So am I gonna make you come here? Or am I gonna edge you until you want to go upstairs?"

"Well, I already want to go upstairs."

He circled his thumb over her clit. She was so wet. And he very much wanted to get his mouth on her nipples too. But he loved making her hold it together while driving her crazy. He curled his fingers, rubbing over her G-spot. "But it's not very polite for us to just suddenly stand up and leave. We have to have a good reason."

She pulled the blanket up to her chin and leaned into his chest, acting like she was cuddling closer.

“Savann—” Then he felt what she was doing. She had her hand up under her shirt.

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