Page 47 of All I Want For Christmas

“See, like that, right there?” Blue fought the need to pant. “Driving me crazy.”

“That’s good information.” He proceeded to do the same thing to her other nipple, sucking and lightly nipping through the thin fabric.

As he drew on the tight bud she felt a responding tug between her thighs and out of instinct and desire opened her legs even more. Christian gave a low moan.

“You know where this is going, right?” he said, looking up at her, his brown eyes intense.

“Uh, yeah.” She smacked his butt for emphasis. “Hopefully sooner than later.”

“Just checking, and giving you a chance to bail if you want to.”

While that was the right thing for him to do, she also thought he was clearly insane if he thought she wanted to just make out and stop when they were stranded in a motel room in a snowstorm with tequila. “I don’t want to bail. At all.”

He gave a satisfied smile and returned to her nipple, pulling the fabric down this time and swirling his tongue over her tightbare flesh. That was more like it. Just as she was relaxing and letting arousal spread out in her body, he lifted his head again.

“I have a question.”

“Can it wait until later?” He already knew her middle name and what the hell else did he need to know?

“Do you have a condom?”

That was an easy question. And a good one. “Yes. Do you?”

“No. I wasn’t planning on needing one for a family holiday and I don’t want to assume any?—”

“Shh. It’s fine. Kiss me.”

“I don’t want you to think I’m?—

“I don’t think anything.” Blue grinned up at his worried face. “Other than you have no game.”

“Excuse me? I have game.” On his knees between her legs, he lifted his arm and flexed, showing off a Celtic cross tattoo. “And guns.”

Blue fought the urge to laugh. He really was just so freaking cute. She should be miserable tonight, yet he had her constantly grinning. It was weird and unnatural. Didn’t he realize she was a cynic?

“You do have guns. Very nice ones.” She trailed her finger across his impressive bicep. “But game? No, sorry. You’re clearly frighteningly honest and kind. A regular good guy, even.”

Giving a grin, he shrugged. “Well, that’s true. I’m sorry, I can’t help it. I just can’t bring myself to be an asshole. But I can try if you want to.”

Now she did laugh. “No, that’s okay, thanks. I kind of like that you’re a good guy.” Though she would like it if he were a good guy removing her bikini top even better. “I kind of like it a lot.”

He leaned down and surprised her by kissing her, then biting her bottom lip in a sharp, unexpected aggressive move that had her body reacting immediately. Everything on her went tense,from her shoulders to her gritted teeth, to her nipples, to her clenching inner thighs.

“Oh, God,” she murmured.

“No more talking.” Christian slid his fingers behind her neck and undid the tie to her bikini. He peeled it down, baring her breasts.

Normally, Blue didn’t love getting naked in the dead of winter, but the room was as warm as a sauna and Christian’s appreciative gaze heated her up equally as the furnace. Then his brown eyes disappeared as he lowered his mouth to her nipple, and there definitely was no more talking as he licked and teased her sensitive flesh. She’d never really considered herself easily aroused by nipple play, but whatever he was doing, however it might be different, she wasreallyenjoying it.

Letting her fingers skim across his amazing biceps, Blue let her eyes drift closed as he moved to her other nipple. When his thumb began to slowly brush up and down over her clit, running along the smooth fabric of her bikini bottoms, Blue sighed in both pleasure and anticipation. The motion, the soft barely-there contact, repeated over and over, while his tongue laved and wet and sucked at her nipple, until the tightening deep inside her was aching and she shifted her ankles restlessly on the bed.

“Christian,” she murmured, opening her eyes and staring down at his light brown hair.

“Shh.”

Blue was about to protest that even spoken in that languid tone, she was not a woman to be shushed, even though she’d already shushed him. But she forgot to worry about it when he obliged what had been her original complaint and moved his thumb from outside the fabric to inside. That slick slide of the pad of his thumb in a firm, confident stroke over her swollen clit made her groan.

She just lay there, more passive than she usually was in bed, and enjoyed the sharp arousal he drew out in her, reveling in the satisfaction when he finally plunged his finger inside her and hooked it.

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