Page 65 of Subbing For Santa

“Then drown in them. Open yourself up to me.” I keep my voice low as I speak, and I swear, even though he already has dark eyes, they darken even more.

“I understand what you said earlier about how it can be confronting.” He rasps, and I smile.

“Some people find it extremely hard to let someone really look into their eyes. After all, it’s the window to your soul.”

“My soul belongs to the devil.” He grins, but I shake my head.

“Incorrect. Your soul belongs to me.”

He relaxes and smiles. “Ok, Aggie. I’m yours.”

I believe him too. Which is just weird since we only met last week, and not even properly until last night.

Maybe there’s some truth behind soulmates being naturally drawn to each other. Is Griffin Marx my soulmate? It certainly feels like I’ve known him for longer than I have.

“Breathe with me.” I whisper, trying to steer us back on track. “Nice and slow. Let yourself completely relax.”

As Griffin does what I ask, my hand comes away from his skin to hover over his abdomen. When he frowns, I hurry to explain, not wanting him to get too side-tracked again.

“Can you feel the heat of my palm?”

His eyes dart down to where my hand is hovering, and he nods, his eyes coming up to meet mine again as he too eases his hand away from my skin, bringing it to hover over my navel.

“There’s energy flowing from my hand into your skin. It’s a kiss of a caress. Tell me if you can feel it as it moves, but don’t look anywhere but into my eyes.”

He nods, and I start moving my hand. After a beat, his hand starts moving too, and I feel it travel the same path as my own hand, as if we were actually touching.

“Holy shit,” he whispers. “That’s crazy.”

“It’s tantra.” I smile, continuing my exploration until I hover over his cock. It must jerk, because it taps my fingers, and his eyes widen.

“Shit. Sorry. I couldn’t help that.”

Sucking in my lips, I bite back a laugh before I move my hand up and down, hovering over his shaft as if I were actually touching him.

“Now you’re just teasing me.” He pants, his eyes breaking contact with mine to fall to his lap. He watches as I mimic wrapping my hand around his shaft, not letting my hand actually touch him, and again, his dick jerks.

“It’s like I can feel you. Like a feather or something.”

I grin, knowing it’s the combination of his mind, anticipation, and the heat from my skin.

My tantric sessions aren’t usually like this. There’s normally less chatting, but I don’t care. I love that he is trying this with me, even though I know I’m about to change it up and move it along faster. Maybe it’s because we are new and desperate for each other, but I’m struggling to keep my willpower in check. I’m so ridiculously drawn to him. I think I understand what he meant when he said I was like a drug to him. I feel the same way. It’s like I need him. Like if I don’t have him close right this second, I will die.

Which is stupid. Of course I won’t die. But hell, my heart aches like I will.

“Sit with your legs crossed in front of you.” I suggest, shifting back a little to give him room.

“Like I’m a little kid sitting on the mat at school?” He smirks as he asks, and I grin back.

“Like yoga. Pretend you’re about to do yoga.”

He nods, sitting cross-legged before me.

“If it’s ok with you, I’d like to move this along a bit. I’m having a little trouble holding back.”

He beams, his grin way too sexy for the way he’s sitting on the bed with his dick at full mast. “Fuck yes. No complaints from me.”

“Ok.” I nod, rising to my knees. “Let’s do the Lotus position.”

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