Page 18 of Second Chances with St. Nick

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered as he traced his fingers from my collarbone, across my stomach, and then down, further still. The muscles of my belly jumped at his touch, like jittery addicts gone cold turkey as he passed over them—lower and lower. By the time he reached the apex of my thighs I was a mess. He gently nudged my legs apart and it was all I could do to hold myself together.

In one simple move, with his breath at my ear, Nick found my pleasure. I melted under his fingers, ready for all he had to give. As he touched me, he whispered words into my neck. I couldn’t understand him, but I didn’t care. His exquisite, teasing strokes drove me mad as he weaved magic, drawing me higher, then letting me fall before catching me again. As Nick worked, his tongue lazily circled my nipple, slowly, then faster, before he took it into his mouth.

I reached for him, desperate to pull him in, to feel all of him. But he stayed on task until I was a shivering wreck. With his fingers deep inside me, I threw my head back. “Please, now.”Clawing at his chest, I was on the brink of exploding, and I wanted him along for the ride.

With a glorious grin, Nick moved on top, and, giving a low growl, buried himself inside me.

The pressure, the heat of him, was all I could focus on.

He moved slowly at first, each long, purposeful thrust stealing my breath… stealing my mind. With each stroke he kept pressure on the desperate bundle of nerves at my center, his thumb moving in the same pulsing, circular motion it had earlier. Under his touch, and his pounding rhythm, thunder rolled through my body.

The sensations he brought were like nothing I’d ever known. Pure bliss. I’d never abandoned myself to another person like this. But tonight, exquisite pleasure and the beautiful man moving above me consumed every fiber in my body. And I wanted to own every single, delicious moment.

I wrapped around his hips and with a grunt, Nick drove into me harder. His ragged breath grazed my ear as his body met mine, slick with perspiration. He’d shut his eyes as if he was in his own world. Was he thinking of someone else? Hell, I didn’t care. All that mattered was his heat against me. Inside me. Over and over.

After what felt like hours, his circling thumb, the intense focus on his face, and the friction of skin against skin nudged me toward the edge. Bit by bit, tiny waves of euphoria engulfed me, as fingers of desire traced over my body, pulling me deeper into an ocean of exquisite pleasure. Lower and darker, drawing me into a bottomless expanse. The room closed in around me, and I teetered on the edge, letting out a long, throaty moan.

Hearing me, Nick opened his eyes, watching me with hunger. He said my name as he pushed even harder, even deeper.

Keeping a relentless rhythm, he drove me higher than I thought possible, until with his fingers at my center, and hishardness deep inside me, I came to a shuddering climax around him.

Only when I’d released my nails from his skin did he succumb to his own pleasure. With a gravelly growl, Nick buried his face in my neck, rocking into me over and over, until finally, we stilled together.

9

TATTOOS AND TENDERNESS

We laid exhausted, hot, and breathless, tangled on the blankets. The hammering of my heart fought with the rhythmic pull of Nick’s chest. After a time, both settled, and he rolled away, removing his rubber, returning to lay next to me. He nestled his mouth into the crook of my neck, hot lips deliciously tickling behind my ear. I luxuriated against the warmth of his solid body pressed against mine.

“Well, that’s me for another year,” he murmured.

I smiled. Nick was still in Santa mode. “Thank you for your service.”

He snickered against my neck. “I want you to know that I don’t normally do this kind of thing.”

I quirked a brow at him. “What sort of thing?”

He stroked my hair away from my forehead. “Corrupting beautiful women in hotel rooms on Christmas Eve. Hell, sometimes I don’t see a woman for months.”

I didn’t know if he was still playing Santa or being honest about himself. I hoped for the latter. “We’re both adults. Besides, this might just go down as the most fulfilling ChristmasIever had.”

He huffed another laugh against my skin, sending a shiver over my body. “There’s nothing like spreading a bit of Christmas cheer.”

As the snow fell silently outside the window, Nick moved to touch my hair, tangling and curling it between his fingers. His arm hovered centimeters from my eyes.

I reached up to trace the line of musical notes weaving around his bicep. “Your tattoos are beautiful.” This close, I had the chance to inspect them. I ran my hand over flowers, trees, mountains and beautiful patterns that danced before my eyes. Almost his entire upper body was painted in ink.

“I didn’t expect St. Nick to be quite so… I don’t know… badass.”

He laughed, the sound throaty, deep and delicious. “Badass?”

I pushed up on my elbow. “Look at you. The tattoos, the muscles. I don’t recall ever seeing a greeting card like this.” I ran my hand over his skin, settling on his chest.

Nick curled an arm around me, pulling me back down to meet his body. “There’s a lot of months between my visits to town—a lot of solitude in Lapland. It gives me time to come up with new designs.”

I grinned. “And work out. Tell me, does Mrs. Claus like to spot for you? Towel you down? I hope she appreciates your dedication.”

Nick leaned to kiss the top of my head. “I don’t go to the gym. And there’s no Mrs. Claus. My elves made her up to deter groupies.”

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