Page 15 of Never Sleigh Never

She lifts onto her elbows, watching me move the grate into place. A saucy smile spreads across her face, and the second we’re protected from flying embers, I eye her suspiciously. “What?

She gives the slightest shrug of her shoulder. “You sure know how to start a fire.”

“That so?” I ask, arching an eyebrow.

“Mm-hmm.”

She’s not talking about the fire in the hearth. And neither am I. “And here I was thinking you were the one who set things smoldering.”

“Me?” she says, feigning innocence.

“You,” I confirm, relishing the way her gaze drops and her lips part as I unbutton my flannel and slip it off. I toss it aside before tugging off my white T-shirt in one smooth move.

“I…I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she insists, licking her lips and driving me wild.

“No?”

Planting a palm on either side of her head, I shift until my bare chest is hovering only inches above her and my cock is pressed against her core through entirely too many layers of clothing.

“No,” she insists, even though she’s squirming and her back is arching.

And I can’t help it. Because I’ve learned ruffling Cara Livingston’s feathers is more fun than cracking open a cold beer after a long day. I bend and tug her earlobe in between my lips, humming a murmur of approval before I lick my way down to her collarbone.

“Then maybe I should stop,” I threaten against her warm skin.

“No!” she cries, digging her nails into my flesh as I press up. Until she realizes I’m only shifting so I can unbutton her pajama top and spread it open.

I circle a nipple with a single finger, mesmerized by the sight of those generous globes laid bare before me.

“So, I should keep going?” I ask. As if I don’t know the answer.

The tip puckers, and her thighs clench around my hips as she nods vigorously. “Yes! Please.”

A warm sensation spreads throughout my chest as I brush my thumb against one nipple. I reward her moan of pleasure by sucking the other bud deep into my mouth.

Her eyes squeeze shut, and her breath hitches as she pins me in place against her.

“If you trap me here,” I murmur, nibbling gently, “I can’t work my way to where I want to be.”

As if I said the magic words, her thighs release instantly. With a chuckle, I kiss my way down to her bellybutton then slip a hand under each hip and tug down the reindeer-covered pajamas and the sexiest pair of black lace panties I’ve ever seen.

The sight of her wet, pink, swollen core makes my cock twitch. I can’t wait to bury my face, and more, in it. But I can’t concentrate when my jeans are cutting off my circulation,making a painful situation even more so. I kick off my work boots and tug off my jeans. Cara’s gaze drops to my cock before I sink back down to settle my head between her legs.

“Keep these legs spread,” I warn, my voice rough. “Wide open for me.”

“And if I don’t?” She licks her lips and bites back a smile as if I’m joking.

I’m not.

“I’ll stop,” I warn, a thousand percent sure there’s no way I could follow through on the threat once I draw a deep breath and discover the only scent in the world more appealing than fresh-cut lumber.

“You wouldn’t,” she gasps but presses a palm flat on each thigh as if to remind herself.

“Only one way to find out,” I murmur as I kiss one smooth inner thigh and then the other before dipping my chin and burying myself in her slick folds.

And damn, if she doesn’t taste as good as she smells. One long lick and I’m digging deep for control while I explore every inch of her, working my way up to the swollen bud, her cries getting louder by the second. Her hands fly to my head, nails scraping my scalp as I tongue her, and, within seconds, have her thighs trembling.

No way she can come yet. I’m just getting started. I ease the pressure, swiping with featherlight touches rather than going down as if her clit is a patch of uneven drywall and my tongue is the sandpaper.

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