Page 23 of Flirting with the Scrooge

“Oh.” Her face falls.

“I got a song I can teach you.” I pass her my guitar and she holds it in her lap. Rising to my feet, I move to kneel in front of her. “Wrap your hand around the neck like this.” I move her fingers so they’re over the strings. “And then rest your arms here and let it hang down. Keep it loose.” I move her other arm over the guitar body. “This is the C chord.” I grip her hand softly in mine and a jolt of electricity courses through my body. Her breath hitches and I know she felt it too. Our gazes meet for the briefest of seconds before I glance away. I move her finger to the correct string and then I hand her a pick from my pocket. “Strum this string while pressing down with your other hand.” She does exactly what I say. “Now this is G.” Again, I move her finger to the correct string, and she strums it. “Now try them together.”

Her tongue peeks out as she remembers where to place her fingers and strums the two chords. We continue this way for a few more chords. Sometimes she makes a mistake but starts over.

When I introduce a new chord, she tries to play it all back but messes up. “I can’t do this. My fingers aren’t that coordinated.”

“Here, let me try something. Scoot forward.” She does as I say, and I move to sit behind her. My front is pressed against her back. For a moment her body stiffens, but then she relaxes into me. I lean past her shoulder, her sweet vanilla scent invading my senses. What I wouldn’t do to nuzzle into her neck, savoring her delicious smell, and press my lips to her soft flesh. Quickly, I shake the thought from my head. Reaching around the neck, I set my fingers on the strings. “Put your fingers on mine. Then you can get a feel for the movement.” Her delicate fingers graze mine, barely touching me as if she’s afraid because she’ll feel the same current of electricity as I do.

I play the intro chords and then lead into the first verse. Her fingers brush against mine as I move over the strings. With my mouth next to her ear, I croon the lyrics to “Patience” by Guns N Roses. When I reach the end of the chorus, she releases a small giggle.

She tilts her head to face me. “‘Patience’. How fitting.”

I flash her a small smile but continue playing. Her gaze searches mine, then falls to my lips. Her hands fall to her sides as she inches her face closer to mine. A river of lust and desire flows between us. Her lips part and I stop singing when she sinks her teeth into the corner of her bottom lip. I’m itching to feel her soft bottom lip between my teeth. Then her lips crash to mine.

THIRTEEN

ONLY ONE FIREPLACE

Connor

Holy shit. She’s kissing me. Without breaking our kiss, I set my guitar off to the side. With my hands free, I guide her to twist around and straddle my lap. Wrapping one hand around her back, I hold her close as I thread my fingers through her golden locks that shimmer in the firelight. She clasps her hands on my cheeks and slowly rocks against me, the friction causing me to grow harder. Her little moans and whimpers increase when I thrust my erection against her. Before I can deepen the kiss, she pulls away, but her hands never leave my cheeks.

She catches her breath for a moment as her thumb brushes over my beard. “I’m sorry.”

My hands glide up and down her spine. “I’m not.” I sit up and angle my head to kiss her soft and tender lips. The warmth of her body presses against mine. Fuck. I don’t remember the last time I’ve felt like this. All I know is that I don’t want it to stop.

She deepens the kiss, grinding her body against mine. All I want to do is flip her onto the couch and worship every inch of her body. But I refrain. I want her to take the lead… for now. Her hand brushes over the side of my head and combs her fingers through my hair. She latches on to a few strands and tugs, forcing my head back, and a deep groan rumbles from my chest. Her tongue slides across the seam of my lips and I open for her. Our tongues caress each other’s, slow and seductive, as we continue to grind against each other like a couple of teenagers alone for the first time. Oddly enough, that’s exactly what it feels like. I’m afraid if I stop touching her, I’ll lose her and that’s the last thing I want.

I wrap my arms around her waist and slide them under her shirt and up her bare back. She’s so soft under my calloused fingers. Her back arches as I continue to nip and suck on her heated skin.

“Oh. God,” she drawls out, followed by a whimper when I bite down.

“I want to taste you. All of you.” She nods. My mouth skates up her neck, leaving a trail of kisses in my wake. Then I’m working my way across her jaw, until I meet her lips, capturing them in a searing kiss. With my patience wearing thin, I wrap my arms around her waist and lift. She releases a surprise squeal as I lay her down on the couch. It’s time for me to take the reins.

She laughs. “I wasn’t expecting that.”

“I’m full of surprises,” I mumble against her cheek. While keeping my full weight off her, I pepper kisses along her jaw and continue down her neck. A breathy moan escapes her as I suck on her soft skin. She spreads her legs wider, inviting me in. I nestle in between, my now iron-hard dick pressing against her core. Her breath hitches, but then she’s lifting her hips to rub against me. She runs her hand around my back and dips her fingers under the hem of my shirt. As the fabric inches higher and higher, I pull away and sit up. With one hand, I reach behind me for the collar and tug it over my head. Her lustful gaze rakes over my bare chest. Her hands start at my shoulders, dragging her fingertips down and over my pecs. She stops to trace my tattoo for a second before continuing down my abs.

She licks her lips. It’s subtle, but it doesn’t go unnoticed. “This is what you get when you chop wood?”

“Amongst other things.” Goosebumps spread over my skin as she continues to run her fingers over every dip and valley of my abs. Then she’s following the same path back up over my ribs and up my chest as if she’s memorizing my body. She can do whatever she wants, as long as she doesn’t stop touching me.What am I doing? Don’t get attached. You’re not fucking staying.But I know this is a battle I won’t win.

I glance down, her hair fans out across the couch as a warm glow from the flickering fire illuminates behind me. Bending down, I press my lips to hers. With one hand, I pull at the hem of her shirt. She sits up, and I break our kiss so I can pull it over her head. My gaze roams down her pink lace covered chest. The swells of her tits heave in anticipation. I bend down and place open mouth kisses on one, then the other. My lips brush along her pebbled nipple before I place my mouth over the lacy fabric and suck. Then I repeat the process on the other side. Her moans and whimpers spur me to continue. With one hand, I pull down the lace, exposing her to the cool air. The hardened peak stands at attention, begging for my mouth. I swirl my tongue around her nipple and then softly bite down. She moans and writhes beneath me from the sensation. Then my attention is on her other breast and I do the same.

“You are absolute perfection.” I continue to nip and suck while I massage the other with my hand, pinching her nipple, creating a double sensation. With my mouth still on her, I drag my hand down her stomach until I reach the waistband of her jeans. I flick the button open and tear down the zipper. Her nails dig into my shoulder as she lifts her hips, meeting my hand. I grip the waistband of her jeans and she lifts her butt off the couch. Slowly, I peel them down her legs and discard them on the floor. I run my fingers along the band of her lace panties before tugging them off. I trail my middle finger down her slit. “Fuck. I’ve barely even touched you and you’re so wet for me.”

“Yes! Don’t stop. Touch me more.” She bucks her hips, wanting more.Needingmore.

I dip a finger into her needy opening, and she whimpers. I push all the way to my knuckle, as a low gasp escapes her. Pulling out, I thrust back in over and over again. This time when I pull out, I add a second finger. “You’re gripping me so tight. Imagine if it was my dick inside you. Stretching you. Can you handle it?”

She squeezes my fingers. “Yes! Oh! Yes!”

I continue to spear her with my fingers, harder and faster as her moans grow louder. With my lips wrapped around her, I flick my tongue over her nipple, and she detonates. My name a breathy whisper on her lips as she clenches down on my fingers. When her breathing evens out, I pull out of her and lift my hand to my mouth, sucking her orgasm off both fingers as she watches me with hooded eyes.

“I’m not through with you yet. Spread your legs. Let me see your pussy.” Following my directions, she drops one foot to the floor, opening herself up to me. My dick strains against my zipper. I reach down and adjust myself, but it’s useless. I’m hard as fuck and it’s not going away anytime soon. Best to occupy myself with something else.

I slide down her body, alternating between licking and kissing her inner thigh. A shiver runs through her body as my beard brushes against her sensitive skin. I slide my hand up her other silky smooth thigh until my fingers reach her pussy. With two fingers, I spread her open and run my tongue up her slit. Her back arches off the couch and she moans.

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