Page 44 of Flirting with the Scrooge

“I could kiss you all night. Spend hours worshiping your body.” His words are a whisper across my lips.

“I suggest we do that inside before our neighbors call the cops for indecent exposure.”

He chuckles and steps away, but his hands never leave my waist.

My fingers shake as Connor presses his lips to the side of my neck. His hot breath mixed with the cool air sends shivers down my spine. He nips and sucks on my sensitive skin.

I release a slow moan. “If you keep that up, I’m never going to get this door open.”

“So, the neighbors might get a show after all.”

It takes all my willpower to concentrate on getting the door open. Finally, with a quick twist of the key, the door opens. Without any hesitation I grip Connor's tie and tug him through the open doorway. Once inside, he kicks the door shut and then his lips fuse to mine again. Fast and frantic, like the fate of the world depends on this kiss. He walks me backward into my living room, nothing but the warm glow of the Christmas tree lighting his path.

He pulls away, but his hands cup my cheeks. “I’ve never met someone as incredible as you. I never want this night to end.”

“Let’s make sure it doesn’t.” I press my lips to his as my hands skate over his shoulders, pushing his jacket down. My hands roam over his muscular shoulders and down his sculpted chest. He makes me feel protected. The way he touches me is soft and delicate, like he could never hurt me. It’s everything that I crave. He’s everything that I desire.

When he finds the zipper on my dress, he drags it down until it stops. The shoulder strap loosens and drapes across my bicep. Connor continues to pull the fabric down my body until it’s loose enough to flutter to the floor. I step out of the dress and kick it to the side. His gaze wanders up and down my body, taking me in. Admiring me like I’m something to be cherished. Like he’s seeing me for the first time all over again.

“Fuck. You’re beautiful, Tinsel. So beautiful.” He wraps one arm around my waist, tugging me to him. With this other hand, he threads his fingers through my hair and then his lips crash to mine. It’s hot and sensual. Firm yet soft. I could spend all night kissing him just like this.

He breaks our kiss, pulls a blanket off the couch, and lays it on the floor. A sexy smile plays on his lips. He bends down and whispers next to my ear. “Have you ever been fucked under a Christmas tree, Tinsel?”

My breath hitches. I shake my head because I never have, but I want to. Right now. I want it so bad.

His hand skates over my waist and around my back, causing an eruption of goosebumps to sprout all over my body. He slowly lowers me to the plush blanket. His palms rest on the floor next to my head as he drops between my legs like he’s doing a push-up until his large body covers mine. He’s careful not to put all his weight on me. His beard scrapes against my heated skin as he presses open mouth kisses on my neck. I run my hands over the cotton of his shirt, feeling all his muscles flex and bow as he slowly rocks his growing erection against me. I spread my legs wider, wanting all of him.

He presses his lips to mine, then follows a trail across my cheek until he reaches my ear. His teeth sink into my earlobe, not hard enough to hurt but enough to send a blast of heat directly to my core. I never knew my earlobes were an erogenous zone.

“I bet you're soaked for me right now. Your tight pussy is begging to be stretched by my fat cock,” he growls. His warm breath skates across the shell of my ear.

A shiver races down my spine and I buck my hips, needing him. “Yes,” I pant. “Please. I need that. I need you.”

“I like when you beg for my cock.”

He sits up and I whimper from the loss of his warm body on mine. One by one he pops each button until his shirt falls open. It’s like he’s giving me a strip show and it’s the hottest strip show I’ve ever seen. He drags it over his broad shoulders and down his arms. His sculpted chest with a light dusting of dark hair is on full display. The tattoo over his pec dances with each movement in the warm glow of the Christmas lights.

“Do you trust me?” His voice is soft.

I’ve only known him for a short while, but in my gut, I trust him. I trust him so much I think I’m falling for him. But I tamper down that thought. “Yes. I trust you.”

Once his shirt is off, he tells me to lift my head, so I do. The warm fabric of the sleeve drapes over my eyes as he wraps it around my head.

“Is that okay?”

My chest rises and falls in anticipation, and I nod. I’m in total darkness.

His lips brush against mine, the sensation causing my nipples to pebble. Then he whispers, “I want you to just feel everything. I want to make you feel good.”

A cold draft flutters over me, the weight of his body is no longer on mine. The crinkling of plastic fills the silent room and a moment later something rests on my bottom lip.

“Open up and suck.”

I open and the sweet peppermint candy slides between my lips. He slowly tunnels it in and out of my mouth, giving it a twist every now and then. When he’s satisfied, he pulls it out. He trails the wet tip down my neck, leaving behind a line of sticky candy, but a second later his tongue runs along the path, licking it up. I arch my back and moan from the sensation. He flicks open the front clasp of my bra and the sides fall open. The cool air hitting my already sensitive nipples. He repeats the process as he drags the tip of the candy cane between the valley of my breasts. Again, the flat of his tongue follows the same trail. He moves his attention to my right breast.

“Fuck. I love your tits.” He swirls the tip of the candy cane around my hard peak. “Your nipples are standing at attention, begging to be sucked.”

“Yes.” I moan and arch my back as he continues to circle the peppermint candy around my hardened nipple. While he sucks on one, he uses his other hand to softly massage the other. My hand flies up and threads through his hair. Since I can’t see him, I need to touch him. His teeth sink down on my nipple and I moan. The slight sting is more pleasure than pain.

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