Page 63 of The Mistletoe Trap
His other hand coasted across the top of her thigh, gravitating toward the spot begging for attention, and her inner walls clenched so tightly, she worried they might get in the way of what they were about to do. “But you can’t go around thinking you can tease me without any punishment whatsoever.”
His knuckle grazed her very center, and she cursed her panties for being in the way. Then she cursed Gavin as he straightened, taking his long fingers with them. Now that she was so fixated on them, she wasn’t sure she’d ever see him hold a football again without getting turned on.
“I’ll be a good girl from now on.” She lifted a finger and traced a giantXover her chest, same way they used to when they were kids. “Cross my heart, hope to die.”
“That’s a nice start, but see, you left me all hot and bothered forminutes.”
“Are you sure? It felt more like ten—twenty seconds tops.”
His sadistic laugh danced across her nerve endings, stirring them into a frenzy. He towered over her, dominating the space and her so effortlessly, and then tapped a finger to her lips. “I’ve let you get away with pouting to get your way for far too long. You’re gonna have to sit there and take your medicine.”
Every inch of her quivered with anticipation as he gripped the tab of his zipper. One torturously slow inch at a time, he lowered it, and her mouth went dry as his slacks fell to the floor.
“Yowza.” Oops. That didn’t stay inside her head, the same way her earlier comment about his growl hadn’t. Since she’d already outed herself, she might as well ogle away. Bronze skin, muscular thighs speckled with dark hair, and it hit her that she was about to get exactly what she wanted for Christmas. “Can the torture be over? I’m ready for the pleasure part of the evening to begin.”
“I think that can be arranged,” he said, nudging her to lie back on the bed and then crawling over her. His lips descended on hers, with his body closely following, the weight of him pushing her deeper and sending her soaring at the same time.
He peppered kisses along her jaw, the line of her neck, across the swells of her breasts. At the whisper of callused fingertips on her back, a shiver ran along the line of her spine. Until she felt its release, she hadn’t realized he’d unhooked her bra. Before her insecurities could spiral too high, he yanked off the bra and flung it aside.
Then she was fully exposed to his gaze, all but one tiny triangle of lacy fabric.
Her hand trembled as she lifted it to the side of his face. He twisted his neck enough to press a kiss on the center of her palm, and affection and desire melded together and streaked through her in a molten stream.
Gavin planted a hot, open-mouth kiss on her lips before lavishing attention on her breasts. Pleasure corkscrewed up her core as he flicked one of her nipples with the tip of his tongue. Her back automatically arched off the bed, chasing the high and ready for another hit.
As he moved to her other breast, his breaths sawed in and out, dampening her skin, and she panted along with him as the amount of air left in her lungs neared zero.
Not important, her body screamed as she rubbed herself against him, rolling her hips over and over until her heart hammered tachycardia fast. She lifted two fingers to her neck and felt the same rapid, thready rhythm. “Dude, if I were hooked up to a heart monitor right now, it’d be beeping like crazy.”
“Oh yeah?” he asked, painting the question onto her skin with his tongue.
“Uh-huh. And in a minute or two, I’m going to beep you like crazy.”
His laugh vibrated across her skin, and she mentally smacked her forehead. At long last she was jumping into bed with a man she instinctually knew could provide the rapturous time she’d craved between the sheets, and she couldn’t stop ruining it with her jokes and running commentary. “Can we pretend I didn’t make that cheesy joke?”
Gavin lifted himself enough to look into her eyes. He swept her hair off her face and ran his thumb over her lower lip until she’d nearly forgotten about her inquiry. “No way. I’m going to hold on to that one forever. Maybe even see if my teammates will pick it up. No more F-bombs. Just lots of beep this and beep that.”
“And beep you,” she said.
“I certainly hope so,” he said with a laugh, and she giggled along.
“How’d I find a guy for my Great Fling Experiment who doesn’t consider my sense of humor a mood ruiner?” A rhetorical question, one she answered aloud anyway. “Oh yeah. I chose the one person already accustomed to my particular brand of weird.”
Gavin’s stubble tickled the top of her abdomen as he began kissing his way lower, and lower, and lower…
“It’s a real hardship,” he murmured before dipping his tongue into her belly button. “But I’m conditioned to persevere.”
A hum of pleasure escaped Julie as his mouth breached the elastic strip that held up her thong. While she’d groaned over needing the barely-there underwear to avoid panty lines in her dress, she quickly repented, asking for forgiveness from the lingerie gods.
“Full disclosure, this is a lot more like the buzz from winning a big game than training camp.”
“Should I call your name while flashing you from the stands to make you feel more at home? Maybe hand you a Sharpie to sign my boobs?”
“I prefer you flashing me from here, but I’ll gladly write my name across your boobs. Maybe plant one of those flags on the highest peak so everyone sees they’ve been claimed already.”
Before she could come up with a clever retort, Gavin slipped one of his deft fingers inside her thong and graced her with one long, steady stroke. Her entire body shuddered with pleasure, and given the chance, she wasn’t sure she’d be able to relay how many blood vessels were in an umbilical cord.
Okay, so she did remember that, but she dealt with roughly thirty a week.
