Page 11 of Naughty & Nice
Chapter Six
Josie
Sweet satisfaction plummets through me as his kiss consumes me.
It’s been years since we shared our first kiss and our last. One press of his mouth on mine and it feels like moments. Kissing him feels both like coming home again and starting a new adventure. I know what it’s like to taste him, to touch him, to feel him consume me, and yet it won’t be the same again.
Snow falls around us as we lie in the middle of Santa’s Workshop, tangled up in the snow drift, unable to stop once we’ve started. His tongue traces my mouth, and I should be shamed by the throaty moan I let out. Not only am I not ashamed, I tangle my tongue with his, stroking, pleading for more without words.
Since he showed up tonight, my desire for him has simmered just beneath my surface. During dinner I could barely keep my hands to myself, but he had no problem denying me. He spent the night holding back, deflecting my touches, ignoring my flirtations and any comments I made about us.
I will need to work for it—for him, and us—but I know how to work.
“This is so dangerous,” he murmurs as he breaks the kiss but doesn’t pull away, his weight pinning me to the snow.
We both know he doesn’t mean lying in the middle of this little village. He means us. Starting again could wreck us beyond repair again. I knew it when I took this meeting. To be fair, he had no idea what he was walking into this evening. Itcouldwreck us if we let it, but we survived the last time—even if just barely—so I know we can survive it again.
“Life is dangerous, Oliver,” I whisper against his mouth before I press a timid kiss there, “not living is much more painful than taking a risk that could hurt.”
“You blush now,” his words come out in icy breaths in the space between us, “I never saw you blush before tonight. Not like this...you only flushed before when...” his words stop as his voice goes throaty.
Heat pools between my legs because we both know exactly what he means. He used to tease me because just before orgasm my fair skin would turn so pink, he knew I was close. It became a thing, him seeking that rosy hue before he would even consider slowing our lovemaking. He would not quit until I was boneless and breathless, my body flushed from head to toe.
“Before you made me come,” I press my words to his mouth, my tongue coming out to trace the perfect shape, “I turned pink because of what you did to my body. I still do.”
Oliver grunts and snatches me up against him, sealing a wet kiss against my mouth. We roll until he has me atop him, snow in our hair, soaking us both, ruining his fancy clothes, and soiling my dress. Neither of us care. It’s late so we are all alone out here, but I wouldn’t care if carolers or tourists were watching us.
Laughter bubbles up in my throat, joy working its way through me. It’s been so long since I’ve laughed and felt light the way he’s made me feel tonight. We’ve shared just a few hours together tonight, but I could live off this feeling forever it feels.
Only I want to steal more than a few hours—I want a lifetime.
“Josie we can’t just...I told you that you wrecked me. I meant it. I spent so long missing you. Wanting you back. Hating you. What I felt for you...”
“What youfeelfor me,” I correct him as I sit up to straddle him, pressing my hands to his chest, “or you going to look in my eyes to lie about what we’re both feeling right now?”
Shimmying my backside, I indicate not just the need churning in the air between us but his thick erection. Once more he grunts, deep in his chest, rumbling against my thighs, and I laugh again. Until I decide I am not against playing naughty tricks to win him.
Fisting his shirt in both hands to steady myself, I rock my hips again. Harder, more focused on the ridge beneath me. I feel hot between my legs despite rolling in the snow. His hands come up to cup my hips to stop me, I expect. Except he shifts me, my dress hiking up, my bare sex lining up with his zipper and his throbbing cock.
My head lolls back on my shoulders and I moan into the night skies. Beneath me, he twists his hips to rub against my swollen clit. I circle my hips too, panting now as I seek a rhythm that will ease the ache only he stirs inside me. His fingers are at my thighs, pushing up my dress until I am bare from the waist down.
Lifting his head, he watches me rock against his hard cock, shame or discretion nowhere in sight. I want him inside me, filling me, chasing away the emptiness that’s overtaken me for so long. Reaching a hand down, I work at his zipper, greedy for more, wanting to take what was once mine.
“Josie, wait...we can’t just pretend...oh Christ,” he roars when I slip my hand inside his slacks to cup his thickness.
“Who wants to pretend?” I say as I stroke him.
Watching his eyes because if he does not want this yet, I will stop, I pull back just a little. Slipping him out of his slacks, I swallow hard when his eyes lock on mine and he gives a jerk of his head. Lowering my body over his, I adjust myself so his cock presses against my wet pussy.
“Oh God,” I cry out, actual tears filling my eyes as I rub against his hardness, “it’s so hard for me. I still make you so hard it hurts, baby?”
“And you’re soaked,” he jerks his hips, hitting my swollen and silky wet clit, “I only ever got this hard for you. Middle of Santa’s fucking Workshop, a blizzard brewing, but I am hard as stone for you. If that ain’t a Christmas miracle, I don’t know what is. Oh shit, sunshine,” he grips my hips, the sting of his fingers pressing into my skin driving me towards the edge.
“Can I make you come on me again,” I lower to whisper the naughty words against his mouth, “It is all I thought about all night. Making you come on me again. Or inside me. Inside my mouth,” I whimper against his mouth when he licks it, my hips rocking faster, harder, circling to seek the pleasure we both want so badly.
“Take your tits out,” he reaches up to do it before I can obey,” I want you as bare as I can get you out here. No elves will come arrest us, will they?” he teases even as he leans up to capture my left nipple in his mouth.
Laughter rumbles between us but it quickly turns to breathy sounds of pleasure. We’re lit up by the twinkling lights of the village and I see both fear and need in his eyes in that bright light. I want to chase the one away while I fulfill the other. I want him to look at me the way he did five years ago, and I will do whatever it takes to get that look back in his eyes.
