Page 33 of Connected By Christmas
I laugh at the last part. “I think I’ve more than made up to that area of your body. It seems quite happy with me, especially right now.” I move against him and feel him strain against his pants.
“It’s definitely quite happy with you at the moment…and in all other moments twenty-four hours a day,” he laughs softly.
“I love how protective you are of our family. It’s one of the many things I love about you. You always make me feel safe, but I also want you to try and enjoy yourself tonight. Between you, my brother, Noah, and Cole, no one is going to try anything with us.”
“I’ll try to take it down a notch, but I can’t promise you anything. I will promise you, though, that I have every intention of enjoying myself tonight.” His tongue swipes my neck before grazing his teeth along my skin. “I’m enjoying you very much right now. I’ve been watching you dance, and it’s been impossible for me to keep my eyes off you.”
“I was dancing for you,” I whisper, closing my eyes when I feel his lips on my neck again. I knew he had been watching meall night. Even when I wasn’t looking, I could feel his gaze leave a scorching path along my body.
“And that makes me the luckiest guy in this room.” His body molds to mine as we gently move in sync together.
“And me, the luckiest girl.” Lying my head in the crook of his neck, I breathe in his familiar scent and let the music flow through me. His hand caresses my bare back as it skims over my skin, causing a familiar warmth to spread throughout my body.
We stay wrapped up in each other until the very last note is played. Lifting my head to look up at him, he smiles and brushes back my hair before his lips find mine in a kiss. His tongue comes out briefly for a taste, leaving me wanting more as he pulls away and leads us back to the table to join our friends.
Bella tops off our wine glasses, and I sip on the cool bubbly as I settle down next to Travis. His hand finds my thigh again, and I smile, knowing it makes him feel better just to have that contact between us. I’ve always been a strong, independent woman, and I still am, but I have no problem with relinquishing control in some areas of my life when it suits my needs. I find his dominance and protectiveness towards me very hot. There’s a big difference between being controlled and willingly letting someone take control. And right now, I’m letting him have control as I uncross my legs and scoot closer to him, causing his hand to slide off my thigh and nestle in between.
I feel him still ever so slightly beside me as he continues his conversation with Noah. I try to follow along…something about wanting to hire Travis to do a portrait of their baby girl when she arrives. It’s hard to concentrate, though, when my husband’s fingers are skimming the inside of my thigh, sending goosebumps down my body.
He’s looking devastatingly handsome tonight in his grey button-down shirt that perfectly matches his eyes. His sleeves are rolled up, showing off his tattoos, and with his opencollar and top two buttons undone, I can easily see the ones covering his chest. Without even looking, I could give a detailed description of every single one underneath. My favorite, though, lies next to his heart. He designed it for me and gave me my first tattoo before we were engaged. A black panther peeks out of plumeria flowers and hidden among the petals are books. With my black hair and green eyes, I reminded him of a panther…his wildcat. My love for books is what inspired me to become a teacher. He drew exactly what I wanted before I even knew what I did. He surprised me by getting a matching one a couple of months before we were married. He looks over and smiles at me, making my heartbeat increase before focusing again on what Cole is saying.
The girls and I finish off another bottle of Prosecco while Noah and Emma wander off to explore The Barn. My body is humming from the wine and the man beside me, who has now moved further up and will occasionally tease me with a graze of this finger across my now damp panties.
One of Bella’s favorite songs comes on, and she immediately hauls Maverick to his feet. “Time to show me your moves, baby,” she grins at her fiancé. “You guys are coming with us,” she says, grabbing a laughing Skye’s hand. She looks over at me and grins. “You coming? I know you have moves, Travis, so don’t even pretend that you don’t,” she says, glancing at my husband.
He chuckles beside me. “Oh, I have moves, but I think I’m going to set this one out.”
“Scared of a little competition?” Mav grins at Travis.
“Something like that,” he laughs.
“Soph, what about you?” Bella looks my way.
“Ah…” I feel Travis grip my thigh harder, telling me to stay. “I think I’ll sit this one out too. My feet are still hurting from our last dance run,” I manage to get out as his hand goes further north.
“Come join us in a bit then,” Bella laughs as Maverick whisks her away to the dance floor, where Skye and Cole are already shaking their asses off. When we are finally alone, I get the nerve to look into the greys that I know will be my undoing.
His lip turns up slightly as he shifts in his seat. He removes his hand, putting it along the back of my shoulders. His other hand immediately skims my thigh, giving him a better angle as he reaches the hem of my dress and slides underneath.
“Travis?” I feel him run his finger along the center of my panties, and my breath catches when he applies pressure.
“Don’t back down now, wildcat. Your body has been telling me exactly what it wants ever since you sat down. I’ve just been waiting for the right moment to give you what you’ve silently been asking me for.”
He pushes my panties to the side and sinks a finger in deep.
“Oh, God,” I whisper, briefly closing my eyes before meeting his satisfied smirk. “I don’t think I can do this in public and not have people notice.” I glance around at everyone enjoying their night.
“We’re just a couple having an intimate conversation. It’s dark back here, and the music will drown out any small sounds you make. Unfortunately,” he says, sliding another finger in and stretching me wider, “you won’t be able to scream like I love to make you do, so you’ll have to do your very best to be quiet.” He slides his fingers out before burying them inside me again. A small moan escapes before I clamp my mouth down and remember where I am. “Turn more toward me and get closer,” he quietly demands.
I shift in my seat, and my face is more hidden from view. From the outside world, we are just a couple snuggling in the corner. My body falls to his mercy as all thoughts of the place around us disappear. I grip his thigh for support as my body greedily takes him in.
“That’s my girl,” he murmurs into my ear. “I know that wildcat inside of you is loving this. You want this just as much as I want to give it to you.”
He grabs the back of my neck and brings my head further into him, shielding me from the public view. Adrenaline rushes through my body at the thought of being caught, only amplifying the pleasure he is giving me. His thumb applies pressure to my swollen clit, and I softly moan into his hair.
“I’m going to make you cum now, wildcat,” he breathes in my ear. “Forget about everything around you and just focus on what I can make you feel.” He increases his pace while his thumb taunts my bud. I feel my body begin to fall as I completely give myself to him with each thrust of his fingers.
He guides my head to his neck, and I sink my teeth into him as my orgasm rips through me. My body grips his fingers tightly as I explode around him. I use him to muffle my cry as my lips press into his skin.
