Page 21 of Christmas Kisses
She smiled at him and he leaned down and kissed her. “I’m gonna take a quick shower. Make yourself at home.”
She nodded and he walked down the hallway that was off to the right.
She watched him go and took off the knee high boots she wore and went into the living room.
She sat on the couch, just admiring the tree and the decorations all around Jensynn’s house.
She didn’t know that he was so into the Christmas season. She loved it. She and Eryka barely had a tree.
She stood, wanting to see the rest of the house.
The kitchen was quaint, the cupboards painted white, with white and black tiles for the backsplash.
She loved the black appliances that matched and she ran her fingers over the black marble countertops.
The dining room had a tiny table that sat only four. And it was also black.
There was a red and white table cloth on it and a small vase of red flowers.
She walked down the hall and saw what looked like an office, and then pushed the door open of what had to be Jensynn’s room.
She heard the shower, and it made her body heat.
She looked around the room, shocked that he had no photos or anything of his family, or anything of any importance.
She heard the shower shut off and she whirled around, unsure if she should go back to the other room, or stay.
She took two steps toward the hallway when the bathroom door opened, and Jensynn stood there, a towel wrapped around his hips, with him rubbing another on his hair.
His body looked exactly like it had in her dream and she had to wipe her mouth to check if she was drooling.
He looked over at her, his eyebrow raised, and she shut her eyes, spinning around. “Sorry, I was just looking around. Let me just get out of your way.”
She looked up at the ceiling, and tried to edge around him and he reached out and grabbed her hand, stopping her.
“My Queen. My house is your house. I wanted you to make yourself at home. And if that meant for you to explore, then be my guest.”
She couldn’t tear her eyes away from his hard chest, and the lone bead of water that trailed from his collarbone down his left pec and to his abs.
She wanted nothing more than to lick that drop up and had to fight herself to do just that.
He cleared his throat when she looked down further, and she looked up into his eyes, her face flushing with heat.
“If you keep looking at me like that I won’t be able to make you dinner.”
She bit her lip, “Is that such a bad thing?”
He let out a groan, “My Queen,” then he took her lips in a blistering kiss.
Their other kisses couldn’t even compare.
His big hands held her hips in a punishing grip, and she was being pushed backward, and then her back hit a wall.
Not hard, but she moaned and he lifted her higher in his arms, and she wrapped her legs around his waist.
His body was so big and broad she wasn't able to lock her ankles together, but she tried.
She could feel something hard and pulsing between her thighs and knowing that she had turned him on so much caused wetness to flood her already wet panties.
