Page 72 of Spying Under the Mistletoe
He removes several square metallic wrappers from a box, shucks off his boxer briefs, and climbs onto the bed to straddle my calves.
I groan in my chest at his perfection, the cut of his muscles in his abs, chest, shoulders. His arms and legs are pretty damn fine, too.
His fingers make deft work of removing my panties, sliding them along my legs. They disappear somewhere over the edge of the bed.
At the way he openly appraises my body, an awkwardness shimmers through me. It’s been a while since a man has seen me naked.
On instinct, my hands move to cover me, but I don’t get that far. Sensing what I’m about to do, Landon grabs them and returns them to the bed.
“No covering yourself.” His low, gravelly voice leaves me squirming on the bed, all shades of turned-on. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous, Chloe.” He doesn’t say it as though he’s surprised by that.
His tone implies that he never expected otherwise—no matter how I looked naked, he would’ve felt the same way.
A small whimper escapes my lips, too soft for him to hear.
He moves back slightly, grabs my ankles, and spreads my legs open. His hungry eyes devour every inch of me. The whimper that escapes me this time is louder, more demanding. Heat and wetness rush to my core, leaving me writhing on the bed, desperate for relief.
The lazy smile returns to Landon’s face. He knows exactly what he’s doing to me—and he doesn’t appear too repentant about it.
He gently plants a soft kiss midway between the apex of my legs and my knee. The kisses continue northward, each one eliciting a shiver through me.
At the junction between my legs, he plants one final kiss. This one is on my clit.
He licks it, and my hips jerk up off the bed. He parks his hand on one hip, pinning it down. His tongue continues working on my mound, driving me into a frenzy. I’m writhing and moaning and knotting my fingers in his hair.
He laughs softly, his breath brushing my swollen clit, pushing me closer to the edge.
“Oh, God,” is the only coherent phrase I manage to say, if you can call it coherent.
And because he apparently hasn’t finished driving me insane with need, Landon pushes a finger against my opening and adds another one.
As his tongue has its way with me, Landon pulls his fingers out a few inches, then plunges them inside me again. He curves them slightly, finding the spot that causes all the tight threads to unravel. Hard.
A blinding white heat rushes through me, searing me to the core, and I cry out his name.
At first, I’m floating like ash in the air after a volcano explodes. All the tiny pieces separating in the breeze, unable to find any real form again.
But bit by slow bit, my body resumes its previous shape, and I skink back to the bed. I give Landon my own liquid smile, too boneless to do much else for the moment. He chuckles, pride clearly stamped on his face.
He rips open the condom wrapper and smoothly rolls the rubber onto his thick length. I run the tip of my tongue along my lower lip, imagining what it will taste like if I lick the head of his cock. Picturing in my head the sounds he would make if I took it into my mouth.
He rejoins me on the bed and positions himself between my legs. He then slowly enters me, letting my body adjust to his width. “Christ,” he murmurs into my shoulder. The rest of his words are lost against my bare skin.
His warm breath tickles, and I laugh softly.
He moves off my shoulder and grins down at me. “I hope that isn’t a reflection of what you think of my cock inside your sweet heat.” His gaze shifts to where his member is seated deep inside me. “Because if you want my opinion, your pussy wrapped around my cock is looking pretty magnificent.” He grins at me, and I laugh louder this time.
“Don’t worry, your manhood is perfectly safe with me.” Finished with the conversation, I thrust my hips up. I want to feel him moving inside me.
“Good to know.” He kisses me tenderly…and then gets back to business.
He circles his hips and plunges inside me again and again and again. With each move of his hips, he inches me closer to a new edge, my panted breaths matching his.
I shift my legs to wrap around his waist, using his body to create more friction against my clit. “Oh, God. Oh, God, Oh, God,” I say on a long moan.
“Come for me again,” he grits out, and the sound of his voice strained with desire is all that it takes.
I’m steamrolling toward the abyss at neck-breaking speed, and nothing is holding me back.
