Page 92 of The Crush of Christmas Past
Probably—no,definitely—drool.
His body is obscene. I’ve seen him shirtless before—but never like this. Never with permission to worship at the altar of his abs. Every hard ridge tightens even further beneath my palm asI trace my way down his stomach. My fingers map the faint trail of dark hair vanishing into the waistband of his jeans like a lewd little compass needle urging me to tread south.
X marks the X-rated spot.
Theo lifts a brow. “Done eye-fucking me, Sunshine?”
“Not at all. Maybe you should distract me withactualfucking.”
My fingers skate across the grooves of his stomach, and he shivers. Pride floods my chest at the intimacy of his reaction. Emboldened, I scrape my nails down his sides. Goose bumps chase my touch.
He inhales sharply. “Isla.”
I grin—all innocence and menace. “Hmm?”
“You want my cock inside you?”
“Yes.” I nod. “Haven’t I made that clear?”
“Thenbehave, or I won’t make it.”
Theo surges upright, hauling me with him until we’re both in a seated position. One flick of his hand and my shirt vanishes. My bra follows, unclasped in a move that straddles command and caress.
I’m naked except for my knitted thigh highs. He looks down at them, and his gaze ignites. A wildfire tears through the lush green forest of his eyes.
“These,” he says, hands sliding up my legs, “have been driving me mad all day.”
His thumbs stroke along the seam where the soft knit ends and bare skin begins.
Then…pinch.
“They stay on,” he orders.
“Fine,” I breathe, reaching for his belt. “But this comes off.”
He watches, lids heavy, as I thread the leather through the clasp and unbutton his jeans. The zipper fights me, strained too tight over the swell of his erection.
“Here. Let me.”
His warmth slips away as he stands, quickly shoving his pants down and tossing everything else off with them.
And, suddenly, he’s gloriously naked in front of me.
Well, except for his socks.
“Good,” I say. “Leave them.”
He glances down at his feet. “Really?”
“Oh, yeah.” I laugh, running a toe up his calf. “We’re going to explore this knitwear kink together.”
“Sure.Later. Right now…” His voice roughens as he gives himself a slow tug, dragging his grip up the thick shaft. “On your back.”
He’ssobig.
I suck in a breath, holding up one hand. “Wait.”
Theo instantly stills. “Something wrong?”
