Page 93 of The Crush of Christmas Past
“Yes. I mean—no.” I swallow, shifting to sit directly in front of him. “All good.” My tongue darts out to wet my lips. “Just…give me a second to…”
Process?
Brace myself?
Contemplate how to defy biologyandphysics?
I reach for him, fingers wrapping around his hard, heavy length. My first stroke is explorative—a study in smooth skin over rigid steel. The next pass is firmer. More daring.
His abs flex, hips snapping forward. With a groan that I feel in the depths of my core, he grinds into my palm, hunting for more friction.
My thumb glides along the thick vein pulsing beneath my touch, lingering just long enough to draw out a full-body shudder.When another guttural noise tears free, I give him more pressure.
“Isla…”
My other hand slips lower, brushing his balls in a bold sweep that earns me a filthy curse.
“Isla.”
The temptation to taste him is too great to resist. Since he’s level with my mouth, I let the intrusive thoughts win. Leaning in, I guide him to my lips, indulging in a long, thorough lick from base to tip. Salt and heat flood my tongue as I part my lips wider, sucking over his swollen crown, savoring the stretch he commands.
“Isla!” His fist tangles in my hair, grip trembling with fraying restraint. “If you—”
The words die on his tongue when I take him deeper. Holding his gaze, my mouth moves over him in a steady slide, swallowing him down as far as I can manage.
He grunts, hips snapping as instinct shatters his composure.
The high it gives me is staggering. There is something lethally intoxicating about making a man carved from control—a guy who has spent years holding tight to it and denying us—completely lose it.
One second, I’m teasing, the next I’m flat on my back, pinned beneath a man officially out of patience.
My eyes widen in surprise, a shocked gasp filling the space between us.
It’s a sound of satisfaction. Victory. Breaking Theo is definitely my new favorite hobby.
Still—it makes him pause to check in on me.
“You okay?” His voice is so strained it’s barely recognizable.
“Yup.” A littletoookay. Whatever I’ve unleashed in him—it’s doing thingsfor me. “You?”
“Hell no.” Despite his smirk, he looks like he’s about to pass out.
“Poor baby. So hard up, huh? Want me to make it better?” Spreading my legs wider, I tilt my ass up, rubbing against him.
A feral sound tears from his throat. He dips his head to my chest, tongue circling my nipple. Then his mouth seals over it, sucking like he means to leave a mark.
My toes curl, nails scoring his shoulders, thighs trembling around his hips.
Just as I start to drown in raw pleasure, he sinks his teeth into the sensitive peak. The bite is hard enough to make me jolt, but restrained enough to leave me aching—and arching—for more.
It’s second nature now when I cry out his name.
“My kind of sickness calls for long-term treatment.” Kissing his way up my neck, he grinds against me in one slow, obscene thrust. A perfect slide of thick heat over slick need. “Heaven. And I’m not even inside you yet.”
“Which is the root of your problem, if you ask me.” I rock up into him with all the defiance I can muster. “You said you plan to come buried inside me. Talked a big game.” Shifting beneath him, I grab his ass with both hands and tug him closer. “Time to make good on your promise.”
We moan in unison. The sounds melt together into a single carnal vibration.
