Page 96 of The Crush of Christmas Past
More of him.
“Fuck, that feels good,” he murmurs, kissing his way up my chest. “I want you to do that again.” His mouth trails to my neck, latching onto a spot wired straight to my clit. “With me all the way inside, this time.”
Settling back, he hooks his fingers on the headboard above him, every muscle strung tight on display. With his other hand, he fists the base of his cock as he offers himself up to me.
“Go on, Sunshine. Sit on it.”
Oh. Wow.
The sightis lethal.
But if this is the way I go—the ride will be worth it.
So very worth it.
I drag myself over his tip, coating him in our shared mess. “Do I need to sign a waiver first?”
“Isla.” I’ve never heard a sterner sound. Or a more starved one.
Batting my lashes, I give him my most innocent look. “What?”
His hand travels along my spine in a touch disarmingly gentle for the fire in his eyes. “You’re cute.” He gives me a light kiss. “Adorable, actually.” Another kiss. “So fucking funny.” Again. “Talented, too. Intelligent. A perfect woman in every way.” The next one is longer. Rougher. “But, right now, you need to be a good girl and put me out of my misery.Please.”
Well…that’s it for me.
Fire lit under my ass—literally—I grasp his shoulders for balance, align myself over him, and brace for impact.
The physical kind, anyway.
No room for feelings or emotions in this safe space.
Theo’s grip tenses the moment I start to lower, clearly fighting the urge to dominate the pace.
“Just like that,” he rasps. “Take what you need. At your own speed.”
Inch by stinging inch, I impale myself on him, muscles clenching at the instant pressure building inside me.
Theo’s head tips back against the headboard, jaw locked, eyes hooded, but his gaze never strays. “Fucking incredible.”
His praise sends a rush of heat spiraling through me, spurring on my eagerness.
I moan as I sink further down, working him deeper. My thighs tremble, walls fluttering atthe stretch.
The fullness is…sublime.
So good I’m about to come from a move barely past foreplay.
“A little more,” he commands.Begs? I can’t decode his tone over the roar of blood in my ears.
Then his thumb slides across my clit, and I act on instinct, dropping the rest of the way with a sob steeped in pure ecstasy.
Fully seated. Utterly stuffed.
Ready to split apart around him.
Clutching his biceps, I grind down even further. My breasts graze his chest, and the contact sets off a full-body shiver. We’re no longer just skin meeting skin. We’re cells colliding, matter erupting.
“Good?” He grips my waist, yanking me flush against him.
