Page 56 of A Very Titan Christmas
He grinned like a little boy set free in a candy store. “Everything. Hard to believe the menu hasn’t changed.” He pulled out a container. “Actually, it’s not. That place is an institution, and I’m pretty sure I saw the same faces behind the counter that were there twenty years ago.”
She sidled next to him. “That smells like chicken.”
“Chicken and waffles, chicken fried steak, meatloaf, mashed potatoes and gravy, green bean casserole, and pie.”
Her eyes rounded. “We’re going to have leftovers.” She peeked into the third bag. “Yum, that smells so good. I’ve been eating really well with you.”
He snagged her arm and pulled her close. “Tip your chin up.”
Rachel’s eyelashes fluttered. Her stomach rolled with a deliciousness that made her body feel ooey gooey. She tipped her head back and felt like she was melting into his hazel eyes.
“I’m staying the night.”
It was as though she were floating. Rachel nodded and couldn’t hide her smile. “That couch looks super comfy.”
He grinned. “Yeah, we’ll see about that.”
How would she eat lunch—and with this amount of food, dinner too—and not combust, knowing they would end up in bed at the end of the day?
His mouth pressed against hers, and her body sighed. The anticipation swam through her. Need pooled deep inside her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and swayed, reveling in how his capable hands ran down and up her back and under her shirt, skimming over her skin.
Bryce lifted her. Rachel wrapped her legs around his hips and broke the kiss. Her eyes locked with his. Their foreheads touched, and Bryce carried her to the loft.
He set her down. Her line of sight landed on the thick erection pressing against his jeans. Her body reacted. Arousal pulsed. Her pussy clenched. She unfastened his belt and zipper.
Bryce drew a deep breath. “Rach—”
She slid his thickness free, and he hung heavy in her hand. Long and beautiful. Her fingers grazed over the velvet-hot skin. Bryce inhaled. She wrapped her hand around his length and dipped her head, taking the blunt head in her mouth, letting it rest on her tongue, heavy and hot. She closed her lips around him and heard his groan.
Her hand slid downward. Her mouth followed its trail. She wrapped her free arm like a belt around his well-muscled thighs.
She explored him with her hands, her tongue. She closed her eyes, tasting him, feeling him pulse and quiver and struggle not to climax.
“Rachel.” His hand fisted into her hair, urging her on and fueling her arousal.
She wriggled. Needing this. Needing more. Needing Bryce Richmond in a way she hadn’t known she could need a man.
“I am not fuckin’ coming before you. Rach—” His chest heaved. “Rachel.”
She smiled. His cock rested against her lips. Her tongue darted out, teasing the thick ridge.
Bryce stepped back, kicked off his pants, and tugged off his Henley. He stood in all his glory, a ruggedly handsome man, corded and sinewy. “That wicked mouth of yours might be the death of me.”
She blushed.
“C’mere.”
Rachel didn’t move closer but raised her arms. His lips twitched, and Bryce pulled her sweater over her head. He finished undressing her and laid her back on the bed. The wind howled against the cabin. Her eyes tracked to the window and back to him again, and Rachel reached for Bryce, pulling him into her bed.
Of all the ways the trip to Vermont could have gone, she hadn’t fathomed a world where she could fall in love with Bryce again.
He raised her ankle to his mouth and kissed every inch of her body until she was begging for him to be inside her. His fingers danced over her sex, teasing her legs wider, coaxing her to open for his touch.
Rachel closed her eyes. His tongue flicked over her nipples. His fingers circled her clitoris. Her body tightened, and her innermost muscles clenched. The beautiful, brilliant threat of orgasm pulled her closer and closer to the edge.
His thick fingers pressed into her. “Fall for me.”
So close. She needed to come so badly.
