Page 25 of Stolen Holidays
“Yeah?”
“Mm-hmm.” She runs her hands over my pecs, feeling me up and turning me on. My body tingles, sensing her touch through the layers of fabric between us. “You know, this cowboy look is good on you.”
“Is that right?” I huff with a laugh. I’m wearing a pair of blue jeans, tan steel-toed work boots, a white long-sleeve thermal with three buttons at the collar, and a brown leather jacket, which was a Christmas present from my mom. Nothing about my outfit says “cowboy”.
“Yup. All you need is a cowboy hat.” She bites her lush bottom lip, peering up at me through her dark lashes with those big dark-brown eyes. Probably picturing me in the hat.
“Never gonna happen, Princess.”
She juts that same tempting lip out in a sexy pout, and my greedy dick jerks to life, imagining those sexy lips wrapped around its head. “Not even for a little bull riding?”
“Fuck,” I hiss, my cock now fully hard and painfully pressing against my zipper.
A mischievous smile tugs Callie’s lips upward as she trails one hand down the line of my abs and cups me over my jeans. She massages my dick, teasing me. The little temptress. “I think the bull in your pants wants me to take it for a ride.”
“Calliope,” I warn.
“Elijiah.” Callie’s sultry voice matches the low tenor of mine as she gives my cock another teasing squeeze.
Like the puppy dog I am, I give in. With one hand on her ass, I pull her impossibly closer. With my other hand, I grip the back of her neck and tug her face to mine. I smash my mouth to hers in a hard, demanding kiss. Her taste explodes on my tongue like a sugar bomb, altering the chemistry in my brain and turning me into an even bigger addict than I already am.
Our tongues twirl and battle, alternating between fast and slow, deep and tender. Every emotion we feel for one another collides, and I fucking swear kissing Callie is like coming home. Every. Single. Time.
I break our kiss, resting my forehead on hers.
Her soft, quick breaths fan across my lips as she whimpers my name. “Eli.”
The way she needily says my name only makes it harder for me to extricate myself from her grasp. I want nothing more than to continue what we started. “Callie, please go sit your sweet ass on the blanket.”
“But—”
“No,” I bark a little louder than necessary. Stepping back, I unfold myself from her at my body’s utter disapproval. “Sit down. I promise to take care of you and your pretty little pussy if you behave like my good little princess.”
“Fine.” The little brat casually bends over and takes her time fluffing a pillow, then sits down with her legs out and leans back onto her hands. “Better, sir?”
I point at her in warning. She knows calling me sir is the ultimate “I’m going to bend you over and fuck you right here” trigger. “I swear you’re going to be the death of me, woman.”
“Maybe.” She shrugs. “Maybe not. We’ll have to test your theory and find out.”
“Smart-ass.” I run my hands through my hair.
Callie spreads her legs wide in invitation and crooks her finger at me. “You love my smart ass.”
I obey, dropping to my knees in front of her and slipping between her thighs. “You fucking know I do.” I lean down and run my nose over denim-covered pussy, inhaling the scent of her arousal through the fabric.
Her head falls back between her shoulders with a moan. She spreads her legs wider, thinking she’s won.
I nip at her inner thigh with my teeth.
“Ow, Eli. What was that for?” Her head shoots up, and she narrows her eyes at me in irritation. Her angry fire makes my dick hard. I fucking love when she gets all feisty.
“For being impatient.” I crawl out from between her legs and sit beside her on the fluffy floor pillows. “First, we eat.” I reach for a grape and hold it up to her mouth for her to take. She does, but not before nipping at my finger. I cluck my tongue at her. “Don’t even try it, Princess.”
She slowly chomps on the grape, never breaking eye contact. “What? I didn’t do anything.”
“Dirty little liar.” I grab a strawberry and pop it into my mouth.
As we eat, we stare at one another, neither of us saying a word, daring the other to break first. I’ve told her before that this little game won’t work. I mimic her every move. She sips hot chocolate. I sip hot chocolate. She licks her lips after letting strawberry juice dribble over. I do the same. On and on it goes until she throws her hands in the air and pushes me in the chest. I barely budge. She’s so hot when she’s sassy.
