Page 96 of If You Give a Grump a Christmas Tree Farm
Smiling, I pull it over my head and shake out my hair. It falls in waves around my shoulders. I’m wearing a black bra, and his eyes drop to it.
Then he’s all action, sitting up and wrapping his arms around me. He buries his face in my cleavage, kissing each swelling mound.
He hooks a finger in one bra strap and draws it down my arm.
I reach behind me, unhook it, and toss it aside.
“Beautiful,” JJ whispers, his warm, calloused hands immediately closing over my bare breasts, squeezing them. Both of his thumbs brush over my nipples, sending ripples of desire through me.
JJ takes one in his hot mouth. My breath stutters at the sensation of his facial hair brushing against my soft skin. Oh God, I love it.
He sucks and tugs until I’m writhing, thrusting my breasts out for more of the exquisite torment. My fingers thread through his hair, clutching his head to me. He moves to my other breast, giving that nipple the same attention.
“Oh, JJ…” I rub myself against him, needing that friction.
He growls and rolls us again, hovering over my body to work my jeans until they’re undone. Easing off the foot of the bed, he yanks my boots off, then jerks my jeans free, tossing them to the floor.
I gasp.
I’m in just my panties, but those don’t stay on for long.
JJ curls his fingers at my hips and peels them off my legs, dragging out the anticipation.
When I’m naked, he stands at the foot of the bed, his gaze sweeping over my naked body, his chest rising and falling.
He undoes the buttons on his denim shirt, then rips his Henley over his head.
My eyes trail over his ink-covered muscles. God, he’s beautiful.
He makes short work of stripping the rest off, and his erection springs forward, long and hard.
My breathing is shallow and quick, and I’m so wet for him now that I lift a hand toward him. But he shakes his head with a wicked smile, making me wait.
His fist closes over his erection at the root and strokes upward, twisting at the tip.
My need spikes off the charts watching him. I know if he keeps at it, I’ll lie here and watch as long as he wants me to, but God, how I need him to touch me. I want that inside me, and I want it now.
“Are you my greedy girl?”
JJ knows exactly what he’s doing: giving me a show. He’s loving every minute of this, watching my reaction, seeing how my fingers fist in the coverlet to keep from reaching for him, seeing how I writhe, my body quivering with need, craving his touch, needing his hands on me desperately.
And suddenly I know what he’s doing. He’s making me wait, dragging this out to amp up my desire.
“JJ, please. I need you.”
As if he’s been waiting for me to voice my need, he puts a knee to the bed, and I melt.
“Know how much I want you, Rebecca?”
I nod and lift a hand out to him.
He crawls over me, his hot skin pressing to mine, and it feels delicious.
For a little payback, I glide my fingertips along his spine until he’s moaning, then I wrap one leg around his thighs, locking him to me.
His palm strokes up and down my thigh and I melt like butter under his touch.
Adjusting his position, he settles between my spread legs, and oh, God I love having him there, pinning me down with his weight. I feel safe and loved.
