Page 31 of The Christmas Playbook
My dick leaps to attention.
“Kiss me.” She tips her head back, her heavy-lidded gaze locked on my lips. “Right now.”
Fuck.
I can’t resist that siren call. I step even closer and lean down, cupping her jaw with my palm. Her breath exhales in a whoosh, and then my lips are on hers. I want time to examine her tits, to peel her bra off and fasten my mouth on her nipple. I want to be skin to skin, but we’ll have to settle for this.
“Not enough,” she whispers against my lips.
My dick is at attention, straining my zipper. I’m going to have imprints for days at this rate, since I seem to be constantly hard around her. How does shedothat?
She seems to be done waiting for me. With strength that catches me off guard, she grips my hips and turns us so it’smeleaning on the workshop bench.
And then she’s on her knees.
“Holy bells,” I whisper.
She shakes her head. “Now’s not the time for puns.”
With ease, she pops the button of my jeans and tugs the fabric down. My boxers go with them, and the sweet relief of my cock finally out in the open isalmostenough to make me groan.
But I am nothing if not restrained, so I stay silent. I soak in the image of her in the shadows, the press of her fingertips into my thighs.
Her tongue flicks out, licking her lower lip.
Then, she descends.
I make a noise. I can’t help it. One of her hands comes up, under my shirt, and her fucking claw-nails dig into my abdomen.
A warning to be quiet, perhaps?
I get it, I get it. But Mira takes more of me in her mouth, her tongue swirling, and then shesucks. Her cheeks hollow, and I see freaking stars. Way too soon—damn it, my reputation is going down the drain with this girl—my balls tighten, and I can’t stop myself. I tangle my fingers in her hair, taking control of her motions.
My hips move, and she hums. Or moans. Either way, the vibrations travel down my shaft, through my balls, and zip up my spine.
“I’m gonna come,” I warn. I force my hand away from the back of her head.
I expect her to withdraw, but she just doubles down. Her palm cups my balls.
Shit.
“Really gonna?—”
She flicks her tongue, and I lose it. I hunch forward, groaning as I come in her mouth.
This will take the edge off, at least.
When she withdraws, I cup her elbows and help her back to her feet. She wipes her mouth and offers me a smile.
It’s the smile of a temptress.
Aseductress.
“Now Ireallydon’t give a shit that we’re in public.” I lean down and drag her closer.
I cover her mouth with my lips. When she parts hers, I taste myself mixed with her saliva. A strange combination, but one I’m not against.
I pop the button on her jeans and slide my hand down. Under her panties, into her hot arousal. She lets out a breath and shifts. She widens her stance, and I push a finger inside her. Her muscles grip my digit, but I withdraw and retreat to her clit.
