Page 95 of Babies for the Christmas Grump
And I let her, before I growl low in my throat and pull her closer.
I kiss her harder, my hands running up her body, pressing her deeper into the wall until I can’t tell where she ends and I begin. The heat between us is explosive, raw.
I can taste her need on my tongue, feel it in the way her body arches into mine, the soft gasp that slips from her lips when my hands slide to the back of her thighs, lifting her just enough to feel the length of her against me.
She moans softly, and it sends a jolt through me, a pulse that I feel in every part of my body.
Her breath is coming in quick, shallow gasps, matching the rapid thump of my heart as I pull away just enough to look at her. Really look at her.
The flush of her cheeks, the way her lips are swollen from our kiss, the wild, unspoken want in her eyes. She’s never looked more beautiful.
And she’s mine.
For this moment, she’s mine.
Without a word, I grab her hand again, pulling her down the hallway, barely able to keep my grip steady as the need to touch her, kiss her, claim her intensifies. The hallway stretches in front of us, an eternity, but all I can think about is getting to her room.
Getting to her.
She stumbles slightly, and I catch her, my hands instinctively sliding to her waist, pulling her into me again.
“Easy there,” I whisper, but I can’t help myself as I press a quick kiss to her lips.
Her hands move up my chest, grasping at my shirt. She’s trembling, the tension between us so thick I can barely breathe.
We reach her door, and before she can even get her key out, I’m kissing her again. Harder this time, my hands tangled in her hair as I slam my body against hers, feeling the sharp edges of the door behind her.
She gasps into my mouth, but it’s a sound of pure need, not resistance.
With a soft rustle of fabric, her fingers finally find the keycard in her pocket. Her hand trembles only slightly as she slides the card into the reader, the soft click of the door unlocking sending a shiver through me.
I push the door open with my foot, never breaking the kiss, my hands already working to shed us of the layers that stand between us.
Her jacket hits the floor first, followed by mine, and I don’t stop until the cold air hits our skin. The hotel room is silent, save for the sound of our breaths and the frantic beat of our hearts.
She breaks the kiss, but only to tug at my shirt, her fingers sliding under the fabric to feel the heat of my skin.
“Ryder,” she breathes. “I want you.”
That’s all it takes.
I lift her, my hands on the back of her thighs, and she wraps her legs around my waist instinctively, locking herself against me, her body flush with mine.
We stagger toward the bed, and I can’t make it there fast enough. I want her now, want her so badly I’m burning from the inside out.
She’s pulling at my belt as I lay her down on the bed, her eyes blazing with hunger. “Ryder, please…”
Her plea rips through me as I edge up the bed, closer to her. That gorgeous mouth of hers is crying out to me.
Her lips wrap around me, and the sight nearly makes me lose it right there. I’ve got one hand tangled in her hair, guiding her head, setting the pace.
She takes me deeper with every thrust, her throat tightening around me as she gags, but she doesn’t stop. Her eyes are glassy, locked on mine, daring me to push harder.
“Fuck, Sunny,” I growl, tightening my grip, holding her still as I bury myself in her mouth. “You look so perfect like this.”
She moans around me, the vibration shooting straight through me. I thrust deeper, relentless, until her lashes flutter and spit slicks her lips, dripping down her chin.
Her nails claw at my thighs, but she doesn’t push me away. She wants this, wants me to use her.
