Page 85 of Hiding for the Holidays
“I want to test your self-defense skills.”
I see her frown as she tries to figure out what I mean. “You want to train me? Now?”
I just shrug, not wanting to give anything away, and I see she slumps a little in her chair. I try to hold in my laughter. She’s too cute when she pouts, making it hard not to tease her a little.
When we get home and take off our shoes and coats, I grab her hand and lead her up to her bedroom, closing the door behind us.
“Alright, are you ready for the rules?” I ask, trying to make this up as I go.
“Rules? Uh… sure,” she says, eyeing her room as if she expects to find something out of place.
“Rule number one, you get pinned, you lose a piece of clothing.”
Her eyes widen in surprise. “What—Are we playing strip sparring?”
I smirk as I rub my hands together eagerly.
“What’s rule number two?”
“Once you have nothing left to lose, you’re all mine.”
She swallows heavily as she asks, “All yours? What are you going to do to me?”
“Whatever I want.” She licks her lips as eagerness fills her eyes. “If you don’t want that, tell me now, and we can cuddle on the bed and watch a movie instead.”
“I want to play!” she blurts out quickly, making me smirk at her eagerness.
“Alright then. Ready?” She nods her head and I pounce, grabbing her around the waist and pulling her onto her bed underneath me. Immediately pinning her in place as I smirk down at her.
Her eyes are wide as I lean down and kiss her hard, my tongue demanding entrance. It feels like I’ve done nothing but kiss her for days, and yet, I could do it a hundred more times and never grow sick of her taste.
She groans in approval, and I slowly pull back, jumping off the bed as I point to her legs. “Tights, off.”
She tries to hide her smile or delight as she climbs off the bed and manages to pull off her tightswithout flashing me.
She lifts her head, and a grin slowly pulls up the corner of her mouth. She lunges at me and tries to pull me on the bed but I barely budge. I laugh as I wrap my arms around her tiny body and lift her onto the bed, dropping her back onto her back and laying my body over hers.
“Gotcha!” I whisper before kissing her again. Her arms and legs wrap around me eagerly. I let her hold me for a few seconds before I peel her hands away and pin them to the mattress beside her face.
“Dress,” I whisper as I stand up and watch her lay there, her body heaving with need.
She moves to her knees and pulls the dress up and over her head, tossing it at my face with a smirk.
I snatch it from the air and toss it over my shoulder as I slowly climb back on the bed, so we’re both on our knees facing each other.
“You’re not even going to try to get away, baby?” She shrugs as I reach forward, my fingers grazing her ribs as she shivers from my touch.
“So soft,” I whisper, watching my hands wrap around her waist. “So beautiful.” I kiss her neck and she releases a soft moan.
Suddenly she pushes hard against me and I pretend to lose my balance, letting her push me backwards until she’s on top of me, grinning like a mad woman.
“I win!”
“So, what do you want me to remove?” I ask as she moves back to her knees.
“Shirt,” she says with a nod.
I pull it over my head and toss it to the side until we’re once again kneeling together. This time I reach for her breasts. Even through her green bra, I can feel how soft they are, and we both moan as I squeeze them.
