Page 125 of The Duke Who Saved Christmas
Thomas’ lips once again made contact with mine the moment we stepped through the threshold into my bedroom, and I was swept up into his whirlwind just as easily as I had been downstairs.
His kiss was deep and hungry, and his desperation was evident in how tightly he held me. By the time he sat on the bed and pulled me down to straddle him, my body was already humming in anticipation of what was to come.
I wanted more.
I needed more.
I needed to rid us both of these useless clothes because that was the only way I could calm this torrent of absolute horniness that was sweeping through my body right now.
As if he knew, he slid his hands up my thighs, pushing my knitted dress higher until it was around my hips. I twitched when his cold hands made contact with my bare back beneath the fabric, but he didn’t stop there.
His hands continued their journey up my body until my only choice was to hold up my arms and break our kiss. He pulled the dress over my head and threw it to the floor, and as he explored my back with his hands, he used his lips for the front.
He kissed a trail down my neck to my breasts, swiftly removing my bra. It followed the same path to the floor as my dress had, but I barely had a moment to acknowledge it before Thomas turned his attention to my breasts and my already firm nipples.
“Ah.” Pleasure flowed through me at the feel of his tongue rolling over my tender skin. The touch of both his fingers and his tongue was too good, and I pressed my hips against him, against his hard cock.
“Don’t do that,” he murmured, cupping my other breast and turning his attention to it. “I won’t be able to enjoy you properly if you tease me like that.”
Oink.
We both froze.
“Did you just… oink… at me?” Thomas asked, staring into my eyes.
“I can safely say that oinking is not something I do during sex,” I replied. “Did we close the door?”
We turned our heads towards the open door, but another oink sounded from the general vicinity of the bed.
All right.
“I’m also not into voyeurism,” I said, climbing off him and dropping to my knees to look under the bed. “Come here, you little shit!”
Beatrix Trotter oinked again and ran towards me, but she was a speedy little thing, and she darted past me before I could grab her.
“Gotcha.”
I almost bumped my head as I slid out from under the edge of my bed to look in Thomas’ direction. He had Beatrix in one hand, and he dumped her into the hallway with a flat, “Goodnight, pig,” and quickly closed my door before she could come back in.
“Well, that ruined the moment,” I said. “I can’t believe we just got cockblocked by a pintsized pig.”
Thomas turned to me with a wicked glint in his eye and a smirk curving his lips. “You’re standing in front of me half-naked with those gorgeous tits out and your cheeks all flushed because of me, and you think the moment is ruined? I strongly disagree.”
He swept me back up into his arms before I could feel even a spark of embarrassment at his words.
Who knew this man had a dirty mouth on him?
Before I could dwell on that thought too much, Thomas pushed me back on the bed and hovered his body over mine. It was all too easy to get lost in his kiss, to find myself consumed in nothing but the feeling of his lips against mine.
I feared his kiss was an addiction I’d crave for the rest of my life.
…Or maybe that was just the lust talking.
Whatever it was, I needed more of it. His kiss was a match, and it’d sparked a roaring flame inside my veins. My entire body roared with the desire to touch him and taste him more deeply, and I gave myself over to that desire.
I grabbed at his jumper, tugging it up his body. He got the message and rid himself of both his jumper and his t-shirt, exposing his toned body to me. I ran my gaze over his muscles, but he grabbed my chin and forced me to meet his eyes.
“Stop looking at me like you want to eat me, or I won’t be responsible for what I do to you,” he said in a low voice, his dark blue eyes fixed on mine and burning with heat.
