Page 126 of The Duke Who Saved Christmas
“And what exactly are you going to do to me?”
“Hmm.” He kissed me, gently tugging my lower lip between his teeth. He released my chin and pushed my head back, bringing his mouth to my neck again and kissing his way down my body. “I’ll make you come so hard you’ll have no choice but to admit that you’re falling for me. How does that sound?”
“Like my worst nightmare,” I breathed, throwing my arm over my eyes as he licked and kissed to the waistband of my leggings.
“Mm, don’t worry.” Thomas slid his hands under my leggings and pulled them down my thighs. “It’ll be a good dream soon enough.”
“That line was terrible.”
“Do we need to bicker even in bed?”
“Mhmm. I’ve never bicker-fucked anyone before, and you’re the perfect person for it, don’t you think?”
He tugged my leggings off over my feet along with my socks. “What am I?” he asked, parting my legs and lowering his face to the inside of my thigh until his breath skittered across my skin. “A means to check something off your sexual bucket list?”
“You might be, you know.”
“Seems like I’ve got no choice but to shut you up, then.” His fingertips dug into my thighs as he parted them and kissed my hip. “I never took you for a Grinch in bed, Sylvie.”
“I’m hardly going to be a holly jolly elf when your head is between my legs but you’re using your mouth to talk instead of get me off.”
He laughed, a low rumble that set fireworks off around my skin, and murmured, “As you wish.”
Just like that, he rolled his tongue over my pussy and gently sucked my clit into his mouth. Delight burst through my veins, and as if my hand was out of my control, my fingers slid into his hair and held his face in place.
My God, it feltgood.
Better than good.
Like all the tension I’d been keeping inside was rolling and warping, building to a crescendo I could feel tickling across every little inch of my body.
He slid a finger inside me, then another, and curled them to hit the good spot. I arched my back, gasping. My grip on his hair got tighter until he groaned, and his fingers dug into my thigh.
He moved his tongue faster, focusing right on my clit as his fingers worked me inside, and I rolled my hips against him, needing him to push me over that edge.
He did.
With one deft press of his tongue against my clit, my orgasm rocketed through my body. I cried out as all my muscles clenched almost painfully, but Thomas held me beneath him, at his mercy, as I rode out the waves of pleasure.
He dragged his lips up my bare body, his hot breath leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake. He wiped his mouth and kissed me, and I tasted myself on his tongue.
I didn’t care.
It wasn’t enough.
I wanted more.
He stopped, taking a deep breath. “I don’t… Fuck, Sylvie. I don’t have anything.”
My heart stuttered. “Neither do I.”
“Fuck.” He rested his forehead on my shoulder, breathing heavily.
I squeezed my eyes shut. “I’m on the pill. For… girl stuff. I’ve been single a while, so…”
He turned his face into my neck. “I haven’t since—you know. Only if you’re comfortable with it."
I reached between us and ran the backs of my fingers over his cheek. “It’s fine. I don’t want to stop.”
