Page 13 of A Cuddly Christmas
"I've had to wrestle more than a few animals in my time."
"Are you calling me an animal?" I'm grasping at straws while trying to get my footing. I'm failing, and honestly, I'm not that upset about it.
"You know I'm not. I already told you how pretty you are." His face softens. "Even if it pissed you off."
"It doesn't piss me off," I find myself admitting. "I’m just not used to it, I suppose."
"That's because you scare the shit out of a lot of the boys in town. They know better."
That gives me a warm, fuzzy feeling, and I don’t know how the hell he keeps doing and saying all the right things.
"But you don't know better?"
He lets out a humorless laugh as he leans closer. "First of all, I’m not a boy, and secondly, I don't care."
"Why?" I still ask.
Paxton's eyes drop to my mouth. "I think you know why."
I know my gramps and Molly say he's got a thing for me, but I'm still finding it hard to believe. Because why would he? I've been an utter brat to him. Now I’m looking at Paxton's mouth. The one I never pay any attention to. I lick my lips, unable to stop the action. My body really does have a mind of its own.
Paxton starts to lower his head, but he goes slowly, giving me time to turn away if I want to deny him. When I don’t move, his mouth brushes against mine, so, so gently, and I close my eyes.
Paxton doesn’t rush the kiss. He seemed to relish simply softly touching his mouth to mine. It’s sweet and gentle and makes a funny sensation bloom in my chest. A small moan slips from me as I part my lips, and Paxton takes the opening to nibble on my bottom lip. Now I’m not sure if he’s teasing or savoring.
He licks across my lower lip where his teeth have grazed, and I can’t help letting my tongue touch his. It’s a slight brush, tempting him to deepen it, and it seems to be working. Not only on my desire but also as a rush of excitement floods my system.
Our tongues stroke each other's as the kiss becomes hungrier. I lift my hips, pressing my body into him as my sex pushes right against the hard ridge of his cock. I let out a moan, and it’s like my body is waking up from a deep slumber I hadn't known it was in.
"Baby, you taste so sweet," Paxton groans. His mouth travels down one side of my jaw and then back, kissing every inch of it. I almost think he wants to make sure he doesn't miss one spot.
When he almost reaches my other ear, I turn my head so my mouth can press to his neck. His body jerks when I graze my teeth across his skin. That only propels me further, and I latch on to him, sucking, my tongue swirling against his skin. Paxton grinds his cock against me, hitting my clit where I need it most. That’s when the throb between my legs takes over and demands I do something about it.
"Goddamn, darlin’, slow down for me," he breathes out next to my ear.
I kiss my way back up to his mouth because I can’t hear him call me any more endearments. They hit a spot inside of me I often keep hidden away. The girl who can be sexy and fill a man with need.
There’s a sound in the distance that has my eyes flying open. “Shit, that’s my phone,” I mutter as Paxton lifts his mouth from mine. His eyes stay on me, and although I want to lean up and kiss him again, my phone keeps going off.
“Better not be that app,” Paxton says, momentarily confusing me until I see the jealousy take over his expression and know what he’s referring to.
“It’s my mom,” I say, knowing the specific sound only belongs to her.
Paxton gives a stiff nod before he moves his body off mine. I roll over, seeing my phone on the floor next to the couch. It must have fallen out when Paxton took my pants off.
Holy shit, I can’t believe Paxton took my pants off!
I grab my phone, needing this distraction because I don’t know how this has all happened so fast.
“Hey, Mom,” I say when I answer.
“Why are you out of breath?”
“I’m not,” I rush to say far too quickly.
“Are you at Dr. Rudolph's house?” Shit. What should I say? “You had an order there.” Mom keeps going when I’m quiet for too long, reminding me I have a reason to be here.
“Yep, I’m totally here. With an order,” I confirm.
