Page 14 of A Cuddly Christmas
“Are you okay? You really do sound out of breath and?—”
“Mom,” I cut her off. When I peek over my shoulder to Paxton, I see his eyes are on my ass.
I didn’t realize I had it high in the freaking air when I crawled over to grab my phone. I scramble to sit up, still not sure what panties I’ve got on.
"I had to run inside to get out of the storm.”
"That's why I'm calling. I don't think it's safe for you to drive back right now. I've been telling you to get new tires for a month now," she scolds me.
"Mom," I snip. "Can we not do this right now?" I pull myself up to sit on the couch. "Paxton, are you okay with me staying here for?—"
"Yeah, I'm not letting you leave in this."
"Oh, good," Mom says, having heard him. "I knew he'd say that. Do you have everything you need? You'll be okay?"
"Yes, Madam Mayor, I've got all we need,” Paxton responds. Clearly the man has got exceptional hearing.
I, however, don't hear what my mom says back. Nope, not a word. Because all my attention has gone to the front of Paxton’s pants. Either he smuggled home an anaconda in his pants or he’s really happy I’m here.
Chapter Eight
PAXTON
As soon as Tilly hangs up the phone, I hold out my hand for it. She hesitates, and I smile at her. “I’m not taking it, I just want to charge it up in case we lose power.”
“Oh, that’s smart,” she says, but I don’t miss the way she keeps looking between my legs.
Yes, I’m fucking hard. That was the best kiss of my entire life, and I was wedged between her soft thighs while I was doing it. What did she expect? There’s a charging port next to the couch, so I plug up her phone before turning to her again.
“Come here,” I say, waiting for her to come to me this time. I could easily grab her and bring her back down on the floor, but I want this to be her decision. “I want to kiss you some more.”
She bites her bottom lip as her cheeks flush with color. I don’t know if she’s embarrassed by how much she wants it, because it was clear before that interruption that she did, or if she’s shy about this because she’s not used to it. From everyone I’ve talked to, Tilly hasn’t been seen with a man before. That doesn’t mean she hasn’t been; it could just mean she likes to keep things private.
The best thing I can do right now is wait for her to make her move and not scare her off. It’s like the first time we kissed, I have to go slowly and not make any sudden movements. As if reading my mind, she eases off the couch and kneels on the floor next to me.
“Are you warm enough?” I ask, reaching for the front of my jacket. “Your cheeks are red.”
“Yeah, I’m warm.” Her voice is soft as she nods, and I slip it off her shoulders.
Once I’ve got my coat off of her, I slip a hand around her waist and pull her to me. “You okay with this?” I ask, brushing my lips over hers softly. She nods, but I shake my head. “Say it, baby. Tell me you want me to keep kissing you. I need the words so I know you’re with me.”
“I want you.” Her breath catches when I slowly lower her to the soft rug in front of the fireplace.
“You want me?” I ask, and she nods as I move between her legs. “To do what?”
“To keep kissing me,” she says as I let some of my weight hold her down.
The throb in my cock is becoming insistent as I rub it against her panties. When her ass was in the air, I could see the damp spot between her legs against the pale pink cotton. It only made me harder, and I was so close to burring my face against it.
“Where do you want me to kiss you, baby?” I rub my nose against hers before I place a kiss on her lips. “Here?” I do it again, and she nods. Then I move my mouth lower and kiss her neck. “Here?”
“Yes,” she moans as her hips rock up.
I kiss her there for a long time before moving back to her mouth. Then her hands become insistent as she tugs at my shirt. I sit up and take it off for her, and then she's staring at my bare chest.
“Is that…?”
Glancing at my chest, I see what she’s looking at and smile. “A tattoo of a miniature donkey? Yeah, that’s Dominick.”
