Page 20 of One Christmas Night With You
Her hands glide up my six pack and to my chest, and I inhale sharply. “Perfect,” I growl. I whisk her off her feet, earning a squeal of excitement from her and toss her onto the bed on top of the rose petals.
“Rose petals? You really did wanna fuck me,” she says as I climb over her, covering her body with mine. My mouth finds hers; my tongue pushes between her plump lips. My body heats and my dick grows painfully hard with every stroke of her tongue against mine.
“I need to get you out of this dress,” I whisper.
“Do it. I’m yours tonight to do whatever you want with,” she says breathlessly, and her offer does something to me.
“You might regret that offer, angel.” I nip at her bottom lip and lean up to stand on the floor, pulling her up with me.
“Arms up,” I instruct, and like an obedient submissive, she does. Her willingness only makes my desire for her grow stronger, knowing she wants this as much as me, I gather her dress and lift it over her head before tossing it to the side. I am left speechless when I stare down at her matching red lace lingerie.
I swallow thickly, needing a second to take in every sculpted curve of her body. The red against her olive skin makes her skin glow under the soft lighting in my hotel room.
“Noelle, you’re fucking incredible.” I smooth my hands over her hips. “This…” I say, tracing over the lace of her bra with my index finger. “This is so fucking sexy.”
“Thank you. It was supposed to be Carson’s Christmas present, but it felt too pretty to let it go to waste.” She presses her breasts to my naked torso, and the feel of her hot skin against mine pulls a low growl from deep within my chest.
“His loss is definitely my gain.”
I tug at the red ribbon that has held her hair in a ponytail all night. I watch in fascination as her hair tumbles down and lands perfectly around her shoulders, framing her face like a goddess.
I take a second to capture this moment, to save it and lock it away in my mind because this is only for tonight. I’ll never see this girl again, so I am going to take everything she's willing to give me and give us both a night we’ll struggle to forget.
“You’re beautiful.” I say as I move her hair over her shoulder and press a kiss to her collarbone. Her head falls to the side exposing her neck, and I take that as my invite to run my tongue up the column of her throat and nip gently at her earlobe.
A little whimper escapes her, and when she bites down on her lip, I almost lose it. I tug it free with my thumb. “This. Fucking. Lip,” I groan. I sink my teeth into her bottom lip, and moan. "It’sdriven me wild all night.” I brush the pad of my thumb over her lips, just like before.
“Open,” I demand, and she does. I push my thumb in, and the warmth has me imagining what she would feel like on my dick.
“Suck,” I command, my voice low and husky and when she swirls her tongue over the tip of my thumb and proceeds to suck while looking up at me through dark lashes I almost come in my pants.
“Good girl,” I praise, and it spurs her on. She works my thumb with her mouth as if it were my cock, and if this is what she does, I don’t have a hope of lasting.
I pull my thumb free with an audible pop, and her face contorts in frustration.
“Patience, angel. I’m not rushing this. If we only have one night, we are going to make it last.”
Chapter Nine
Kennedy Noelle
I am so turned on it’s ridiculous, so I am pretty sure my arousal is about to drip down between my thighs. I have never been this wet, ever. Carson could never. Most of the time, it was an effort with him, and I’d let my mind wander to thoughts ofZac Efronjust to get me going. But Beckett, holy shit balls. He’s only got to look at me, and he’s wrecked my panties.
He says he doesn’t want to rush tonight, but I’m not sure how I am meant to last beyond this torturous foreplay he’s dishing out.
In a very brave and uncharacteristic move from me, I reach behind my back, unfasten my bra, letting my full breasts bounce free as the fabric falls to the ground.
“Fuck.” He groans out as his tongue swipes along his lower lip. I’ve always been a little self-conscious about my breasts. I’ve always felt they were a little too big for my frame, but watching Beckett’s eyes darken as he takes my nipple into his mouth and sucks, has my head rolling back in pleasure. He cups them andgently massages them between his rough hands, all my fears and worries evaporate.
He lowers himself to his knees, wearing only his pants, and Holy Mother of God, I have never had a man on his knees for me before. The muscles in his shoulders and back ripple and flex as he gets into position. The artwork that covers his arms is a breathtaking sight. I never knew tattoos could be so intricate and beautiful. I think I could spend all night just studying his body, committing every part to memory, because that is all tonight will become. A memory that I know I’ll never forget.
He presses open mouth kisses to my hip and then my naval, and his tongue flicks the belly button piercing I got on spring break last year; the only wild thing I’ve done. Carson said it looked cheap, but the way Beckett is working his tongue over my skin, I’d say he has a very different opinion.
“This is hot as fuck.” He groans as he flicks his tongue over my metal bar. His hands glide up my bare thighs, his fingers hooking into the waistband of my thong, and he gently pulls them down slowly, so slowly I almost tear them off my body myself. But, when he lets the flimsy fabric drop to the floor and buries his face between my thighs, and inhales my scent, my knees almost buckle.
“Oh my god,” I gasp. My hands fly to the back of his head as the tip of his nose rubs my clit, and I begin to pant.
“So fucking sweet,” he murmurs against my center.
