Page 139 of A Million Kisses in Your Lifetime

We kiss for I don’t know how long, until my mouth starts to ache and my chest feels tight. I can feel him as he slowly grinds his hips against mine and my body responds, that slow, throbbing ache between my legs making me restless.

He grabs hold of my hands, interlocking our fingers before he holds them above my head. When he breaks away from my still seeking lips, I lie there trying to catch my breath as he studies my face, his eyes dark.

“If I had my way, we’d never leave this cabin for the entire weekend,” he murmurs.

“We’d eventually have to eat,” I remind him.

“There’s room service.”

“I thought I was your room service.” I smile.

So does he.

“I want to see the Christmas stuff,” I admit. “You said the town was cute.”

“From what I could tell, it’s straight out of a Hallmark movie,” he says.

I frown. “What do you know about Hallmark movies?”

“I have a mother. And a sister. I’ve seen a few in my lifetime,” Crew admits, somewhat grudgingly.

I suddenly have a great idea. “We should watch some this weekend,” I suggest.

“The only thing I want to watch is you.” He nuzzles my neck, his breath hot on my skin. “We should take a bath. That tub will fit the both of us.”

My earlier fantasy flares to life, but is quickly doused by a serious case of nerves. “I don’t know about that.”

He lifts away from my neck, so he can look at me. “What if I feed you first.”

I’m tempted.

“Then give you an orgasm or two.” He grins.

I blush. “Crew…”

“I should’ve brought Blow Pops.” He thrusts against me again, nice and slow, and I close my eyes, breathing deep when I feel his fingers tighten around my wrists. As if he wants to keep me captive.

“Surely you’re more creative than that,” I tease.

He pauses for so long that I open my eyes, worried I said the wrong thing.

“You want me to be more creative?” His brows shoot up. The devilish expression on his face is almost scary.

Almost.

But not quite.

“I don’t want to scare you, Birdy,” he continues. “But if I had my way, I’d strip you naked. Then I’d take one of those ribbons you’re always wearing in your hair and tie your wrists together.”

He squeezes them for emphasis.

My entire body flushes at the image he’s putting in my head. I love it when he tells me what he wants to do to me. “Then what?”

And I think he knows it too.

“I’d kiss you everywhere. Make you come with my fingers. Then my mouth.” He kisses me, his tongue searching. “What do you want to do to me?”

I don’t know if I can say the words out loud.

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