Page 18 of Holiday Hookup

I shake my head, not really wanting to answer that question.

“Look at me, sweetheart.”

I shake my head again, my eyes staying locked on the kitchen floor. When he takes a deep breath, his thumb grazing the sides of my face, I can’t help it as my eyes meet his.

“What do you want?” I whisper, his hand falling from my face to the hem of my shirt, playing with the edge before delving underneath to find me wet and wanting.

“Oh, sweetheart, I want a lot of things.” His tongue darts out, licking up my neck while his hands grip the side of my boy shorts. “I want to know why you wear these and why the hell they look so much sexier on you than anyone else…”

I moan, melting into the feel of his fingers delving past the waistband of my panties only to find my folds soaking.

“I want to know what caused you to be this turned on… was it the way I kissed you in the hall? Was it the way I looked at you the second you walked into this kitchen looking like my very own wet dream come to life? Or maybe it was the way my fingers danced all over your skin, letting you know exactly what my touch can do…”

I just nod, knowing that he’s being a cocky bastard, but it’s warranted.

“Let me ask you this again, so I know exactly how fast or slow to take this, how long has it been?”

God, why did he have to ask it like that, so demanding and yet so sweet at the same time?

I hate it.

Reluctantly I take a deep breath and whisper, “Two years and eight months.” Yes, I’ve counted, yes I’m desperate, and yes, I will climb him like a tree if he doesn’t move those fingers that are currently resting just above my clit.

“Damn,” he mutters before trailing kisses down my neck once more. “Are you sure you’re ready for this?”

I hold in my groan of frustration because I know he’s just being sweet, but that is not what I want right now.

“Don’t ask stupid questions,” I murmur before sealing my lips to his as he hoists me up onto the counter, my legs wrapping around his waist. My fingers tangle in the hair at the base of his skull as I pull him closer, and it’s like a dam break because the kiss I was getting before is nothing compared to the ones he’s giving me now.

Just as I’m about to take his hand and place it against my heat, he wraps those talented fingers around my panties and rips them from my body. My surprised gasp spurs him on, his fingers finding my folds, lightly tracing around the one spot that I’m craving the most.

“Dane, don’t make me beg anymore.”

His chuckle ripples through my entire body as his kisses become more and more aggressive.

“Fuck, sweetheart, you are so wet.”

I wondered what his voice would sound like when we were like this, but that was nothing compared to the man standing in front of me. I make a desperate sound as my hips leave the counter, searching for some kind of release. I’m about to beg once again when his fingers find my clit, causing a wave of pleasure to rock through my body. My fingers grasp his shoulders, holding on as my hips grind against every stroke of his fingers. It’s been so long I’ve wondered if I could even reach orgasm at the hands of someone else, but from the way my body is responding to every stroke of those talented fingers, I’d say it’s a good bet I’ll go off like a rocket.

“You have no idea…” he mutters against my skin, kissing lightly down my neck and across my exposed shoulder. “You have no idea how edible you look right now.”

My head falls back as the unmistakable heat travels from my stomach to my core and before long, my legs begin to shake. “That’s it, sweetheart, I want you to come all over my fingers so I can take you right here, right now. Come for me, Nel.” Those are the words that set me off, causing my back to arch, a silent scream leaving my body as an orgasm so powerful pulses through me.

“Dane!” I groan, feeling the aftershocks after every pass of his fingers against my clit. I’m boneless, utterly sated, and not sure I can move.

“Nel, look at me.”

I do, his hooded gaze meeting mine, and all I can see is pure desire. The second his fingers leave my heat, I watch as he brings them to his lips, tasting me.

“You have no idea, do you?”

I give him a questioning glance as he levels me that cocky-as-hell smirk I’ve grown to love so much. “You have no idea the effect you have on me. Your fucking taste is going to haunt me for years, the way you come undone under my touch is something I will keep with me for the rest of my life. You are incredible.”

He doesn’t wait for my response before he strips the shirt from my body, his lips zeroing in on each breast as my back arches once more. My hands trail down the expanse of his chest, loving the way his muscles ripple under my touch as I get closer and closer to the one thing I’ve been dying to see.

“Are you sure about this?” he asks once more as I roll my eyes.

“Dane, if you don’t drop those pants right now and show me exactly what you can do with that thing,” I say, pointing to his impressive cock that is currently tenting the fabric of his pants. “Then I will have no choice but to dismember you one limb at a time…” I lean into him, my lips brushing his neck as I whisper, “And I will start with that cock of yours.”

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