Page 29 of Unexpected Christmas

She shrugs. “I wanted to see you.”

“Why now?”

She tilts her head, her ponytail swinging. My hand clenches with the need to fist the long tail of hair in my hand. “What does that mean?”

“Why do you want to see me now? You couldn’t wait to hightail it out of here earlier.”

What the fuck am I doing? Lia has monopolized my thoughts for years. Here she is in front of me, and I’m doing my damndest to push her away when all I want to do is pull her into my arms and kiss her until we both forget our names.

Then fuck her until we’re both boneless.

She purses her lips and bobs her head side to side, then moves closer. “Fair enough.”

Her steps are almost predatory like.

It’s hot as fuck.

“But here’s the thing,” she says.

Another step closer.

“I lay in bed, all alone, and thought about nothing but you.”

“Is that so?”

“Yep.”

The final step brings her in front of me, where she steps in the space between my legs. The warmth of her body sets my blood to boil. Her blue eyes are dark and sexy, mirroring the desire that whips through my body, edgy and razor sharp.

“And what did you think about?” My voice drops, and my fingers tighten around my biceps to keep my hands off her. This is a new side of Lia, and I want to see how this show unfolds.

She runs her hands up my biceps and cups the back of my neck, leaning in. “I thought about how your cock felt inside me the one time we were together,” she breathes into my ear. “It was hard, warm, and filled me completely. I couldn’t help but touch myself thinking about it.”

Fuck me. The crotch of my jeans tightens to the point of pain. My hands drop to her hips and I squeeze, making her moan in my ear.

I’m going to explode before we get any further. I can only hope we go further.

If not, I’m going to have epic blue balls.

“Tell me how you touched yourself.”

“Hmm…” Her chuckle is throaty and seductive. “I bet you’d like to see how, wouldn’t you?”

Her tongue licks under my earlobe, hot and wet. I’d bet my next month’s revenue that her pussy feels the same way.

My response is an unintelligible grunt as she’s rendered me stupid.

She pulls back and meets my gaze. “Lean back.”

Her hands push the flannel shirt down my arms, and my ego goes through the roof when she licks her lips as her gaze roams my bare torso. My inability to do anything but what she tells me has me reclining back on my elbows on the hood of Cherry Horse.

With a light touch that teases me, her fingers dance up my thighs and over my crotch.

“Lia,” I hiss out, teetering on the edge of insanity.

Her hands make quick work of my button and fly, reaching in and releasing my cock of its constraints. My head drops back on a groan. “Fuck, baby,” I grit out when her hand wraps around my shaft and begins pumping me. Of their own volition, my hips undulate against her hand.

I bring my head back down and find she’s dropped to her knees. She looks up from under her eyelids as those blood-red lips wrap around the head.

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