Page 11 of Mistletoe and Mayhem

CHAPTER SIX

RUSKI

Abby’s body pressedto mine in a swirl of Christmas evenings and cinnamon tea and all things home. Her soft sighs and short breaths nearly broke me as I kissed her, reining in my need as she arched against me. I traced over the neckline of her dress, creating patterns on her bare skin.

When she pressed her breast into my palm, I squeezed gently, finding the nipple and teasing it. The memory of how she felt beneath me mixed with how she reacted now, and I broke new ground in finding ways to make her moan.

She was intoxicating. My head spun as I kissed her, wary of bruising her lips with the need that surged through me being so close to her again. Her hands wound around the back of my neck, and she clung to me like I was a life raft in a wild ocean.

Gathering her to me, I slid a hand as far south as her ribs and stopped, breathing the kiss. She whimpered a breathy protest, leaning up to maintain the contact but I shook my head, smiling at her response.

“Uh-uh. Hold on a moment, pretty girl.” I stroked her ribs until she writhed, giggling. “That’s better. Now, where can I touch you?”

“Touch me?” Her brow crinkled.

I kissed her there for the hell of it until the lines smoothed. “Mhhm. Bump? Thighs? Lower?”

“Uh—” A flash of panic crossed her face.

“It’s okay, Abby. We can stay up here. I have no intention of pressuring you into anything you don’t want.”

A soft sigh left her, and she gave me a rueful grin. “That’s not what got me. It’s actually too many choices.” She laughed softly, lighting my groin aflame with a simple sound.

“Too many choices? You’re going to have to be a little clearer than that.”

Abby raised both eyebrows. “Anything goes, hotshot.”

In my mind’s eye another Abby, only a shade younger, danced on my lap in a smokey clubscape. Her hands pressed to my chest where she’d opened my shirt, trailing her fingers through the scattering of hair there. Purple glitter covered lips curled up in a smile as she worked her tight body over me and leaned forward to whisper in my ear.

Anything goes, hotshot.

I let my lips curl up in a dark smile as she gave me exactly what I wanted. “Yes, ma’am.” I kissed her again, a little harder this time, and worked my way along her body, ruching her dress in one hand. I hesitated over her bump. “Anything?”

She smiled and nodded, stretching her body out beneath me like a cat who knows she’s got the cream.

Dipping my head, I kissed my way around her bump, keeping the pressure light. Her legs parted for me easily, her musky scent enveloping me as I licked the soft skin inside her thigh. Her fingertips grazed my shoulder, gripping my shirt in time to her sighs. Her sundress shifted aside to expose white cotton panties that crept up the curve of her ass.

She raised her hips when I urged her, letting me slide my hands beneath her to tug the soft material from her legs. Her calves resting over my shoulders, I slipped my thumbs over the glistening folds of her pussy and licked her in long, soothing strokes.

Abby gasped like I fucked her. “That’s too sensitive. Please,” she begged, her hand slapping the sheet at my side.

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