Page 16 of Bah Humbug Mate

Gasping and not wanting to do anything to make him stop, she clutched the bedclothes beside her. Breathing seemed to have become a voluntary thing—not at all mandatory—as his thumb took over from his fingers, circling around and down on her clit. His fingers moved toward her pussy, splaying her labia as he did so. A single digit traced the rim of her pussy before slipping inside.

His lips came back to hers as his finger and thumb found a rhythm that perfectly harmonized with his tongue. Noel moaned and squirmed beneath his sensual ministrations. He gave her clit a sharp pinch and shook his head when her eyes flew open. She relaxed and he went back to pleasuring her. Adding a second finger to the one already inside her made her relax and open herself to him. His thumb pressed down as if it were the ignition switch to her orgasm.

Her body tensed, innately understanding the pleasure he would bring her. He continued his sensual assault on her body and senses, and she felt the moment her soul took flight over the abyss. She’d had sex before, had climaxes before, but nothing had ever compared to flying as a reindeer and that was nothing compared to the pleasured abandon that overwhelmed her as she sailed off the edge. She tried to call his name; he rolled on top of her, his mouth covering hers and drinking her cries of fulfillment.

He made a place for himself, his cock poised against the opening to her core. Even through the sensual haze of her climax, she could admire his cut body and gorgeous face. Dash rolled up onto his knees, lifting her hips in his hands as he pressed his cock inside her. He felt even larger than he looked. He impaled her, drawing her body to his as he forced his way inside.

He began to move in a hard, fast rhythm, thrusting in and out as his groin ground against hers on every downward stroke. Noel let her head fall back as she clutched his forearms. Over and over, he pounded into her. She wanted to do more for him, but he seemed intent on having his way. Her orgasm crashed over her, rendering her breathless and limp. She watched his face as he gave himself over to his own pleasure.

Dash’s eyes closed as his head dropped back, giving her a last, brutal thrust as he held himself hard against her, his body grinding out his orgasm as he called her name. No sound had ever been sweeter.

CHAPTER 7

DASH

The following morning, he was afraid to open his eyes, afraid that Noel wouldn’t be lying next to him; afraid that the night before had been nothing more than a fantasy. He couldn’t feel her warmth beside him and there was no sound from the bathroom indicating she was there. Had it been a dream? Did she regret what had happened between them?

Before his imagination could run wild with every bad scenario that was possible, he heard the door to his apartment open and smelled coffee—deep, rich, dark coffee—the elixir of life. She entered the room dressed in a pair of sweatpants and a tank top, carrying two handmade mugs of liquid life.

“I thought you left me,” he said, trying to sound like he was teasing her.

“Never. I promised you that. With all my things being right across the hall, it just seemed easier. I probably should have left you a note.”

“It’s okay. I didn’t even think about your stuff being next door. We should probably fix that.”

“Probably, but I don’t want you to feel rushed.”

“I don’t, but we do have a deadline to make if we want the money.”

“If?” she asked.

He rolled out of bed, took the mug he thought was most likely his and kissed her soundly. “If. If the choice is the money or losing you, I choose you. We’ll find another way to help your herd and my grandmother’s.”

She searched his face as if seeking the truth. When the smile broke across her face it was as if he was seeing the first sunrise after the world had been created. “Better yet, let’s beat that deadline and tell old Rudy he can shove it.”

“Come on, let’s go make breakfast. For some reason I’m starving.”

“Poor baby,” she said, rising up on her tiptoes to brush his mouth with hers. “You worked hard last night.”

He chuckled and led her into the kitchen. “Mystic River throws an annual Christmas Eve ball—complete with fancy dresses, tuxedos, champagne, the whole lot. Nicole suggested that it might be easier to sort of abscond with the party, pay for all the food and everything, and have the wedding there. That way, we’ll make the deadline of Christmas Eve.”

“Are people going to be okay with you usurping their party for our wedding?”

“I think so. People in Mystic River are very supportive of each other, and we do love a good wedding. You look like you don’t want to do that…”

“It’s not that…”

“Then what is it, Noel? I can’t help if I don’t know.”

“I’m just not sure what you want out of this wedding.”

He came around the island, moving between her legs, fisting her hair, tugging her head back and bringing his mouth down on hers. There was nothing sensual, casual, or entreating. This was demanding, carnal, predatory, and dominating. His tongue took possession of hers as it surged in, invading, commanding, and possessing.

Dash lifted his head. “How can you even ask me that? Last night was amazing, monumental, life-changing.”

“How life-changing?” she asked seriously, but in an easy, non-threatening, non-challenging manner.

“As life-changing as it needs to be. Is there something you need me to do to prove what you mean to me?”

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