Page 21 of Hollywood Humbug (The Naughty List)

Then he swirled his tongue around my little bundle of nerves, and I pressed my head back against the pillow as I clenched the comforter with my fists. “I’m not sure I can take much more of that,” I whimpered.

“Don’t hold back, baby. Come for me. Show me how much you enjoy my mouth eating your succulent pussy. Let me hear it.”

All the dirty talk was throwing kindling on the fire inside me. I whimpered and moaned as he used his lips, tongue, and fingers to drive me over the edge. Then I gave him exactly what he wanted, crying out his name as I fell apart. He didn’t wait for my shudders to stop. He just kept licking and sucking until I tumbled into my second release. His licks eased off and became gentle, lazily licking me clean. Then he sat up and shoved his jeans down his legs before kicking them off.

Slowly, he positioned himself between my thighs, keeping his eyes on me, almost as if he was afraid that I would change my mind. I caressed his cheek and leaned up to kiss him before giving him a cheeky smile and teasing, “There’s no going back now.”

His mouth curved up, and he notched the tip of his shaft at my entrance.

My fingers tunneled into his hair and I held his head as I stared into his deep, blue depths and whispered, “This is us, Kane. Together.”

“Finally, right where we belong,” he murmured before taking my mouth in a deep kiss that had my body burning with need.

“Yes,” I agreed with a sigh. I twined my arms around his shoulders to pull him close as he entered me with one powerful thrust.

Then he stilled, anchored deep in my body, giving me a moment to adjust to his size. “You good, baby?” he rasped, clearly struggling to hold on to his control.

Bending my knees, I cradled his hips with my legs and gave him a dreamy smile. “Better than good, I’m amazing.”

“Thank fuck,” he groaned as he rocked against me.

“More,” I urged him as he started off slow. “Don’t hold back.” Tossing his words back at him seemed to flip a switch because his thrusts became more forceful and he sped up until he was slamming in and out of me so hard, I briefly wondered if the trailer was rocking along with us. Not that I cared. My mind was consumed with the pleasure building inside me again. Nothing else mattered in that moment except being with Kane.

“I knew you’d have a tight little pussy,” he grunted. “But I love how fucking slick you are. Love that it’s all for me.” My inner walls fluttered at his praise, which only seemed to spur him on. “I own this pussy now,” he growled, punctuating his statement with a forceful thrust. “Only my cock from now on. Do you understand, Scarlet?”

“Yes,” I hissed. My answer ripped out of me as he slid his hand between our bodies to circle my clit with his thumb. My orgasm crashed over me, and I screamed his name as my head spun and stars danced in front of my eyes. Clutching his shoulders, I held on tight as wave after wave of ecstasy threatened to carry me away.

“That’s it, baby,” he muttered. “Fuck, yeah. Milk me cock. Make me come. Fuck!” He bellowed the last word as he punched his hips forward a few more times, then anchored himself deep and buried his face in the crook of my neck. Jets of hot come spurted from his dick, filling me with warmth and pushing me over the edge one more time.

When the pleasure finally ebbed, Kane collapsed on top of me, and pressed me into the mattress for a moment before rolling to his side. Then he slid his arm under my back so he could pull me onto his chest and arrange my body so I was sprawled on top of him.

“Damn, Remington,” I panted. “If this is your tamest fantasy, I’m not sure I’ll survive the next one.”

Kane tossed his head back against the mattress and my body bounced on his as he laughed heartily. “Fuck, I love you,” he murmured when his mirth subsided.

I was silent and still, processing his declaration, and he didn’t push, just held me while I worked everything out in my mind. The fact that he hadn’t immediately demanded to hear me say it back, that he gave me metaphorical space, just proved what I’d already accepted. Kane was it for me. My everything. “I love you, too.”

He’d done an amazing job hiding his anxiety, because I was shocked when his whole body sagged with relief and he blew out a heavy breath before grunting, “Thank fuck.”

His arms tightened around me, and he kissed my temple. “Would you spend Christmas with me, Scarlet?” he queried softly.

I folded my arms over his chest and propped my head on them so I could look at his face. “I’d love to spend the rest of the day with you, Kane, but I promised my family I’d come over in the morning.”

He tucked some wayward hair behind my ear and gave me a gentle smile. “I get it. My mom is pretty pissed at me for not coming home for Christmas.”

An idea popped into my head, but I hesitated, wondering if it was too soon. Then I decided to just go for it. “I was thinking…my family actually has their big celebration on Christmas Eve, but I’ve put my foot down the last two years and only spent Christmas Day with them.”

A guilty expression covered Kane’s face, and I leaned up to give him a quick kiss. “Stop it. It’s all in the past, and we’re moving on.”

One corner of his mouth lifted, and he traced my jaw as he replied, “Go on, baby. What’s your idea?”

“Well, what if we head to my parents’ house for dinner tonight and stay for breakfast in the morning? Then we’ll drive down to San Diego and surprise your mom. Our call time the next day isn’t until two, so we have plenty of time to come back that day.”

Kane smiled and cupped my face in his palms. “I don’t deserve you, Scarlet. But never expect me to let you go.”

I beamed at him. “You like my plan?”

“My mom is going to adore you, baby.”

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