Page 66 of Mistletoe Latte

Brushing back her hair, Nick whispered in her ear, “I was thinking of you.”

An alien sense of power overcame her. She wrapped her thumb around the base and reached under to cup his balls. Nick strained for her wrist, but Emma caught it and placed it on her breast. He sighed while toying with her nipple, tugging on the tender skin until she wanted to cry.

“You’re filthy,” she said, growing more certain with every heartbeat.

“Do you want me dirtier?”

“I’m going to wash you.”

“Oh…” He sounded defeated until she cupped both her hands around his cock and jerked them counterclockwise. “Oh, fuck!” Nick jumped, splashing water out of the tub.

Emma watched him squirm, just as she had that night that felt months past. To think, she’d nearly run away from him without doing this. She slipped back, Nick’s hand falling off her breast and smacking the water. Just as he was about to follow her, she bent over and placed her lips to the head of his cock.

She swirled her tongue over the top, tugging back the pliant crown so the opening widened. Nick brushed a hand back through her hair. He tugged the sopping locks up and wound them around his fist like a rope. She was at his mercy, while he was at hers.

Opening her jaw, Emma sucked him in. The tip of her nose bounced against the water’s surface as her tongue reached an inch lower. Nick began to pant, begging for more. She managed to press his cock deeper, the crown plunging against the back of her throat. Slowly, she worked her jaw up and down, tugging on the skin with her tongue then sliding it back with her hand. When she’d reach the tip, almost slipping off of him, Nick’s grip on her hair would slacken.

Emma smiled at how much he was enjoying this. She opened her mouth and took him back in. This time, she worked her hand into the rhythm. With a loose fit to her mouth, she lazily swirled her tongue, then cinched her palm and jerked up his cock. Nick reached behind to dig into the shower caddy, scattering shampoo and body wash bottles.

As they plunged in, the water level rose into her nose. She tried to pull back, but a whimper from him sent her diving underwater to suck his cock. Holding her breath, Emma licked down the full length of his shaft, trailing the vein. His cock pulsed in her hand, getting harder and more difficult to take in by the second. He had to be getting close. She cupped her palm behind his shaft, ran the head over her lips like a balm, then opened her mouth for one last run.

Her hair tugged, pulling Emma back. She sat up and found the wild eyes of a man about to blow. He caught her wrist and pulled it away, both of them listening to his ragged panting. “You…you won’t get away that easy.”

“Oh?”

Nick unrolled his grip on her hair, letting the coil fall to her shoulder. He reached forward and caught her ass in his hands. “I want to fuck you in here until the tiles crack.”

Damn. Emma clenched her thighs, every reverberation from her clit echoing deeper inside. A hard slap to her ass jerked her to attention and Nick groaned in her ear—a hard, barely-keeping-it-together groan. “But the damn tub’s too small.”

With no effort, he hauled her out of the bath at the same time he stood up. She swayed her hips against his. The hardness of his cock turned her butterflies into tap-dancing elephants. Emma wanted to leap onto it, then and there. She lowered her foot to the ground and yelped.

“It’s cold,” she tried to explain. Nick glanced down at her legs, and he scooped her up in his arms. Wrapped around him, Emma was carried to the bedroom she never thought she’d see again. He kissed her, hard and hot, his tongue rolling with hers before he pulled out her bottom lip and bit it. When she yelped, he tossed her onto the bed.

Emma’s wet skin struck the sheets, but Nick didn’t care. Growling, he paced about the room turning on a single lamp. The air flickered like candlelight. “I’ve wanted to use that for ages,” he admitted.

Bending over, he cracked open the military trunk at the foot of the bed. “You ever look in here?”

“No.” She shook her head. She’d never.

He snickered. “Course not, cream and sugar. Well…how about this?”

With loving precision, he laid out a menagerie of toys. Emma recognized the paddle, the flogger, two sets of cuffs, and a long line of rope. There were others she couldn’t make head nor tail of. She’d swear one was a pasta crimper.

Nick ran a hand over her cheek and dug a knee into the bed beside her. “It’s a lot of options.”

“You’re…very thorough.”

“Are any of ‘em scary?”

“No.”

“Are any of ‘em…exciting?”

She hovered a hand over the rope but wasn’t certain. Instead, she picked up the padded cuffs with red leather wrapped around the metal and placed them in Nick’s hands. He undid the latch, then raised an eyebrow. “You sure? You don’t have to pick—”

Emma kissed him hard and latched the first cuff around her wrist. “I’m sure. Oh, and…” For a moment, she reached for the flogger, but the straps looked heavy. Instead, she went for the lighter paddle that wasn’t wider than a hand.

When Nick held that, he shuddered, weighed it, then nuzzled against her neck. “God, you have no idea how badly I’ve wanted to do this.” As he kissed her, he closed off the cuffs, then slipped away to return the rest of the toys to the chest.

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