Page 12 of Holiday Temptation

He chuckles, the sound gruff yet genuine. "Is that so? And here I was thinking you were just into me for my holiday spirit."

A playful scoff escapes me. "Oh, please! Your 'holiday spirit' was nonexistent before I came along."

His eyes smolder, the intensity building between us. "Maybe you're just what I needed to find it," he murmurs, his voice low and husky, before leaning in, closing the distance between us.

My stomach flips as his lips meet mine once more, but this time, the kiss is deeper, hungrier. Our tongues tangle together, exploring each other with a fervor I never knew I possessed. The car is filled with the sound of our ragged breathing and the hum of the holiday music filtering in from outside.

Dominic pulls away, his forehead resting against mine. "I'm not usually one for public displays of affection, but I can't resist you," he says, his voice thick with desire.

I brush my fingers against his cheek, looking into his dark eyes. "I don't care where we are. I just want you," I say, my own voice tight with longing.

Without another word, Dominic leans in again, his mouth pressing against mine with a hunger that ignites every nerve in my body. The scent of his cologne fills my senses, mingling with the aroma of pine trees and hot cocoa drifting in from outside.

I tug at his jacket, pulling him closer to me, moaning into his mouth as his hands roam over my body. I feel the heat of his skin against mine as our bodies press together, the passion between us growing with each passing second. He pulls away but only to lean his seat back and reach for me. Unable to stand the distance between us, I climb over the center console and straddle his lap. Our mouths meet hungrily, and his hands caress my curves, setting my entire body on fire.

His lips trail hot kisses down my neck, and his fingers work to unbutton my blouse. My breath hitches as he cups my breasts, teasing my nipples into hard points, and my body hums with need.

Flipping the cups of my bra to expose my breasts, he leans forward, taking one of my nipples in his mouth. I squirm against him, a rush of arousal flooding me at the delicious sensation. His lips are hot against my sensitive skin, sending goosebumps along my arms and down to my toes.

The sensation of his tongue circling my nipple, his lips tugging at it, and his beard scraping against my skin sends a bolt of electricity directly between my legs.

"Please," I moan, shifting against him. The movement only serves to grind the hardness of his erection against me, and a burst of pleasure courses through me.

"You want me to touch you?" he growls, his tongue darting out to flick against my nipple.

My entire body shudders at his words. "Yes," I moan, "please, Dominic."

He reaches one hand down the front of my pants and brushes his fingers against my clit. A wave of pleasure crashes over me, and I throw my head back, gasping at the intensity. The car windows are fogged, the festive lights outside creating a watercolor painting on my skin.

He continues to tease me, his fingers sliding over my clit before dipping down to tease at my wet entrance. My body is tense with need, and with every touch, I grow slicker. I tilt my hips, silently begging him to enter me, but he holds back.

"Does this feel good?" he asks, his voice gruff and gravelly.

"Yes," I hiss, my fingers grasping at his shoulders. "So good. Please."

He enters me with one finger, drawing a gasp from my lips. He moves slowly, his finger barely entering me before sliding out, only to repeat the motion. He continues to work me, his thumb circling my clit before he slides a second finger into me. Every muscle in my body is tense, every nerve on fire. The pressure builds between my legs, driving me mad with need and desire. I gasp, my hips rocking against his hand, the sensation growing more intense by the second.

As my climax builds, I pull him closer to me, my nails scraping against his scalp, unable to bear the delicious torture any longer. "Dominic, don't stop," I beg, my voice low and ragged.

"I won't," he says, his voice firm and steady despite the obvious strain in his breathing. "I won't stop until you come all over my hand."

His words send a jolt through me, and I moan as he works his fingers in just the right spot. The tension builds slowly at first, but then I feel it—a torrent of pleasure swelling within me. The sensation grows, coiling in my center, ready to burst at any second.

The orgasm washes over me, pleasure rippling through every nerve in my body. I cry out in ecstasy as I ride the wave of euphoria, my hips bucking against his hand. He continues to slowly thrust his fingers in and out of me until the waves of pleasure subside.

He rests his forehead against mine. "This night... with you... it's been something else," he murmurs.

I nestle closer to him, feeling a warmth that the cold December night can't penetrate. "It's one of those nights that'll stay with me," I admit, thinking of all the memories we've made, how the evening took twists and turns I hadn't expected, leading to this intimate moment.

After we get ourselves situated again, Dominic shifts the car back into drive. As we continue our journey, the twinkling lights of Maplewood Drive recede, but the glow in my heart remains.

Chapter 7

Dominic

It’sdaythreeofour holiday excursions and Emily’s final day to win me over to her side, a fact she points out to me when I tell her that I’m the one taking charge of the evening’s plans.

“Is this sabotage?” she teases, climbing into the passenger seat of my car.

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