Santa's Naughty List(5)

“Shhh sshhh,” she comforted, reaching up to press her fingertips to his lips. “I’m joking, I promise.”

“Hmmm,” he grumbled, his expression somewhat placated and kissed her fingertips. Even that, the brush of his lips against the skin there, sent her senses into overdrive. Especially when he swept his tongue against the pad of her index finger. A shiver hit her, working its way from the top of her head right down to her curling toes.

“That’s what I want to do to you,” he whispered, his voice whiskey-rough. “Taste every inch of you to see if you’re as sweet as you look. Lick and tease you until you scream my name.”

She whimpered, biting her lip as her clit ached in response. Hell, what was she supposed to say in answer to that? Yes, please? Drag him off to her apartment to have her wicked way with him?

“Well, we could do that…” she said, a small part of her brain amazed that she sounded so calm and put together. “But we could get arrested if we try it here.”

“Oh, I wasn’t thinking about here.”

His answering grin was slow and sexy, full of blatant desire and intent as he put space between them long enough to reach into his pocket. Her eyes widened at the small object in his hand. At first glance, it looked like a pocket watch, until he flipped the lid to reveal a compass. Inside though, there were no markings for north, east, south and west. Instead, there was just one inscription and no needle. Where the needle should be, the golden sparks of Christmas magic shimmered.

She recognized it. It was the compass of a Claus, to help him return to the Pole each year. Her Grandpops had a similar one, albeit a little smaller, but in his the magic was gone. No golden swirls waited to show the way home on request. They hadn’t for many years, but her grandfather still kept the compass. She’d caught him looking at it sadly when he thought he was alone.

Amazement held her heart captive as the magic swirled. She’d never seen the pole. Hell, she’d never even seen a Claus elf until coming to the PPA. Now she was in the arms of the sexiest Santa she’d ever seen and he was about to take her to the birthplace of her family. She realized he was looking at her, waiting for her answer, and nodded.

The needle formed in the compass, pointing to the inscription. ‘The Pole’. Around them the fairy lights danced, spinning faster and faster until the world joined in. Everything lurched and she gasped, closing her eyes and clinging to Cole. He chuckled and rubbed her back reassuringly.

“You can open your eyes now, we’re here.”

Cracking open an eyelid, she braved a glance and found they were in a small bedroom. Wooden walls, beams above them, and a fire crackling in the grate to one side. But they didn’t get her attention, what did was the large four poster bed in front of them. Crisp white sheets. Colorful patchwork blanket. If she’d had to describe a typical room at the North Pole, it was exactly what she’d have described.

Her lips quirked. He’d brought her to the Pole, but typical man, he’d brought her to his bedroom first.

“Welcome home,” he whispered and bent his head to claim her lips again.

She melted into his arms with a moan, parting her lips and kissing him back with a passion that scorched her veins. He rumbled deep in his chest, a sexy sound of approval and pleasure. Molding herself to him, arms around his neck, she gave everything she had. This might be a dream or a one night stand, but she knew one thing for certain.

She would enjoy every minute of it.

His hand smoothed up over her back and his fingertips hooked under the thin strap of her dress to pull it from her shoulder. His lips broke from hers, ghosted over her jaw, and blazed a path down her neck.

Her own hands weren’t idle. Fingertips tested the hard muscle in his arms and skated up to explore his broad shoulders before following his collar around down to the buttons at the front of the shirt. His hands spread out over her back, one behind her shoulders and the other behind her hips to pull her up hard against his groin. His cock, hard and thick, pressed into her stomach and she bit back a moan. He was big, she was small... Would it even fit?

Those thoughts flitted away into the ether as he found the zipper at the back of her dress and drew it down inch by teasing inch. The fabric slipped from her body, neckline relocating a couple of inches. Bending her backward, he followed it with his lips eagerly, leaving a trail of fire against her skin. Off-balance, she resisted the urge to cling to him, trusting in his strength.

She played with the buttons on the front of his shirt, dipping her fingers between the fabric to stroke beneath before popping them one by one. The thin material parted, allowing her access to the muscled expanse of his broad chest. Spreading her hands, she stroked over the hard planes. Her fingertips brushed his flat male nipples and brought them to attention