Straddling him, Steph leaned forward and kissed him hard and deep. His scent inundated her senses and her nipples hardened into aching points.
Nick groaned.
She sat up atop the hard ridge of his erection, an obvious sign that he was as ready as she. Digging into the pocket of her billowy gauze skirt, she pulled out a condom and tossed it on his chest. “Hurry up and put that on.”
Blinking up at her, Nick sputtered, “Just like that? Wham, bam, let’s fuck?”
“You complaining?”
“Hell, no.” As she lifted to her knees to pull up her skirt, he fumbled for the foil package with comical haste. Then he glanced up and stilled, his gaze riveted between her legs. “Oh man. Steph… You’re not wearing panties.”
“Ooops. Must have forgotten those.” She tucked the trailing hem into the elastic waistband.
Dropping the condom, he licked his lips. “Whose wish list are we working on here?”
The heat banked in his heavy-lidded eyes made her shiver. His Santa hat was askew, his dark hair pushed over his forehead. Adding in the apron, he should have looked silly. Instead, he looked edible. His arms were sexy as hell, the skin still bearing the remnants of a dark summer tan, the muscles beneath beautifully defined.
“Come here.” The command was issued in a seductively husky voice that made goose bumps cover her skin despite the fire crackling in the fireplace.
“Come where?” she teased softly.
“Come in my mouth, sweetheart. I want to lap you up.”
Oh. My. God!
Forcing herself to crawl over him slowly so she didn’t look desperate, Steph kneeled astride his head. With one knee on the sofa armrest and the other on the very edge of the couch, she was spread wide, affording him an unhindered view. His warm hands slid up her thighs, his breath gusted over her sex. He squeezed her ass. She whimpered her excitement…
And then he licked her cunt in a long deliberate lap.
She clutched the back of the sofa like a lifeline and moaned.
Kneading the backs of her thighs, he settled in to feast, gliding his tongue through her slit. Dipping inside her. Finding all the places that made her cry out and concentrating there before drifting away to find somewhere else. And then returning to stroke back and forth across her clit.
“Don’t come too soon,” he murmured as her legs began to shake.
“Are you kidding?” she gasped, her hips rocking into his busy mouth. “Don’t be so good at this.”
His chuckle was filled with pure masculine satisfaction. “I want to be fucking you when you come.”
She shuddered violently. “You better hurry up with that condom then.”
“I’m ready whenever you are.”
“Huh?”
Nick’s grin was pure wickedness. “I guess you were a little distracted.”
Glancing down the couch, her eyes widened. He’d flipped up the apron and sheathed the object of her day and night dreams. Long, thick and arching up to his stomach, his cock made her mouth water. No wonder the man had that air about him that screamed I know how to fuck your brains out. The picture hadn’t done him justice.
She swallowed hard and moved to straddle his hips. He angled his cock upward solicitously. Her chest tight and heart racing, Steph paused just above him. It was the point of no return. Nothing would ever be the same between them once they had sex.
Could she handle that? Could she keep the distance she needed?
“Steph.”
Her gaze shot up to meet his.
“Remember your list?” Nick’s handsome face was flushed and his lips were slick with her cream, but despite the blatantly sexual look about him, his blue eyes shimmered with just as much compassion as lust. “It’s okay to take what you want,” he said softly. “Especially when it’s given to you.”
She took a deep breath. Suddenly, she registered the holiday music playing softly and the smell of pine from the small, undecorated tree in the corner. If she went home, she’d be alone right now. Or she could spend the night with Nicholas James.
She’d wanted this, wanted him. It was Christmas, damn it!
Slick with desire, she sank onto him slowly, taking the only thing she’d asked for this year. The only thing she’d asked for in many years. To be touched and held. To be wanted.
“Oh yeah,” he groaned, his hands stroking along her thighs, his back arching. “God, you feel good.”
Steph bit her lower lip as the languorous glide continued. His cock filled her too full. The heat and hardness of it stole her breath. The wonderful length and width… As her buttocks hit his muscular thighs and the head of his cock struck deep, the sound that was torn from her was raw and needy.