“Come where?” she teased softly.
“Come in my mouth, sweetheart. I want to lap you up.”
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 f**king 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 c**k made her mouth water. No wonder the man had that air about him that screamed I know how to f**k your brains out. The picture hadn’t done him justice.
She swallowed hard and moved to straddle his hips. He angled his c**k 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 c**k filled her too full. The heat and hardness of it stole her breath. The wonderful length and width… As her bu**ocks hit his muscular thighs and the head of his c**k struck deep, the sound that was torn from her was raw and needy.
“I’ve got you,” he soothed gruffly as she leaned over him, shaking. He stroked the length of her spine, murmuring, “Lift up a little… Shush, I’ll give it to you… Right there. Now don’t move.”
His hips lifted, stroking her cunt with a breathless thrust.
“Nick. Oh my God!” She buried her face in his neck, her pu**y spasming around him.
He lowered and lifted again, f**king upward into her greedy depths. “How’s that feel?” he panted.
“Like I’m losing my mind.” She lifted her head and looked at him. His chest rose and fell harshly against her br**sts, making her wish she’d taken the time to get naked so she could feel him skin to skin.
“Good. I’d hate to be the only one.” Holding her hips steady, he quickened his pace, surging upward in a relentless rhythm, withdrawing until only the thick head breeched her and then plunging balls deep with primal grunts.
Keening softly, she clutched his shoulders and braced herself for the slap of his hips against hers. He felt so good… He smelled delicious…
Nick spoke through gritted teeth, “Don’t wait for me.” He punctuated his order with a brutally hard thrust that caught her clit in just the right spot.
Her orgasm was stunning. She was paralyzed, unable to move, every cell in her body focused on the rippling of her cunt along his endless length of hard cock. He jerked beneath her then crushed her to his chest, growling in her ear as he came.
Holding him, she listened to the violent beating of his heart and the soft sounds of music, and she felt cared for.
For the first time in a long time it felt like Christmas.
Chapter Three
Nick held Stephanie close and tried to focus his eyesight on the cobweb that hung in the corner. It was almost impossible. His brain and body felt like mush, which was really saying something considering how energized he’d been while waiting for her to arrive. He’d been worried she might not show and if that happened, there would be no way he could track her down until the office was open again. He had no idea how to reach her outside of work.
Then she’d rang the bell and he’d run to the door, feeling like a kid on his first date.
And when she’d tackled him, he felt like a king.
He’d always known she would be like that, warm and open and sexy as hell. No shyness about her when it came to getting down and dirty. Just like when she argued a case, she gave one hundred percent to everything she did. Lucky for him, he got to be on the receiving end of that attention to detail.
And he wanted it to stay that way.
Steph wiggled just a tiny bit and it was enough to remind them both that his c**k was still buried inside her. His balls gave a last weary twitch and his eyes slid closed in contentment. It’d been a long time since he’d come that hard and even longer since he’d cared this deeply about the woman he did it with.
“Nick?”
“Hmm?” He nuzzled against her neck.
“You didn’t have anything on the stove, did you?”
Groaning, he said, “Nah, but the oven’s on for the breadsticks.”