“What?”
“Yup, it’s like you wanted me to ravish you under the lights of our tree,” he said.
“Perhaps I do.” She loved this fun, lighthearted moment between them, and knew that she was falling in love with him. That there was a chance he was the man she’d always wanted to share her life with.
Before she could think about that anymore, he turned her toward him, bent down and pressed his lips to hers. His mouth on hers was firm and he took his time kissing her, rubbing his lips back and forth over hers lightly until her mouth parted and she felt the warmth of his exhalation in her mouth. He tasted so...delicious, she thought. She wanted more and invited him closer.
She thrust her tongue into his mouth and rubbed it over his teeth, and then his tongue. He bit down gently on her tongue and sucked on it. She shivered and went up on her tiptoes to get closer to him.
His taste was as addicting as hot cocoa and she wanted more him. Not just at the holidays, but always. She was just going to have to trust him and herself.
Paisley put her hands on his shoulders and then higher, rubbing her hands over his skull. His natural hair color stood out, and as much as this was familiar, there was something still new about being with Sean.
For a moment she let the thought of her secret into her mind...but he tasted so good that she didn’t want to think. She just wanted to enjoy this.
He lifted the hem of her sweater up and over her head. She stood there in front of him in her festive red bra, shivering a little because there was a slight chill in the air. But then his hands warmed her as they moved over her shoulders, his fingers tracing a delicate pattern over the globes of her breasts. He moved them back and forth over the tops until the very tips of his fingers dipped beneath the cup of her bra, brushing over the edge of her nipple.
Sensual tremors coursed through her body as his fingers continued to move slowly over her. Then he caressed her arms, taking her wrists in his hands and stepping back.
She was proud of her body and wondered at the changes that pregnancy was bringing to it. His gaze started at the top of her head and moved down her neck and chest to her nipped-in waist. He planted his hands on her hips and drew her to him, lifting her. “Wrap your legs around me.”
She complied. “I do like it when you hold me this way,” she said as he lifted her off her feet.
He kneeled down and laid her back on the pillows under the tree. The scent of the pine fragrance sticks she’d put in the tree surrounded them as he sat back and took off his own shirt. He leaned forward, his mouth latched on her breasts, his hands on her butt, and he suckled her gently, nibbling at her nipples with his mouth as he massaged her backside. When he took her nipple into his mouth, she felt everything inside of her tighten and her center grow moist.
His mouth... She couldn’t even think. She could onlyfeelthe shimmering sensations washing over her as he continued to feast on her breasts.
One of his heavy thighs parted her legs and nudged them apart, and then he was between them. She felt the ridge of his cock rubbing against her pleasure center and she shifted against him to increase the stimulation.
She wanted to touch him, had to hold him to her as his mouth moved from her breast down her sternum and to her belly button. He looked up at her and for a moment, when their gazes met, there was something in his eyes she couldn’t read. But she felt like their relationship was changing and getting deeper.
Sean lowered his head and nibbled at the skin of her belly, his tongue tracing the indentation of her belly button and it felt like each time he dipped his tongue into her that her clit tingled. She shifted her hips to rub against him and he answered her with a thrust of his own hips.
His mouth moved lower on her, his hands drifting to the waistband of her jeans and undoing the button and then slowly lowering the zipper. She felt the warmth of his breath on her lower belly and then the edge of his tongue as he traced the skin revealed by the opening.
The feel of his five-o’clock shadow against her was soft and smooth. She moaned a little, afraid to say his name and wake from this dream, where he was hers. She knew she had so much more to learn about Sean but his raw sexuality felt familiar.
“Lift your hips,” he commanded.
She planted her feet on the bed and lifted them up, then felt him draw her jeans over her hips and down her thighs. She was left wearing the tiny matching red panties she’d put on this morning.
He palmed her through the panties and she squirmed on the pillows, letting her head fall back. “I need more of you, Sean.”
“How much more?”
“Everything. Give me all of you.”
He gave it to her. His hand caressed her mound and then, with his mouth, he pulled down her underwear with his teeth. His hands kept moving over her stomach and thighs until she was completely naked and bare underneath him. Then he leaned back on his knees and just stared down at her.
“I was afraid you’d never let me do this again,” he said.
His voice was low and husky and made her blood flow heavier in her veins. Everything about this man seemed to make her hotter and hornier than she’d ever been before.
“Me too,” she said in a raspy voice. “It’s never been like this with anyone else.”
“Good. I want everything between us to be better.”
He spoke against her skin so that she felt his words reverberate all the way through her body. He lowered his head again and rubbed his chin over her mound. Just a back-and-forth motion that made her clit feel engorged.