Chapter 12
CHAPTER 12
NOELLE
“ I mean it, Elle. I’m so fucking sorry.”
I replied in the only way I could, I crashed my lips onto his, and it was all he needed to lose control. Roughly, he gripped my ass, lifting me to straddle his waist.
Our kiss was passionate.
Hungry.
Sending us into a frenzy.
I didn’t realize he was walking us into his bedroom until he laid me on the bed, spreading my legs to lay between them before he lowered himself onto my heated body.
This was crazy, but Nicholas and I were always impulsive. Going from one extreme to the next. This wasn’t unusual for us other than not being able to keep our hands off each other. The only opinions that mattered about our relationship was ours, and it seemed as if that hadn’t changed either.
I craved to give him what felt like it’d been his the entire time we were growing up. And who was I kidding? It wasn’t like I dated much in the past thirteen years, so maybe it had been his then too.
In this current place and time, it seemed as though this man, my ex-best friend, owned my heart.
My heart.
Body.
Soul?
He cradled my face, never once breaking our intense kiss. Something was different about him as he hovered above me. He kissed me deeply as his hands ran down my shoulders to hike up my sweater.
“Nicholas,” I rasped, trembling beneath him, and he was barely even touching me.
I had no idea what I was in for.
“Let me help you out of that ugly sweater.”
“Hey!” I chuckled. “It’s vintage!”
With a wicked grin, he vowed, “I know the next gift I’m giving you tonight.”
In the blink of a passionate eye, my clothes were gone, and I was left in nothing but my stockings and boots…
And Santa hat.
Once I was naked and completely exposed, he deliberately took his time taking in my body. My thighs clenched together when I felt his stare heading toward my core. I could feel my wetness pooling between my legs from his touch.
Fueling my need to feel him.
Anywhere and everywhere.
All at once.
He elicited a moan from my lips when I felt his hand slowly expose my clit.
“Can I take a picture of your pussy so I can show Santa what I want for Christmas?”
I smirked. “I thought you didn’t believe in him?”
“Your body makes me more excited than anything I’ve ever had under my tree.” Holding my thighs, he scooted his way down to the floor and dropped to his knees. “How about we forget the next couple of days of your bullshit Christmas itinerary, and you just give me a couple of days of you instead?”
Before I could reply, he buried his face between my legs, making my back jolt off the bed, which earned me a chuckle as he moved his head up and down, side to side, using his tongue to manipulate my pussy like it was made for him.
Don’t get me wrong, I’d had guys go down on me, but I always faked it. I just gave up hope that men knew what they were doing when visiting the area. That was kind of how it felt—they were passing through and didn’t want to commit to a location.
Now Nicholas…
He wasn’t simply committing to a location; he was becoming the fucking mayor in a matter of seconds. Maybe it was from still being overstimulated from his impromptu sex toy escapade where I’d never be able to look at a Santa hat the same.
It didn’t take long until I was panting.
And moaning.
And of course, begging as he continued with his oral assault.
He never stopped working me over with his lips and tongue when he started to slide his finger into my warm, wet heat.
“Oh God…” I moaned, curving my back into the mattress beneath me. Coming undone from his touch.
He devoured me with his tongue and fingers, making love to me with his mouth. Sucking harder and more demanding with each passing second, to the point I thought I was going to pass the hell out.
A loud, rumbling growl escaped from deep within his chest. He was losing control, which made me surrender to his power over me.
I came.
I came so hard I saw stars, and still, he didn’t let up, making me come over and over again.
Against his mouth.
His fingers.
His tongue.
I started to convulse, my body moving of its own accord, and he instantly locked his arm around my lower torso, keeping me in place.
My back arched off the bed, my hands white-knuckled the sheets, and my body shook with so much force that I thought I would never stop coming down his chin.
“Oh God … ahhh…” I profusely panted, my body turning on me.
Orgasm after orgasm.
They were coming quick and fast, one right after the other.
“Please… Nicholas … please…” I squirmed, begging him to stop, tugging hard at his red hair to the point I thought I was going to rip it out.
His beard between my legs wasn’t something I expected to enjoy as much as I was. He released my clit with an unrelenting groan, not wanting to stop but allowing me mercy. Thrusting his tongue into my heat, he licked, ate, and swallowed up all my juices, and I swear it was the hottest thing I’d ever seen or personally experienced.
He sat up with a pleased and satisfied expression on his face, grinning as he wiped his lips and chin with the back of his arm. Showing me precisely how much of a mess I made.
And in true Nicholas smart-ass Saint Clair fashion, he teased…
“Looks like Santa isn’t the only one coming to town…”