33. Kent
Chapter Thirty-Three
KENT
With the help of the entire family, we complete our snow pair with twin carrot noses, black button eyes, and twig arms. Dahlia dubs them Mr. & Mrs. Winteraire.
We leave the frosty couple outside in the cold with pebble smiles across their faces.
Hopefully it’s cold enough that they’ll stay alive through Christmas tomorrow.
After we all warm up with cocktails near the fireplace, we sit down to dinner and enjoy a family-style Chinese takeout meal. I scrape my plate clean and set down my chopsticks.
“I’m not sure about all of you, but I’m beat,” I say, leaning back in my chair. “I think I’ll head upstairs to bed.” I turn to Liz with a look that expresses I want her to come with me.
She offers a smile and I lean in and kiss her. Her lips have warmed from the wine and Sichuan spices. “I think I’ll join you.”
Just what I want for Christmas—another night with Liz
We wish everyone a good night and retire to our suite.
I set the mood with some Christmas music, more wine from my collection, and a toasty fire in the bedroom fireplace.
A miniature Douglas fir glows in the corner of our room.
I settle on the chair and take a sip as Liz grabs a blanket from the bed.
“I’m still a little chilly from playing in the snow,” she says.
I pat my thigh, inviting her to sit. She hesitates for a moment. I send her an encouraging nod, and she smiles, then curls onto my lap. I briskly rub her flannel-covered shoulder, and she shivers before taking a sip of her 2005 French Pinot Noir.
“You really are the wine guy, you know that?” she says.
“I told you,” I say in a playfully smug way and sip from my glass.
She snickers and leans her head on my shoulder. “It feels strange to say under the circumstances, but this has actually been a really nice holiday.”
I brush her long, soft hair off the side of her face. “I know what you mean. I haven’t felt much in the Christmas spirit these last couple of years, but this year’s been refreshing. Thanks to you.”
Liz doesn’t say anything, but even in the dim flickering firelight, I can see her blush. The girl likes me. I like her too. A lot more than I anticipated. So much so that I want her to stick around. For at least a little while longer.
“Have you thought about what I suggested earlier? About you staying in London a little longer?” I ask.
She gently smooths my hair back and gazes into my eyes. “Do you want me to stay?”
My heart begins to race, and my mouth goes dry.
I can’t believe I’m about to say this aloud.
“Yeah, I think I do. I like having you around. It’s been nice having a reason to come home at night.
” I’m not sure why I’m saying all of these things, but they’re true.
I like knowing Liz is at my apartment. Even if she’s not sleeping in my bed.
Liz stares at me for a moment, then caresses my stubbled cheeks with her thumb and leans in for a kiss. “Thank you for my surprise Christmas gift. I’ll never forget it.”
“And I’ll never forget that grin on your face when you pegged me with a snowball,” I say and she lets out a warm, cozy laugh.
“Speaking of Christmas surprises. I have one for you too.” Liz slowly rises from my lap, but I keep my hand glued to her hip.
“Is it a sexy surprise?” I ask. Please say yes.
“That depends. Have you been naughty or nice this year?”
I relax back in the chair, scooting my hips up as my body perks up. “Which one gets me the sexy surprise?”
“You already know the answer to that.” Her stare turns sultry.
I reach across my lap and touch myself over my jeans—an eager ache for her gets me hard. “Naughty it is.”
“Wait here.” Liz leaves me with a sexy smirk and sways her hips as she walks away.
She shuts herself in the bathroom, and I sip my wine, patiently waiting for her to reemerge.
With every moment she keeps me waiting, my anticipation grows like I’m a kid waiting for Father Christmas to come and bring my presents down the chimney.
Finally, the door creaks open, and I nearly jump out of my seat.
My sexy little Liz struts into the room.
My gaze begins at her black stilettos, then draws up her creamy, slender legs to the very lacy and very sexy red lingerie that leaves little to the imagination.
Her wrists are cuffed in what looks like delicate white fur.
My jaw drops, and my cock grows stiffer.
This is going to be a very happy Christmas indeed.
With a hand resting on her hip, she sweeps her hair over one shoulder and puckers her red lips. “Merry Christmas, Kent.”
“Oh, my Darling, Liz.” I rub the back of my neck, rolling my gaze over her figure in the firelight. I’m torn between staring at her in that thing and tearing it off her immediately.
She runs her finger across her lip, then down the center of her chest until it falls at her side. “Do you like your gift?”
I rise out of my chair and slip my hand around her waist. I jerk her body against mine so she can feel how much I like it.
Her hands settle on my chest and her lashes flutter as she looks up at me.
I’ve waited all day to have her again. And now, I think I’ve waited long enough.
My heart pounds in my chest for her. For this. Can she feel it too?
I lower my lips onto hers, caressing her cheek with my thumb. She moves her mouth across my jaw, peppering kisses down my neck. Then, she tugs on my earlobe with her teeth. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
I trace my finger slowly down her back and lay wet kisses along the tops of her bare shoulders.
Like a magnet to steel, my hands find her throbbing, wet core.
I swirl my finger around. At first hard, then soft and steady.
Just the way she likes it. She moans and grabs the back of my head, lacing her fingers through my hair.
“Kent . . . don’t stop,” she whispers. So I don’t. She pants, nearly breathless in my ear and I feel her satisfied bliss spill on my hand.
Fuck, I love making her come like this. I lick the edge of her ear, breathing on her neck. She shivers in my arms again. “It makes me crazy when you say my name like that. Say it again.”
“Kent.” Her wispy breath wraps around my name, giving me a rush.
Taking my time, I peel the lingerie off her shoulders and down her body.
Cupping her cheeks, I kiss her hard. Her mouth tastes like Pinot Noir, but her kiss is even more intoxicating.
She claws at my sweater, pulling it over my head, then tears into my jeans just enough to slip her hand inside and find my very full package.
I moan with pleasure as she strokes my cock.
I love this woman’s hands, but I need more. I push my pants and briefs down with our lips locked, tongues playing without abandon. “Wait.” I pull away and retrieve a condom from the nightstand where I planted them earlier for easy access.
“Allow me.” She plucks it from my hand and rips it open.
Holding the tip of the rubber in her mouth, she slinks down to her knees.
My stomach clenches with anticipation as I stare at the top of her pretty head.
Stroking my stiff rod, she begins suiting my soldier with her mouth, then takes me in all the way to the back of her throat.
My head rolls back with a low growl, letting my hand fall softly on her head, and feeling her silky hair beneath my palm.
She releases me and trails her sexy little lips up my stomach, over my chest, and eventually meets me in a hot kiss.
I take her in my arms and lower her onto the floor in front of the fireplace.
She puddles onto the rug, and the roaring fire adds to our smoldering heat.
Hovering over her with a hungry look, I say, “You are the sexiest woman on the planet, you know that?”
She smiles and kisses me for what seems like the hundredth time but it’s as exhilarating as the first. I tangle my fingers in her fiery hair, kissing her face, her neck, and her soft breasts.
Why does it feel so good to be naked with this woman?
Spreading open for me, she rolls her hips like she wants to feel me as much as I want to feel her.
She opens her eyes, catching me falling deeper and deeper into the moment. Holding her gaze, I slide inside her warmth and her body magically melts into mine.
She ties her legs around me, moaning as we move together. The heat builds between our bodies, moving in, moving out, and moving through us. Her wetness spills over me. I interlace my fingers with hers as sexy whimpers escape from her lips.
As we move together in a romantic rhythm, I sense a seismic shift.
There are no more barriers between us. Nothing to hide.
In this moment, it’s like she’s mine. Really mine.
I feel her body give, then tense, and back again.
Same as mine. I have no idea if anyone can hear our pleasure. And I don’t care. I love this woman.
I mean, I love being with this woman. I love, I love . . .
My cock grows harder and harder until I can’t take it anymore.
“Oh,” she moans. “Kent.” She digs her nails into my back as our hips rock together.
Then something bursts inside of me like the fireworks show on New Year’s Eve, and my orgasm floods my body. Oh, Liz. My Darling, Liz.
We lie naked on the rug for a while, wrapped up in one another and warmed by the fire.
Twinkly Christmas lights glisten on her skin.
My heart pounds in my chest, and I brush her soft back with my fingertips.
Her inhales and exhales tantalize my skin.
This is the moment I should feel completely relaxed.
Completely satisfied. Because I am. But all I can think about is that fleeting thought about love.
Do I love Liz? Is that what this is? My body tingling at her touch?
Getting high on her scent? Wanting to be near her every second and missing her when she’s not there?
Not wanting her to take off that ring because it means she’s mine, even if it’s only for a little while?
Have I just gotten caught up in the act? Is it because it’s Christmas?
As I lay with her in my arms, thinking a billion thoughts, she’s as quiet as a Christmas mouse. Then, she lifts her head and looks at me. “Hey.”
Damn, who knew chestnut eyes could be so beautiful. A smile tugs at the corner of my mouth. “Hey.”
She looks like she wants to say something. But she doesn’t. She just starts giggling.
“What’s so funny?” I ask.
“Nothing. I’m just . . . happy.”
I tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear and kiss her softly. “Me too.”
She taps the dimple on my chin, and I close my eyes for a moment, enjoying her touch. “So, have you thought about your New Year’s wish?”
I knit my brow. What is she talking about?
Then remember I shared that tradition with her that first night at my penthouse.
My New Year’s wish was always going to be that I am named the President of Bonnaire Capital.
But perhaps this year, I’ll make a second wish.
“Yeah, I think so. What about you? Are you going to make one?”
She lays her head back on my chest and lets out a satisfied sigh. “Yeah. I think I am.”