Chapter 17
Chapter
Seventeen
S he swallowed hard, both hands wrapped around her mug tightly. “Theo?—”
“Follow directions, and I’ll be very proud of you, City Girl,” he said gruffly.
God, she felt good. She was slick and wet and hot. He wanted to bury his fingers deep. And his tongue. And his cock.
And when he praised her, her hips moved as if trying to get closer to his hand.
She cleared her throat. "Well, if I can't react to anything that’s happening, you can't either," she said as his finger moved up and down over her clit.
She was doing well keeping her face impassive, but Theo noticed the pink flush to her cheeks.
"What does that mean?" he asked.
"Well, we have to talk. We can’t just sit here staring at each other, not saying anything."
"Okay." He slipped his finger inside her wet heat up to his first knuckle. "Talk."
"When we get upstairs, if you think that cookie frosting is only going on me, you're sadly mistaken."
He moved his finger in and out, and she shifted on his lap.
"We might need more cookies." He slid his finger in a little deeper.
She wet her lips. "Yeah, I have a lot of surface area to cover on you."
He gave her a grin and rewarded her for that compliment by slipping a second finger in. But only to his second knuckle on both fingers.
She shifted one leg, spreading her thighs. He slid his fingers deeper. The cup in her hand wobbled. "This is fun," she said. "But I wish I could have your mouth on my nipples. They’re aching."
Okay, that got to him. He sucked in a little breath.
She laughed lightly. "Now who looks turned on?"
"As if you didn't know I was turned on." He pressed his hard cock against her ass cheek. "Of course, all you have to do is walk into a room and smile. Or not even smile. I feel like I'm always half-hard around you."
She leaned closer. "And my panties are always a little wet when you're around."
His fingers sunk deeper. "I know, City Girl. I know.”
Then she kissed him. And he supposed it didn’t surprise anyone sitting around them. But he couldn’t kiss her as deep and long and hard as he wanted to.
Still, as her tongue stroked over his lower lip, he pumped his fingers deep, in and out three times.
She pulled back. "You’re a good kisser."
"I love playing with you."
She looked directly into his eyes. "Me too. And not just because your fingers feel really good right now.”
He groaned quietly. He loved knowing that he made her feel good.
“You’re a lot of fun," she told him.
"Seeing you have fun, having fun with you, is as much a turn-on as having my fingers buried deep in this pretty pussy,” he said honestly.
She sucked in a little breath again, and Theo loved that they could have this playful flirtation while also being dirty as hell.
He didn’t think he'd ever had this before. With other women, he’d been wrapped up in romancing them, thinking too hard about how they were feeling and if he was giving them what they needed. Or working on keeping them at arm's length.
With Savannah, he felt like he didn’t have to do any of that. One, he felt like he knew what she was thinking. It seemed they’d gotten to the place where they could be open and honest. Two, he was not trying to impress her. He was just having fun with her. Enjoying the moment. And three, he was definitely not keeping her at arm's length. Even though he told himself he should , she'd wiggled her way past that a long time ago.
He was enjoying her.
He just needed to chill. She would be around. She loved Autre. She loved a lot of people in Autre. He knew she felt comfortable there. Even if she was off traveling, she would still come back to visit. And whenever she did, he'd be there. And they could have some fucking fun.
He moved his fingers in and out again, brushing his thumb over her clit. "So am I gonna make you come here? Or am I gonna edge you until you want to go upstairs?"
"Well, I already want to go upstairs."
He circled his thumb over her clit. She was so wet. And he very much wanted to get his mouth on her nipples too. But he loved making her hold it together while driving her crazy. He curled his fingers, rubbing over her G-spot. "But it's not very polite for us to just suddenly stand up and leave. We have to have a good reason."
She pulled the blanket up to her chin and leaned into his chest, acting like she was cuddling closer.
“Savann—” Then he felt what she was doing. She had her hand up under her shirt.
She was playing with her own nipples.
“Naughty girl,” he growled in her ear. But he did like what the nipple stimulation did to the sweet pussy wrapped around his fingers.
“Keep going,” she begged him. She was still holding her cocoa in one hand.
So was he, for that matter. And he had the sudden urge to laugh. He felt like a teenager, feeling his girlfriend up at a party, but fuck it was fun. And damn, he was hard as stone, and he wanted to feel her come around his fingers.
“Do you have a bra on?” he asked, moving underneath her so her ass pressed more fully against his aching cock.
“No.”
He felt her pussy tighten around his fingers and imagined she was tweaking her nipples harder.
Her head was against his shoulder, the delicious scent of her hair in his nose. “Squeeze that pretty nipple hard for me,” he ordered her, as he slid a third finger into her tight pussy, stretching her.
“Oh, God,” she breathed.
He felt the response. Her pussy grabbed him, and he pumped deep, making her take the full girth of his fingers, curling them against that magic spot.
“ This is the only treat I need for every holiday,” he whispered. “The taste of this perfect cunt on my tongue before I plunge my cock so deep you have no idea how to say anything but yes and Theo .”
She pressed her head back against his shoulder, her thighs tightened around his hand, and her pussy soaked his hand as she came.
Theo hoped no one was actually watching them at that moment, because if the little arch of her back and her eyes sliding shut didn’t clue them in to what had just happened, his big triumphant grin would have.
“That’s my girl,” he praised, keeping his fingers deep as she came down. “You’re so damned perfect.”
He couldn’t think of another woman he’d been with who would have let him get her off under a Christmas blanket surrounded by strangers.
God, this woman was fun. And sexy as hell. And sweet. And funny. And smart. And…everything he wanted. Absolutely everything.
"If you forget the cookies, you’re in huge trouble," were her first words to him after she took a big deep breath.
Theo frowned. "What do you?—"
"Seriously," she said, her voice louder. "I don't think I can."
His eyes widened. What the hell? “Are you?—”
"I’m sorry,” she said, her voice at a normal volume, unlike the quiet murmurings they’d been using. "But I just can’t anymore."
"What are you—" he started.
"Please," she begs.
Had she lost her mind? Had the orgasm on top of the schnapps on top of the long day made her completely forget where they were?
"Savannah, honey? What’s wrong?" Lucy asked coming toward them.
Theo slipped his hand out from her pants even though there was no way anyone could see what was going on under the blanket.
Savannah looked at Lucy. "I'm so sorry. I feel a migraine coming on. It's probably how tired I am from travel and then the tension of driving in the storm. But I feel bad. This is so lovely."
He narrowed his eyes. Well, he had said they needed a good reason to excuse themselves to their bedroom.
Lucy clicked her tongue and shook her head. "Don't be silly. Go upstairs. We’ll definitely see you tomorrow. Get some rest."
Savannah pivoted on his lap—making his hard-as-steel cock groan—putting Lucy behind her so she couldn’t see the way Savannah’s eyes were sparkling. "Come with me? You can rub my head."
He nodded solemnly. "Of course. I'm so sorry you're not feeling good."
"I know I’ll feel better in a little bit," Savannah said. The sly look in her eyes and tiny smile at odds with the whining in her voice.
He lifted his hand away from her just in time for her to flip the blanket back off of them.
And she was still holding her cocoa.
She got off of his lap, and he stood up behind her. He felt like he needed to put his hand on her lower back and escort her out of the room like a gentleman, but he also needed to grab the plate of cookies.
T he minute they were in the room, Savannah turned to Theo. He shut and locked the door, his hot gaze on her.
"Clothes off. On the bed." Those were his only words, delivered as a low command.
She watched as he crossed to the fireplace and turned it on. Low flames glowed in the stone inset.
He kicked his shoes off. Neither of them had shoes on, and it took no time to shimmy out of her leggings and whip her hoodie over her head.
She was not wearing a bra, but she was wearing the thong as requested.
Air hissed out between his teeth as he took in the sight of her in nothing but the little thong he’d bought her.
"Get on the bed,” Theo commanded.
Then she watched him pick up a Christmas cookie.
She loved playing with this guy. She loved a lot of things with him. He made her smile, he made her think, made her mad. But he also made her think about things like how nice it would be to have a home base where she had a guy keeping her warm at night, who made her laugh, who would flirt and cuddle and talk and argue with her. Along with a bunch of friends, and a family that maybe wasn’t technically hers but that felt like hers.
She loved Becca and her other friends, and she’d thought before that New Orleans could be a great home base between her travels, but she'd always put it in a mental box for the future.
Theo was making her want to move that plan and timeline up. She'd already had an inkling that this trip was going to change how she felt about her job, and now every hour with Theo made her more and more certain that she wanted something different.
But Theo thought they were just messing around. He knew she wanted to travel. Was some of his enthusiasm about being together because he knew she wouldn’t be sticking around?
Fair enough. She’d never said anything about being around more permanently.
But right now, she couldn’t worry about that. Because a big, hot, bearded game warden was stalking toward her with a Christmas cookie laden with frosting, and she knew he had some really nice ideas about what to do with that cookie.
"Love the thong," he said. "Such a good girl."
Her pussy clenched at his words. She’d had no idea what that kind of praise would do it for her.
"Now lose them," he said.
"You went to all that work, and you’ve only been looking at them for ten seconds?”
"They’re about touching yourself, and that is not going to be a problem for the rest of the night."
She smirked and slid them off, tossing them to the side.
His hot gaze traced over her body. "Spread your legs."
She shivered as she watched him swipe one big finger across the cookie, scooping up some frosting. He put it in his mouth, licking then sucking the digit clean.
She spread her thighs. He groaned in approval, then swiped more frosting off the cookie coming forward. He knelt at the side of the bed, reached one hand up, and pulled her to the edge of the mattress, then, without any preamble or warning, brushed the frosting-covered finger over her clit.
"I want it noted," he said, swirling the frosting over her clit. "I fingered you while drinking cocoa, there's a fireplace and a Christmas tree, and now I'm going to lick this pretty clit clean of cookie frosting. I checked all the boxes, all in one night."
"You truly are—" The rest of her words were cut off as his big, hot tongue licked from her entrance over her clit.
She gasped, then moaned. Her hand tangled in his hair.
He licked and sucked until there couldn’t possibly be a single speck of frosting left, and she was a writhing, hot, wet, sticky mess underneath him.
Then he reached for the plate again, picking up frosting from the second cookie since he'd mostly cleaned off the first. He frosted both of her nipples, then rose above her, bracing his hands on either side of her, staring down at her. "I love you like this. Sweet, sexy, fun, laughing, and hotter than fuck. For me ."
"I've never been this way with anyone else," she told him. For some reason.
It was true, but she didn't know why she felt the need to let him know that.
"I fucking love that," he said gruffly.
He lowered his head and cleaned both nipples, licking and sucking thoroughly.
Her entire body was on fire, and she was begging him by the time he finished.
"Please, Theo. Please. I need you."
He lifted his head and looked down at her for a moment. Something in his eyes made her think that he was feeling the same intense emotions she was. Yes, this was hot, and funny and sticky and silly, but at the same time, she felt something for him that went beyond sexy and hot.
She wanted him to fuck her hard and fast and hot. The way no one else ever had. But it felt like more than that. It was just the two of them, far from home, and she was feeling soft, sweet emotions. She knew exactly what it was. She was falling in love with him.
And in that moment, looking into his eyes, she had an inkling that he was feeling the same way.
And she wanted it.
He took a deep breath, almost as if all of that was occurring to him as well. Then he blinked. He pushed back from the bed, stepped back, and started stripping.
"On your knees, City Girl," he said. "You get two Christmas cookies. Let’s see if that's enough frosting."
His playful smirk was enough to shake her out of the uh-oh-he-doesn’t-want-to-fall-in-love thoughts. She wanted hot, fun , dirty sex. By a Christmas tree. And that’s exactly what Theo Taggart was going to give her. She needed to stop with all the other stuff.
She slid off the edge of the mattress and to her knees. His eyes flared with heat at her easy submission. She was surprised by how much she loved that too. He loved to give praise and he loved to boss her around and she loved both. They were a good match.
Her heart started to pound and her mind started to wander to all the other ways they were seemingly a good match too. We both love Autre. We both love a lot of the same people. Obviously, we enjoy traveling together. We challenge each other but we obviously respect each other.
But she made herself shut those down. This was not the time for sappy stuff.
She had a big, hot naked man in front of her. And Christmas cookies.
She reached for the plate, picked up a cookie, and did exactly as he had. She took the frosting off the cookie with two fingers and painted it along the hard length of his cock.
He hissed out a breath, and his hand went to the top of her head. He didn’t try to move her head, but his fingers curled into her hair.
"Have you been a good boy this year?" she asked, smiling up at him.
"Oh no. I've been very bad. In all the best ways."
She hummed her approval of his answer and leaned in, giving him a long lick. His fingers tightened against her head as he groaned.
"Well, I have to say, I've spent a lot of time with good guys, and I'm starting to appreciate the bad boys,” she told him.
He gave a little chuckle. She grinned. They both knew that Theo Taggart was very much a good guy. Deep down to his very bones. But they also both knew that he could be nice and bad in the bedroom in all the ways she liked best.
"Why don’t you be a good bad girl and suck my cock?"
A ripple of heat went through her and she moaned. Yeah, just like that. She leaned in and gave him another long lick before sucking the head of his cock into her mouth.
He groaned. "Yes, City Girl. That’s very, very good."
She sucked a little harder, then swirled her tongue over his tip. She let his hand on her head guide her. When his fingers tightened, she knew she was doing something particularly good, when he loosened his grip, she knew she needed to work a little harder.
It was only a few minutes later when he scooped her up under her arms and tossed her back on the bed.
"You make me crazy," he said huskily. "Need you."
She loved when he got to the point where he could only say a few words at a time.
She lay back and reached out a hand for him.
He climbed up on the mattress, between her thighs. "I think I need to tell you something."
"If it's that you don't have a condom, I will say that we had very different visions of how this trip together was going to go. But that I have extras in my bag."
He grinned and held up a foil packet that he'd dug out of somewhere at some point. "What I need to tell you before I do what I'm about to do, is that I want to keep doing this. With you. For a very long time. As often as possible."
She felt her heart flip in her chest. She wanted that too. So much. And she loved that he was putting this into words. "Is that a warning? Or a promise?" she teased.
He paused for a moment, then nodded. "Yes."
She grinned. "Well, all I can say is…good." This was so, so good.
He took a deep breath. Then said, "I don't want anyone else. And I don't want you to be with anyone else."
Oh, God. So, so good. She reached up and put a hand against his cheek. "I haven't been with anyone else in a really long time, Theo. And I haven't even thought about it, haven’t been able to think of anyone but you since we were together that night at your cabin."
He studied her for a moment, then turned his face and kissed the center of her palm. "And all I can say is…good."
She smiled, then reached for the condom, tore it open and rolled it down his length. Then she guided him to her center.
Without another word, he shifted, sliding home. They both groaned. She lifted her legs wrapping around his waist as he held still, seemingly just relishing the moment.
Finally, he started moving.
And it was perfect.
“Jesus, Savannah, you feel so fucking good. You’re so perfect. How is this so damned good with you?”
She loved all of his words. “Harder, Theo. More.”
He hitched one of her legs up higher, holding it there by hooking it over his elbow, and thrust deep.
“Oh my God! Yes!”
“Right there, City Girl? Is that where you need me? That the spot that’s going to make you come undone for me?”
“Yes. God, yes.”
She could never hit that spot on her own. No one else had ever hit that spot. Her entire body feel like it was coiling tightly, climbing toward the ultimate release.
But even as she felt that she’d been reduced to the nerve endings and hormones, she knew this was more than sex.
What Theo made her feel was amazing physically and she’d never felt it before, but it also had to do with who he was, how he talked to her, smiled at her, held her, even teased her.
She was definitely in love with him.
And she was going to want to do this with him forever.
“Well, then…” he said, breathing fast and thrusting hard. “Fucking come for me, honey. Squeeze me with that perfect pussy. Give me everything you’ve got, Savannah.”
And it was all of those words, the tight need in his voice, and the way he was looking at her as if she was the most amazing thing he’d ever seen that pushed her over the edge.
She came with a nearly sobbed, “Theo!”
And then he dropped his face to her neck and groaned out his climax with a, “Fucking hell, Savannah. Jesus Christ, baby.”
Theo took his time with her, kissing her, stroking his hands over her, keeping her close as they both caught their breaths and came back to earth. But finally they cleaned up, and crawled under the thick, soft comforter together. Theo held her tucked against him, with her back to his chest, his big hand over her stomach.
“I like your shirt,” he said against her neck.
She grinned. It was the one she’d stolen from him the morning she’d left his cabin. “I sleep in it every night.”
He gave a little growl and his arm tightened around her. “That’s almost better than naked.”
“Yeah?”
“Almost.” He kissed the back of her head.
She wiggled in tighter against him and watched the snow swirl outside the window, smiled happily at the Christmas tree lights, and wondered how Theo felt about Paris.
He’d probably like something more outdoorsy.
But hell, if this is how they could spend their nights, she didn’t care where they were.
And they fell asleep by the lights o the Christmas tree.