Chapter 18 #2
I’m the luckiest man in the world. The very fucking luckiest, a fact proven when Holly tangles her fingers in my hair as I leave a trail of deep, deliberate kisses down her neck, across her collar bone, down farther still until I cup one perfect breast in my hand.
I drag my thumb slowly over the peak again and again, until her back arches with a whimper. “God, Luke…”
“So beautiful,” I murmur as I replace my hand with my mouth.
I lick and suck, slow and sexy, just the way she said she wanted, until her breath comes faster. Until she whimpers and moans and wraps her legs around my hips, drawing me close to where she’s so hot, so wet, that my skin catches fire.
The building creaks, and the wind punches at old windows.
The storm rages, but inside we make our own weather…
Her palm slides down my chest, my belly, to take me in hand. I shut my eyes with a sharp inhalation, my cock twitching as she circles the head with her thumb.
“He’s perfect,” she says, groaning as I return the favor, exploring every silken inch of the paradise between her legs.
“You’re perfect,” I counter, jaw clenching as she strokes me harder.
“No, I’m serious, Luke,” she pants, rocking into my fingers as I pulse them in and out, deep and deliberate. “Perfect size, perfect shape. There’s just one problem.”
She cups my cheek, locking her gaze with mine.
“What’s that?” I ask, struck all over again by how stunning she is.
“He’s not inside me,” she whispers, sending an almost painful wave of need to drag between my legs. “I have birth control covered, and I’m safe for you.”
“And I’m safe for you,” I promise. “But are you sure? I can pull out before I—”
“Don’t you dare,” she says, her eyes dark. “I want to feel you lose control. I need to feel it. I need to know that I make you as crazy as you make me.”
I kiss her hard, deep, until our teeth rub together through our skin. “You destroy me,” I swear against her lips as her hips rock closer. “And heal me and destroy me all over again. And I’ve been dreaming about fucking you since the second you caught me stealing in that sexy little reindeer suit.”
“Yes,” she cries out, moaning her encouragement as I fit my cock to her entrance.
I pull back, bracing on my forearms, so I can watch her face as I sink inside her for the first time. I go slow, inch by inch, rocking deeper with shallow thrusts as I hold her gaze.
Because I refuse to miss a second of her.
Of the way her lips part and her lashes flutter. Of the way her nails dig into the small of my back as I glide deeper, until her sweet body grips every inch.
“Okay?” I ask, my heart melting in the warmth of the smile that spreads across her face.
“So much better than okay, love.” She pulls my mouth back down hers, still smiling against my lips as she murmurs, “So much better.”
I stroke into her, setting a lingering, soul-shaking rhythm. Every inch of leaving her is the sweetest torture; every second of coming in from the cold is exquisite.
There are no words.
There seriously aren’t…
No words on my lips, no thoughts in my head, just feeling, sensation, affection, fire rising higher as she grinds into me
Our breath comes faster as the need builds, swells, leaving us both trembling as we fight to make it last. I kiss her mouth, her cheek, the tip of her nose, her forehead, while her hands stroke and cling.
The fire pops. The storm roars. Her calf slides up to wrap fully around my waist; I slide a hand under her bottom, changing the angle and—there.
God, I can feel it, the second I find the spot where she needs me most.
She gasps as her rhythm grows faster, more urgent, until she’s bucking into me with soft whimpers that have me swelling thicker inside her. She grips my ass in one hand, dragging me closer, closer with every thrust.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” I murmur. “Take what you need. God, Holly. Can’t wait for you to come for me. Can’t wait to feel you come all over my cock.”
Her breath shudders out as her forehead presses to mine. Her fingers dig into the back of my neck as her lips part.
And then…
Fuck, then she lets out a sexy, gasp-groan followed by a high-pitched cry that drives me crazy. I ride her through the first sharp spasms, instantly deciding the sound of her coming for me is the sweetest sound on earth.
The very fucking sweetest…
Her release builds like a symphony reaching its crescendo, a series of waves that crest and break only to crest again, higher than before. Her body clenches around me, tight and fierce, every ripple made more devastatingly intimate by the fact that her gaze never wavers from mine.
She looks straight into my soul, showing me everything, giving me everything, until the beauty of it drags me under with her.
I bury myself deep and let go, cock jerking, bliss flooding my every cell as I give her every piece of my heart.
Always.
“Love you. So much,” I whisper as the aftershocks work through us both, leaving us panting and flushed.
And sticky, I eventually realize…
“The quilting club is going to sue us for committing an obscene act on a work of art,” I murmur, making her laugh.
I groan as she tightens around where I’m still tender, pushing me halfway out of her heat. But I’m not about to leave paradise that easily. I shift forward, burying my still semi-erect length deep again, loving the way she moans and arches closer in response.
“Luckily, these are washable works of art,” she says, wrapping her arms around me. “I’ll take them home tomorrow, wash and iron them, and have them back on their display racks before town hall opens after Christmas.”
“I’ll help,” I promise. “I’m actually pretty handy with an iron.”
“You are. Your shirts are always perfectly pressed.” Her eyes glitter up into mine as she adds, “No offense, but you’re kind of uptight looking, honestly. No one would ever guess how good at dirty talk you are.”
My brows slide up my forehead. “Really? You think I’m good at dirty talk?”
“I do,” she confirms, her face flushing. “I really liked the part when you said you couldn’t wait for me to come all over your cock.”
Jaw clenching, I nod. “I liked that part, too. And I really liked feeling this tight little pussy squeezing me in half.” I pull back, then glide in again, letting her feel what she does to me.
Her eyes widen. “Already?”
“Not quite,” I murmur. “But soon. And this time, I would love you on top if that’s all right with you. I want this sweet ass in my hands and your nipples in my mouth while you ride me.”
Her eyes go even wider, so wide that I can’t help but laugh.
“Too much dirty?” I ask.
She shakes her head fast. “No. I’m just surprised. But good surprised.” She sighs, her gaze softening again as she adds, “So good. I’m glad we’re in love.”
“Me, too,” I whisper, my voice rough and my heart so full I can barely breathe.
I’ve never felt anything like this.
Like her…
Us.
I pull in a breath to tell her—or at least try to tell her, though I’m still not sure I have the words—when something lands on my shoulder.
Something small, furry, but surprisingly heavy, that makes my entire body go rigid with shock as it scampers up into my hair…
A beat later, I launch myself backward, Holly screams, and the thing on my head—there is definitely a thing on my head, no doubt about it now—starts to chitter maniacally, its tiny claws digging into my scalp.
As crazy as it would have seemed to Luke from a few weeks ago, I recognize that chitter.
“Cheeks?” I shout, shoulders hunching closer to my ears as I go still.
A beat later, the chipmunk slides down my arm, jumps off my wrist, and scampers to stop on the quilts between us.
There, he pauses, glancing back and forth between a very naked Holly and a very naked me as he gives us a very intense, very animated lecture on the importance of safe sex.