“I do, but right now, this is all I need.” Her breath hitched, but she kept going. “If you’d rather not, I’ll let it go, and we can move on.”
He gave her a wicked grin. “If I’d rather not? Rosie, I’ve been dreaming about this for weeks.” He took her hand and led her over to the flowered armchair that occupied one corner of her bedroom. As he sat down on it, he pulled her onto his lap, just like he had last Saturday. “Now, why don’t you tell Santa what youreallywant?”
She settled herself against him, her whole body ablaze with longing. Dressed only in her bra and panties, she felt vulnerable and sexy at the same time. Her nipples hardened into tight peaks, demanding his attention. “It’s not about the suit, remember?”
“Maybe not, but I’m going to take full advantage.” He lowered his voice to the sexy growl she loved. “Don’t make me ask again, Rosie Gonzalez. Tell Santa what you want.”
This time, she didn’t hesitate. “I want you to kiss me. Then I want you to take me to bed.”
“That’s a lot to ask from Santa. What are you offering in return?”
“Anything you want.” She kept her voice soft and sultry. “After all, I’m your very best helper elf, here to serve you.”
When he leaned down to kiss her, there was nothing tentative about it. His mouth plundered hers with a rough, demanding kiss that shook her to her very core. If she’d had any doubts that he wanted her, they were gone now. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pulled him closer and kissed him back with equal ferocity. She nipped at his lip, tasting peppermint on his tongue, barely stopping to breathe. His hard length pressed into her, and she rubbed against him until he groaned loudly.
She wanted all of him. Every inch. Every sensation. Everything. She wanted him deep inside her, pounding into her until she cried out with pleasure. Now that she’d unleashed this part of herself, she didn’t want to hold back.
Feeling bolder, she undid her bra and tossed it aside. Her panties followed soon after. The fur trim of his Santa suit felt so sensual against her bare skin.
She looked up at him, no longer afraid to reveal her deepest desires. “Ever since you showed up at my meeting dressed like Santa, I’ve been envisioning this scenario. Me, sitting on your lap, wearing absolutely nothing.”
With a chuckle, he ran his hand along her bare arm. “Good thing I had no idea, or I would have had a hard-on every time I wore this suit.”
The lust in his eyes was intoxicating. If she parted her legs for him, she had no doubt he’d willingly touch her until she came apart in his arms and shattered into a million pieces. But first, she wanted to drive him over the edge. She eased off his lap and knelt at his feet, then tugged on his pants. “Why don’t you take these off, and then I can show you what a good little elf I am?”
Was it weird to be referring to herself this way? Maybe, but she was caught up in the thrill of role-playing.
“Rosie, you don’t have to,” he said.
“Oh, but I want to. Very much.”
She tugged on his pants until he pulled them down around his ankles. His boxers followed. She inched closer, inhaling his scent before stroking him gently and teasing him with her tongue. His hands twisted her hair with just enough friction to send tingles of desire racing through her. After tormenting him a little longer, she took him into her mouth, enjoying the way he gasped in response. She could hardly believe she was bringing one of her favorite dreams to life.
* * *
Drew had diedand gone to heaven. How else to explain his good fortune?
For all the fantasies he’d had about Rosie, he’d never imagined getting to experience this one. The object of his dreams, kneeling naked at his feet, going down on him while he was still dressed like Santa. He released a guttural groan as she took him deeper. Tangling her thick, silken hair between his fingers, he tugged harder until she responded with a noise that was a cross between a moan and a whimper. Fuck, that was hot. Even hotter was the sensation of watching her beneath him, her eager mouth bringing him almost to the brink of ecstasy. He couldn’t wait to bury his head between her legs and return the favor.
Just as he was close to exploding, he let go of her hair. “Rosie, stop. Please.”
She released him and looked up at him with those big, dark eyes. “You can keep going. I don’t mind.”
A tempting offer, but he wantedallof her. “Let me finish inside of you. Please. That way, I can feel your body next to mine.”
She gave him a cheeky grin. “How can I possibly say no to that?”
As she stood to face him, she wobbled slightly, then grabbed the arm of the chair. With her dark hair falling loose around her face, her flushed cheeks, and her gorgeous curves completely exposed, she’d never looked more radiant.
She regarded him with a shy smile. “You’re staring.”
“I can’t help it. You’re so beautiful.” A rush of emotion coursed through him. This wasn’t just a casual hookup. With Rosie, itmeantsomething.
“Thanks. But now it’s your turn, Santa. Time to ditch the rest of your garb.”
“I’d love to.” His pants and boxers were at his feet, so he kicked them off and stood to face her. “Want to help me with the coat?”
She undid the buttons and slid it off his shoulders before pulling his undershirt over his head. Once they were both naked, he took her in his arms. Before they went any further, he needed to make sure this was what she truly wanted.
