I need to get that Norse mythology out of my fantasies, I remind myself before succumbing to his kisses.
In the dark, I could be kissing anyone—Norse god, Greek god, Chinese god, or Transylvanian demon.
Why am I such a glutton for kissing?
When I open my eyes, I notice it’s pitch-black. Jordan has switched off the flashlights, so I might as well grope him in the dark.
That’s why he brought me here, right?
At least there are no ping-pong balls bouncing off my head.
I press myself against him and let my hands roam the hard planes of his chest, shoulders, and back. His hands brush down my sides and over my hips. Our tongues mingle and my breath grows hotter, panting as tingles and sparks mix with my throbbing pulse.
“Are we okay now?” he asks between nips and sucks on my swollen lips.
I nod and answer by squeezing his tight ass, and then, in one swoop, he lifts me and I wrap my legs around his waist.
His hands brush the sides of my breasts, and I emit a hungry moan.
“Is this your idea of a Merry Christmas?” I ask, even though it just occurred to me we could have stayed in the cabin and done all of this on a more comfortable surface.
Then again, it’s location, location, location, and oh my goodness, who else gets to brag about spending Christmas underground wrapped around a man of steel?
His breath is hot and heavy over me, and he’s hard all over, dry thrusting between my open legs. Too bad there isn’t a convenient mattress among the sharp, chiseled lava rocks inside this cave.
There’s no way for me to slake my sexual desire. No place to lie down and spread out. Nowhere I can comfortably rest my hands and knees—certainly not on rough rock.
I groan with frustration at realizing Jordan is an effing tease, bringing me to this dark, forbidden place without a chance to complete the act.
Fine. Then I’ll tease him too. I’m not going to describe exactly how. Even though I read hot and heavy romance audiobooks, complete with heavy breathing sound effects, in real life, I’m a PG-13 kind of girl.
Suffice it to say, his balls are going to be real blue tonight. If I’m going to be frustrated, then he’ll be doubly so, as I pretend to unzip his zipper and kiss my way down over his tight and bursting jeans.
