“I didn’t mean to wake you.” I brush my lips along the curve of her neck. “Go back to sleep.”
She reaches behind her, gripping the back of my head and pulls me closer in a way that tells me we’re not going to bed anytime soon.
Her breath turns shallow as I caress circles around her right nipple, much slower than earlier in the snow. I knead her breast, gentle at first, but the pulsing in my clit makes it not last. My hand glides down the center of her body, enroute to the place I desire most.
“I need you to come for me,” I breathe, caught off by the desperation in my voice.
She pulls me even closer, my rock hard nipples pressed firmly against her hot skin. I guide my hand underneath her thigh and hike her leg up.
I stroke my flat hand over her pussy, coating my palm. A sharp hiss falls from both our mouths at how wet she is. I tease her, gliding a single finger up and down her skin between her pussy lips and her thighs.
Wetness builds between my legs when she twists slightly and fuses our lips together.
I break the kiss and peer into her hungry eyes, carefully gliding a finger inside, never breaking eye contact. She moans my name, and I add another finger, quickly losing my resolve when her hips rock forward. When she whimpers, I don’t hold back. I thrust deep, powerful yet controlled strokes, then double my speed. She’s already trembling against me, and her moans are turning me on more than I thought possible.
Our mouths lock again, and I get lost in the urgency of her tongue dancing with mine. The delightful sounds coming from her lips prompt my hand to move even faster, curling against her walls, while my other pinches her nipple, rolling the pebble between my fingers. She pants my name, hips bucking harder, her muscles constricting around my fingers. Her body tenses, and she cries out against my lips as a climax washes over her.
Once her breath slows, she lets out a giggle and kisses me again.
Enamored, I pressed my lips to her shoulder, tasting the slight saltiness of her skin.
I retract my fingers and trail them up the length of her body, bringing them to the edge of her lips. She opens for me and sucks her wetness off my fingers, moaning at how good she tastes, making my pussy throb.
“I missed you.” She twists in my arms until we’re facing each other.
I kiss her again, able to taste my handiwork on her lips. “Same.”
“You’re not the only one who gets to have late night snacks around here.”
Before I respond, she had already nestled between my legs, pinning them down with complete control. My hands tangle in her hair, gripping her scalp tighter as she teases me with the tip of her tongue. I’m so wet and ready for Charlotte to be inside me, the last thing I want right now is to be teased.
“Fuck.” A breathy moan falls from my lips when she wraps her mouth around my clit, and licks and laps feverishly at the bud. She presses two fingers at the edge of my entrance, teasing me until I tighten my grip on her scalp.
I feel her smiling against me at my neediness. My eyes roll back at the bliss of her tongue and fingers workingsimultaneously, fucking me the way I want. My muscles constrict as a climax brews in the pit of my stomach.
She increased her speed, her fingers thrust into me while she flicks my clit with rapid speed. Her tongue feels so good, I know I last much longer. With each stroke, small waves build into big ones. My back arches and with one final thrust, I launch over the edge, crying out Charlotte’s name in the night.
My grip on her hair loosens, and she eases her fingers from between my trembling legs. She finishes by flattening her tongue, slowly tastes me, coating her tongue, and plants a kiss on my pussy.
“I can feel my heart health increasing already,” I tell her with a tired laugh.
She climbs back up and finds my lips. “Thank you for my snack.”
Back as the little spoon, she places a gentle kiss on my open palm and snuggles into me. A satisfied sigh escapes her lips and I realize this is exactly where I’m meant to be.
CHAPTER 12
CHARLOTTE
“What’s this?”Kez’s face lights up with a smile when she enters the kitchen, Ember trotting beside her from their afternoon training session. Thankfully, for my panties’ sake, Kez is wearing jeans and a green sweater, not her uniform.
I glance up from the kitchen island and pull my hands from the pile of cookie dough I’m kneading. “Sugar cookies. There’s some finger foods as well. I thought we could use some holiday cheer. All we’re missing is wine for later.”
“That’s an easy fix. I’ll handle that.” She studies the three bowls of green, red and white icing next to a pile of cookie cutters, then she scans the holiday cheese board sitting on the marble countertop. “This looks incredible. And you made the cookies from scratch? Who is this Charlotte Harrington?”
“I’ve learned a thing or two over the years,Officer.” I wink at her wide eyed expression. The old version of me that Kez knew would avoid cooking altogether. I was so bad, I burned water. That changed when Rory dragged me to cooking classes in every new city because she didn’t want to attend them alone. Would Kez enjoy me making her a nice dinner one day?
She approaches, a mischievous grin slowly spreading across her face. “Care to show me exactly what you’ve learned?”
