“This is nice,” she whispered. I shifted a lock of her hair behind her ear.
“It is. I’m good like this, snuggling, if that’s all you need,” I offered, trying to be respectful, even though every cell in my body screamed to have myself a merry little Christmas inside of her.
“That’s kind of the problem. Words from your mouth are directly contradicting what’s going on down there.” She pushedup, braced her hands on my chest, and repositioned on me. I swallowed a groan. Her pink mouth, cheeks flushed, eyes dark and sharp, sent my cock twitching to its own beat of music.
“This could be a terrible idea,” she whispered.
“You’re the one who brought up having a fling. It could be the best idea ever.”
“What happens when the staff returns and everything goes back to normal though?”
I lifted a shoulder. “We remember we’re adults who made a choice to keep each other company stranded here in the storm. In a few days, if you want to pretend it never happened, I’ll pretend right along with you. If you want to acknowledge it, I’ll follow your lead. And if you want more…”
Her throat worked, and she arched a brow. “More? That assumes I have a good time tonight.”
I didn’t shy away from the challenge. “Only one way to prove you would, Frosty.”
She hesitated again. “Well, it has been a while since I did something just because it was fun.”
“Christmas is a good time to start.”
She bit her bottom lip and stared at my lips again for one heartbeat. Two. Three. I waited for her to make the move, to be sure this was what she wanted. When she finally leaned in, the slide of her lips over mine was just the warm-up. I pressed closer—tilting my head, tasting a little more of her sweet mouth, my hand cupping the back of her neck.
She made a tiny sound in her throat that fried every one of my remaining brain cells.
“Holden,” she whimpered against my mouth.
“Yeah?” I murmured.
“Stop being careful. I’m in. I want this.”
“Finally,” I breathed. The kiss went from sweet to hungry in seconds. She moved against me, rolling her hips, making me painfully harder, my balls swelling by the second.
The cot creaked. We ignored it.
Her mouth opened, her tongue met mine, and that locked away part of me that had been dreaming of her since Ibiza lit up on fire. This wasn’t fantasy anymore, but the real Lilah, in my arms, kissing me like she, too, had wanted this for so long.
I dragged my lips from her mouth to her jaw, and down the delicate line of her throat. Her pulse fluttered against my tongue. My hand rested lightly at the base of her neck, thumb just under her chin—a gentle bracket, nothing rough. Possessive enough that she sucked in a breath.
“Is this okay?” I asked to be sure.
“Yes, more.” Her words came out like a plea.
“Anything you want, Frosty.” My brain shorted when she tore off her sweater, tossing it aside, leaving only the view of her braless, pink-nippled breasts.
“You always cook without a bra on? Not complaining, by the way.” My eyes flicked right and left, trying to choose which to please first. If I’d known this view was under her coat all day, I’d have worked harder to get us here faster.
She chuckled. “The wire was bugging me mid-afternoon. Then I thought, take it off, since no one is around.”
“I was around. Are you saying I’m no?—”
“Shh. Can’t you just be happy and thank me that there’s one less piece of clothing to remove?” She smirked.
“Thank you so fucking much.” I inhaled one beautiful tit and licked and sucked and teased the nipple until she squirmed and whimpered. On the other, I repeated. Her breaths came faster, little stuttered sounds that went straight to my head as I sucked her nipples to perfect peaks.
My hands skimmed down her sides, over the curves of her ass, feeling every line of her body through her leggings. Her fingers dug into my shoulders as she rocked her core against me, searching for friction—until the cot let out a protesting screech that sounded like a dying bird.
We froze in place. I released her nipple with a pop.
