“Is that a normal sound?” she asked.
“Define normal for a cot,” I said.
Another shift. Another loud groan from the metal beneath us.
She snorted. “If this thing collapses?—”
One second we were horizontally supported. The next, the legs buckled and we dropped a foot with a loud crash, the frame folding in on itself.
“Ugh.” I hit the floor first, cushioning her. She landed sprawled over me, hair in my face, sheet tangled around our legs.
We both burst out laughing.
“Oh my God,” she gasped, breathless. “Are you okay?”
“Fine.” Could have a sore back to ice tomorrow. Worth it though, for a night with her and whatever this was going on between us.
She pushed up, searching my face. “You didn’t break anything, did you?”
“Only the cot. But it’s replaceable.”
Her brows knitted. “Seriously, Holden. Between the fall earlier on the tree and now this?—”
“Lilah. I’m fine, but thanks for caring.” To prove it, in one smooth motion, I stood with her in my arms. She yelped and grabbed my shoulders, legs automatically wrapping around my hips.
“See? Strong and able,” I said, a little smug and a whole helluva lot turned on. “Cots clearly cannot handle the two ofus, but the couch can—the very sturdy and expensive leather couch.”
I carried her over and laid her down gently. I hovered over her, bracing my weight on my forearms so I wouldn’t crush her. “Now. Where were we?”
Her hands slid into my hair. “You were about to try making this the best terrible idea ever.”
“Right,” I said softly. “Only there’s no trying. I will.”
I unwrapped her like a gift I’d waited years to receive.Merry Christmas to me. Happy birthday and Happy New Year’s too.I took my time, pulling her leggings down and off, kissing up each thigh. Her black lacy thong came next, my fingers skimming the straps down her legs. I inhaled her intoxicating and alluring feminine scent as I went.
My hands and mouth were everywhere, proving exactly how much I wanted her. When I slid lower, sucking the soft inside of her thighs, her fingers threaded through my hair, and guided me right where she wanted me.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, ridiculous jingles looped—it’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas for me and joy to the fucking world—but the rest of me was focused entirely on her, on every shiver, gasp, and whispered version of my name.
I didn’t rush to see her unravel. If this brief fling was all I had with her, then I’d give her something that rewrote what Christmas meant to her. Like a Christmas Story she could tell herself over and over for the next fifty years and smile every single fucking time thinking of me.
“Hold on to me, Frosty.” She wrapped her arms and legs and I shifted to my back again. “Now come here. Straddle my face. Let me make you feel so good.”
“Mm, Holden,” she purred, moving into position.
I held her up first, giving me a perfect view of her pretty pink pussy, and a manicured landing strip awaited, torn right from the scenes of my fantasies.
“Fuck. Smother me, now.” The second I planted her on my face, my tongue sought through her folds. Her clit waited for me, a wet, hard pearl for my taking. I ravished her, fighting for breath, never letting up. She whimpered for more, biting her lips, as if holding back.
“You forget we’re alone? No one can hear you, baby. Scream, shout, cry. If you cause an avalanche and we die here having sex, we’ll die in ecstasy at least.”
“Oh, God. Holden! Fuck!” The normally reserved icy chef morphed into a feral creature. The view of her fucking my face as she got into it, screaming and begging, bucking and whimpering, edged me closer to my own release before I even had a chance to be inside her.
“Coming for me, Frosty? Let me taste your sweetness,” I commanded while gasping for air. When she finally broke apart, gripping my head, back arching, a chorus ofAlleluiasplayed from the soft Christmas jazz in the background. Angels could have heard her screams from on high.
Tremors worked through her; she flattened against me. Our mouths reconnected, tongues twirled, as we shared the taste of her like a gourmet delicacy of our own making. Only she surprised me, not resting too long, moving down my body with kisses everywhere. She shifted my shorts down my thighs and off.
Positioned between my legs, her eyes widened at the sight of me. My cock showed off for her, twitching to a beat of Jingle Bells. She licked her lips. Her eyes locked with mine, commandeering my shaft in her hand and stroking me up and down. My two nuts roasted on fire in her other. With added sucks on my head, she brought me to the edge too fast.
