So many questions, and I was too timid to ask any of them.
Chapter 11
Levi
Her lips parted, looking absolutely kissable. But whatever questions were on the tip of her tongue never made it out of her mouth.
I could tell Robin was feeling shy.
Honestly, I wouldn’t have approached it this way if she hadn’t.
I would have led her to my bedroom and held her all night long. Then made sweet love to her on Christmas morning while snow carpeted the forest outside my cabin, and the quiet hush of winter surrounded us.
But this was good, too. There was something about her inexperience that was revving my engines. Andshewas the one who’d said she wanted Santa to give her a special gift.
So I settled back against the couch and patted my lap again. “Come on, girl. Santa won’t bite unless you want him to.”
Robin looked up at me with wide eyes, all of her feelings written clearly on her face. “Right here?”
“Yeah.”
Timidly, she slid over and sat on my lap.
“I don’t know how to do this.”
It seemed to me that she was doingeverythingright.
“You’re fine, Robin,” I rumbled as my arms settled around her, one hand landing at the top of her candy cane stocking. My thumb brushed the bare skin of her thigh, and she gasped, then laughed.
She licked her lips nervously. “I’ve never been a good flirt. I’m not sexy.”
“I beg to differ. You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever met.”
My thumb drifted along her thigh, skimming the hem of her flippy velvet skirt, and she gasped again.
“Was that too much?”
“No. I’m just… not used to feeling a man’s touch. That’s all.”
I didn’t know how a woman could make it through her twenties with her virginity intact. Hell, before the day my life changed, I’d been a regular fuck machine. It had been one of my favorite pleasures in life. Even higher on my list of life’s many wonders than going mudding with the guys.
I’d thought I’d put those pleasures aside. Instead, I was the lucky fuck who got to teach them to Robin.
My cock, which had already been raging hard since the moment she sat on my lap, strained against my Santa costume.
I ripped the fake beard off, then inched my thumb higher along her thigh.
Her gasp was tinier this time, so I let my hand wander.
As slow as molasses but always higher. Higher. Higher.
Until I hit something warm and wet and Robin trembled in my arms.
My God, she wants this as bad as I do.
I caressed her pussy with soft, slow strokes. Just warming her up to the idea of being so intimate with her.
“Have you been a good girl this year, Robin?”
