She hums, drawing her fingers across my bare chest. “God, I needed that.”
“Yeah, me, too.” I’m not ready to back away yet. A taste is not enough. I’m already craving more.
But I don’t want to overwhelm her either.
When her nose brushes mine, I take the invitation like the starving man I am, kissing her with the promise of more…if she wants it.
The separation is slow, her hand trailing down the front of me. “We should probably get back to work.”
I nod, resenting having responsibilities.
“Yeah, yeah, we should.” I shove on my shirt and usher her out the door.
12
DREW
I’m losing control of myself. What is wrong with me?
Making out with Adam in the office, touching Greyson? God, the way he touched me in return.
My insides are still gooey when we make it back to the Lodge.
And I’m reminded of just how much I’m around them both at work. Practically all day.
It has me pushing buttons out of self-preservation. Self-defense.
I can’t keep hiding in my office, but I can’t stay in there all day, especially now that I’m stuck trying to think of appropriate games and activities for Santa’s Village.
So, I venture out front where Gabe is manning the desk. His tie is loose around his collar, and a peek of tattooed skin is uncovered.
The contrast of his clean-cut professional look and the bad boy of his tattoo stops me in my tracks.
Gabe lifts a brow at me, and I propel myself forward to sit at the front desk with him. The three feet between us is drenched with more tension than when we sit inches apart.
When the energy starts to make me squirm, I stand and reach for one of the candy canes out for guests.
He shakes his head at me as I unwrap it, the hint of a knowing smile on his face.
Usually, I crunch my way through the candy, but this time I need it as a distraction.
It’s the only way to steer my brain away from my current task to let the ideas come to me.
So the sucking is slow, pursed lips and small movements.
I feel Gabe’s gaze but avoid meeting it, working my way down the candy cane.
Leaning into the sexual nature of it as I work my way down its length, I catch the way shifts in his seat when it pops out of my mouth.
A quick glance shows him sending me a pointed, heated look.
And I wonder…is the tension one sided? Am I just asking for more trouble?
I enjoy teasing him though.
This time, I maintain eye contact as I pull the candy cane back into my mouth, making the glide between my lips slow and seductive.
Gabe’s nostrils flare, and his hands clamp into fists as he stares back at me.
