My thumb finds his bottom lip and dips into his mouth as I pull it down. His green eyes go dark, pupils blowing wide.
I lean in to bump my nose against his. “So, what’s your next move, Mr. Claus?”
21
ADAM
Having Drew in my arms, legs wrapped around me…
Fuck, if I’m not more turned on than I’ve ever been before.
And I know she can feel how hard I am against her.
But the softness, the way she pauses to look at me—really see me—it has me reeling.
She’s been haunting me since day one.
Now that I have her, I can’t let her slip through my grasp.
Not when I’m finally making progress with her. Not when she’s finally opening up to me.
Her teasing smile as she calls me Mr. Claus…I would do a hell of a lot more than put on a Santa suit to keep her smiling at me like that.
Is it just because I saved Christmas for her? For the kids?
Or is it the something more I’ve been hoping for?
I stalk us over to the queen-sized bed in the middle of the room and press her ass into its edge with my hips.
Drew suppresses a moan, but it claws its way through me just the same.
“You going to help…” But her hands are already moving, unbuttoning the red, velvety coat.
When she reaches under it to touch me, I swear my pulse jumps like I just sprinted across town.
Her cheeks are pink as I let her peel the coat off my shoulders, down my arms. I toss it aside and let her have her fill of me.
She’s not shy about it.
My undershirt bunches in her grip, and she tries to yank it from where it’s tucked into my pants, needing to tug a little harder to get it free from where it’s caught between us.
The glimpse of aggression as she works it free has me spinning in place.
If there is any chance I can make this permanent, keep her as mine, I’m going to take it.
Because there’s no way I’m coming out of this unscathed.
I barely get my shirt over my head before her hands are on me—cool fingers skating down my chest, finding the tie at my waist like she’s been waiting all night for it.
I grab her wrists and bring her attention back to me.
“Don’t rush through this. I want to enjoy every step.” My voice is gravel. There’s no denying the need building inside me,amplifying like compound interest. The more I have of her, the more I have to have of her.
When I take her mouth again, I stamp down my own urgency.
I want to savor her, every taste, every new inch, every trembling breath and shaky limb.
But, fuck, the way she reacts to me…tugging me closer, grasping at my short hair, nails marring my skin, it’s hard to keep my slow pace.
