Uriel’s plan worked. He settled between Joe’s thighs like he belonged there. “You good?”
“G-good?” Joe said. “Good does not describe how excellent I’m feeling. I need a better word. Gimme one.”
“Superb. Outstanding. Magnificent.” With each word, Uriel moved his body, sliding over Joe in a way that brought a dirty librarian to mind. What? He’d met a lot of librarians over the years because he read so much. Librariansknew things.
“That was three,” Joe gasped. “You’re a walking thesaurus.”
“I’m not walking, Joe.”
Joe groaned again. “Nope. Pretty sure that’s thrusting, and oh holy night, Uriel. This was not what I expected when I ran here in the snow. I thought maybe some soup. Hot cocoa.”
“I can,” Uriel rolled his hips against Joe’s again, “arrange that.”
Joe managed to untangle one of his hands. He grabbed Uriel’s neck and tugged him closer. “I will…do something…horrible…oh sweet sugar cookie, do that again.”
Uriel chuckled. It sent a tremble through Joe’s entire body. How had he not known sooner?
“Neither one of us was looking,” Uriel replied.
He tucked his face into Joe’s neck and began nipping his way up Joe’s throat.
“I looked,” Joe protested as he arched his head a bit further to give Uriel more access. He took the opportunity to slide his hand from Uriel’s neck down his back.
And yep, the man hauled books for a living. Joe had known some muscles were hiding under all that tweed and cable knit. He also liked good food, which made him even hotter in Joe’s book.
“And did you like what you saw?” Uriel asked.
Joe pushed his hips up instead of answering.
Uriel sucked in a breath and shuddered.
“Yeah, Uriel. I like what I see. And what I hear. And smell. And I really liked what I tasted. How about you gimme some more of that sugar?”
Uriel chuckled into Joe’s neck. He raised his head and stared into Joe’s eyes before giving in to Joe’s demand. Joe only thought the first kiss was the hottest he’d ever had.
This one topped it with all the toppings, plus whipped cream, sprinkles,anda cherry. When Uriel lifted his head again, Joe could barely breathe. And his face itched.
“Beard conditioner,” he grumbled as he ran his hands over every inch of Uriel he could reach.
And hey, he’d somehow managed to get his other hand untangled. He didn’t remember doing that. Of course, the kiss had run his rational mind through a blender stronger than the ones at the Snowda Shoppe. One giant Snowda Cone brain…order up!
“What are you thinking now?” Uriel asked.
“About how that kiss put my brain cells through a blender, and I’m wondering what flavor I should call it. Oh, how about Sugar and Spice, and Uriel is nice?”
“Veto.”
Joe huffed. “You’re no fun.”
“Considering I have you on your back in the middle of my living room floor with kiss swollen lips and a Snowda Cone for a brain, I would say I’m plenty of fun.”
“Oh, what about Blitzed by Uriel? No, that’s too obvious. I’ll shorten it to The Blitzen. Yeah, that’s so happening.”
Uriel ran his fingers through Joe’s hair, and his brain blender turned to the pulse speed. Okay, that one needed work, but honestly, he could feel his pulse from his lips to his toes. It made sense when he thought it, but now…wait, what was he thinking again?
“I’m not sure whether to continue the scene in the book, or—”
“Scene in the book. I vote scene in the book.”
