Nathan’s fingers briefly brushed my bottom lip before the taste of chocolate hit my tongue. Silky smooth and creamy. I moaned, my senses overwhelmed by the decadent dessert and Nathan’s hands on me. I opened my eyes to find him watching me, rapt.
“When did you get this?”
The dessert—chocolate chess pie—was my favorite from a restaurant in Palmer City. They decked out the place in lights and decorations every Christmas, and our families had eaten there once a year to take in its ambiance and eat the incredible pie.
“Yesterday.” He let out a sigh when my hands eased under his sweater, exploring his taut skin. “I want this Christmas to be everything you want, Brenna.”
My hands skimmed his abdomen, all toned strength beneath my fingers. Nathan took a step forward, easing me backward to the edge of the counter.
“Why?”
He gripped my hips, his gaze dipping to my lips before rebounding to my eyes. “I need you to remember…”
“Remember what?”
“How good we are together.” Nathan leaned forward until his forehead rested on mine.
My hands settled on his face, guiding his lips to mine. I kissed him briefly, pulling back to whisper, “You don’t need to remind me. I know, Nathan.”
He surged forward, his lips taking mine, desperation undergirding each movement. He lifted me onto the counter. My legs hooked around his waist without my conscious thought, tugging him close, until I could feel the heat of his body pressing into my core.
I pulled back to find his pupils wide. “I want you now.” My breath blew out of me in short pants, but I forced out the rest of my words. “I’m tired of waiting.”
We bought condoms as soon as the streets cleared from the storm, but we hadn’t yet used them. Nathan said he wanted to make our first time special, to wait for the right moment. He promised the anticipation would make it hotter. We’d hardly been hands-off, so I got enough of Nathan to keep my craving at bay. But I wantedallof him. Now.
Nathan grinned, pointing behind him. “You don’t want the rest of your pie?”
“Later,” I whispered before wrapping my arms around his neck and recapturing his mouth. I put everything I had into the kiss. I wanted Nathan to feel my desire for him. Need for him. Love for him.
The pounding between my legs increased with every slide of our lips, every tangle of our tongues.
Closer, closer, closerchanted in my mind. I wouldn’t be satisfied until Nathan pushed inside of me.
I fumbled with his belt, the clanging metal driving me wild.
“Brenna,” Nathan hissed between kisses.
Neither of us wanted to separate, every movement between us happened with eyes closed, mouths occupied.
I yanked his shirt up to his shoulders, then unzipped his pants, my hand grazing his cock. I’d never get over the first feel of his hardness, his reaction to me. Nathan made incoherent sounds when my hand slid into his boxer briefs, a finger tracing him from base to head, teasing his sensitive skin.
I loved knowing how I affected him, how simple movements could make him lose his mind.
Nathan’s hands clawed at the band of my leggings, and he broke our kiss to focus on getting me naked.
I took him in my palm, moving slowly, up and down.
He swallowed hard. “Fuck.Can you… can you give me a minute to focus?”
My lips sucked on the sensitive skin where his neck met his shoulder.
“No. You’re far too hot like this.”
He growled. “I can’t wait to make you scream for me.”
I sucked in a breath, so turned-on by this new side of Nathan. Flustered. Foul-mouthed. Frenzied.
“Hips. Up. Now.”
