Her lips feel likehome.
She parts them, granting me access, and as our tongues brush, I moan into her mouth, pouring years’ worth of pent-up frustration into the sound. Her arms wind tighter around my neck as I tangle my fingers into her hair like she might leave at any moment.
She tastes like peppermint and something so inherentlyLenathat I shudder with pleasure.
“Fuck,” I whisper against her lips. “You taste so good. Youfeelso good.”
Her nails scrape against my scalp, dragging a hiss from my mouth, but the prickle of pain only strengthens the storm raging through my veins.
I grip her hair and pull her head back to the angle I want her. Where I can devour her best.
This kiss is pure need and desperation, and I’m drunk off it.
Nothing else in the world matters other than Lena and her whimpers and the need to capture all of them.
Grabbing the sides of my face, she pulls our mouths apart. Our panting breaths punctuate the silence as I drink her in.
Dark, heavy-lidded gaze. Wet, swollen lips. Wild, mussed curls.
Idid that to her, and the primal need to do it again sears through my veins.
My heart pounds against my ribs as I slide my hands along her waist and down to grab her warm, smooth thighs. I dig my fingers in and lift until her legs wrap around my waist.
“Hold on tight,” I command. With one arm banded across her lower back, I glide my fingers down her neck in a featherlight touch. “You’re so fucking beautiful like this, Lena.”
She whimpers, tilting her head to offer me the silky column of her throat. I dive forward, licking and kissing the sweet flesh, pulling it between my teeth and sucking on her pulse.
Her nails dig into my shoulders, and she uses her grip as leverage to writhe into my stomach with an adorable grunt. Desperately, I turn and press her back into the sliver of open wall between the fireplace and the Christmas tree. A little bell jingles from an ornament, but I quickly forget about it when Lena pushes her hot core against my stomach again.
“Gav, I need more,” she urges, tugging me toward her mouth.
“I know. Me too.” Pinning her against the wall with my hips, I pull back enough to watch my hands glide up the outsides of her smooth thighs. “These fucking shorts,” I groan, teasing the hem. “Were you torturing me with these on purpose?”
“Yes,” she sighs, tightening around my waist.
When I slide my fingers under the fabric to grab two handfuls of her curves, I groan at what I find. “For fuck’s sake. Nothing under them, either?”
Her whimpered “mm-mm” makes me want to smack her ass red for all the agony she’s made me endure. All the burning need every time I’m in her presence.
I lift a hand to slide my fingers over her neck as she whispers, “Please. Gavin.” I relish the way her throat shifts as she begs for me. The way her caramel eyes shine with need.
Fuck. I’m so gone for her. I could wreck every bit of the future I have planned to get lost with her forever.
My body and soulacheto make her mine. Claim her. Love her. Worship her. Tell her every day how perfect she is.
“You’re awfully sweet when you want something, little menace,” I whisper, sliding my thumb over her pulse.
She drags her teeth over her bottom lip. “You’re awfully bossy whenyouwant something.”
My smile is wicked as I lean closer. “That’s fucking right, baby.”
With a desperate whimper, she lunges, crashing her mouth to mine. Her foot bumps the Christmas tree with the movement, and needles rustle behind me.
“Careful,” I purr.
“Okay.” Her hands tangle in my hair as my tongue dives into her mouth, tasting as much of her as I can.
My control is rapidly dissolving, but I have no desire to hold on to it, either. This feels like everything I’ve ever dreamed of, jammed into one perfect moment that I never want to end.
