Heat rushes up my neck, but I meet his stare. “Don’t act like you’re not enjoying the view.”
Something dark flickers in his eyes, a mix of want and restraint. He doesn’t move, just studies me as I continue to suck the candy cane like it’s the best thing I’ve ever tasted.
I quickly tug on the sash holding the robe closed, letting it fall open. His breath stutters. His eyes drag slowly down my body. “Christ, Tessa…” The words grind out like they’ve been torn from him.
“Merry Christmas.” I smile, small but wicked, because I know I’ve got him.
Clay crosses the space between us, his hands finding my hips as he pulls me closer. My hand lands on his chest, feeling his heartbeat hammering under my palm. For a second, I swear he forgets to breathe.
I push him gently until the back of his legs hit the bed, and he sinks down, eyes never leaving mine. My knees brush his thighs as I climb onto his lap, straddling him.
His hands slip beneath the silk robe, gripping my hips like he’s desperate to touch every inch of me. His chest rises hard, every breath uneven, muscles straining like he’s fighting himself.
I trail the candy cane along my lips, grinding against him just enough to feel the shudder that runs through him.
“Fuck, Tess,” he mutters. He tips his head back, jaw tight, eyes squeezed shut like he’s fighting for control. “You’re gonna kill me. We gotta keep it down before someone hears.”
“I can’t help it,” I whisper, waiting until his gaze drops back to mine. I flick my tongue over the candy cane, bite my lip, andsmile. “Maybe I like the thought of your brother asleep in the next room. He has no idea what I plan to do to you.”
His brows lift, disbelief flickering before something darker takes over.
“Maybe I want to be caught,” I whisper, rolling my hips again.
Clay’s grip tightens, and in one quick move, he flips me onto my back. A devilish smile curves his mouth as he pins me beneath him, the tables turned. My chest seizes when he reaches up, grabs the string of lights hanging over the headboard, and tugs it loose. The clips pop free, scattering across the room, the bulbs still glowing faintly between us.
He takes the candy cane from my hand and sets it on the nightstand, careful not to let the sticky end touch the wood. His voice drops, rough and commanding.
“Hands above your head, Tessa.”
My breath stutters. When I don’t move, his smirk deepens.
“Don’t make me repeat myself,” he growls. “Because if I have to, my brother won’t need to guess what’s going on in here. He’ll hear every swat of your ass and every moan you make.”
The glint in his eyes tells me he knows he’s got me. As much as I want to keep pushing, I’m not ready for this to end. So I do what he says, slowly lifting my hands above my head.
Clay takes the string of lights and winds them around my wrists until I can’t move.
He smiles down at me, the kind of slow, dangerous smile that makes my pulse jump. His lips brush mine before he pushes the robe aside, his gaze dragging over me like he’s seeing me for the first time.
The lace dips low between my breasts. I know he can feel the way I’m trembling and hear the wild beat of my heart. He trails kisses along my chin and down my neck, each one slower than the last until I forget how to breathe.
He slides down my body, spreading my thighs open, and doesn’t hide the way his eyes rake over me. It’s as if he’s memorizing every inch.
With my legs pinned around his hips, Clay runs his finger along my aching center and groans. “You’re so fucking wet, you’re practically dripping.”
I lift my hips, desperate for him to give me more as a slow grin curves his mouth.
“Now all of this is for me.”
He glances at the nightstand, and I suck in a sharp breath when he reaches over and swipes the candy cane, brushing it over my lips.
“Open for me, baby,” he orders.
His nostrils flare as he watches me suck the tip into my mouth before he pulls away, moving back down until he’s positioned between my thighs.
My mouth drops open when he takes his turn, sucking the candy cane into his mouth as he moves the lace covering my pussy to the side and brushes his fingers through my wet folds. His large, calloused finger sends a shiver down my spine.
I gasp his name and moan when he replaces his finger with the candy cane, brushing the end through my folds until he positions it at my entrance.
