Winnie
“I mean”—I needed to clarify, because we’d already done so many kinds of sex—“Intercourse. Penetration. That.”
The words left my mouth along with all the air in my chest, because for an awful, certain second, I absolutely knew he was going to say no. He was going to say no because we were costars and we were actively shooting a movie together and Steph would literally shred us like cooked chicken if she found out. He was going to say no because it was very apparent after our theater date that whatever was happening between us was more than research. And also he was Mr.Bridesmaid and also I had no interest in rehashing my teenage mistakes when it came to romance and relationships.
And anyway, we’d agreed that this would end the minute we left Christmas Notch.
But Kallum didn’t say no. He didn’t say no at all.
In fact, he looked like a kid who’d just been told he was going to Disney World.
“You want to do that? With me? When? Right now?” He swiveled his head around the barely lit set, as if already scouting potential coital locations in Santa’s Workshop. And then he grabbed my hand and started pulling me impatiently to the table where elf extras had been pretending to assemble toy race cars.
A happy, fragile gratitude bloomed in my chest, right where the panic had been. He hadn’t said no! And I didn’t feel gross or tawdry! I was light as air as Kallum spun and tugged me into him, as warm as a sunbeam as he dropped his mouth to mine and gave me a hard, quick kiss. Overflowing like the proverbial cup when he lifted me and put me on the table and then stepped between my thighs.
Kallum kissed me again, this time like he was going off to war, with his lips moving hot and urgent over mine, and his tongue delving into my mouth. His hands were in my hair, tilting my head back so my mouth was more available for his plunder.
“Winnie,” he mumbled against my lips. “I’m ruining your makeup.”
Luckily, years of hiding unscheduled naps and sleep attacks had made me a very creative liar when it came to ruined makeup and mussed hair. “I’ll tell them I had an allergic reaction to my lunch and it made my lips itchy,” I mumbled back.
A grunt and a harder kiss told me that he approved of the little allergy fiction, and he dropped a hand to my breast, squeezing and molding until I could feel my nipple grow stiff against his palm. He stroked his tongue against mine, all slick and strong and seeking, until I was panting underneath his mouth and arching my chest against his touch.
I wanted more, andmorewas this giant, pulsing need beating in time to my thudding heart, and I wrapped my legs around his waist to lock him against me as I fisted my hands in his open Santa coat. His bare chest under the coat was warm to the touch, pelted in that light golden hair, and oh my God, why were hairy chests so sexy, why did I want to spend the rest of my life draped over his bare chest and purring?
Okay, maybe not the rest of my life, because I could feel the thick bar of his erection between my legs, and I wanted it in my hands, in my mouth. Inside me. I moved a hand down to tug at the waistband of his pants, and he let out a ragged groan.
“Wait,” he said, although he did sound pained as he said it. “Winnie, wait.”
“I locked the door behind me,” I muttered, still yanking at the shockingly well-tailored waistband of his Santa pants. That Luca person was not joking around when it came to costumes; these seams were Savile Row quality.
“No,” he said, pulling back enough to break our kiss but gently pressing his forehead to mine. I could feel his rough exhales against my wet lips. “I meant: Are you sure? Are you sure you want to?”
Did I want to?? Was water wet?? Was peppermint lube a bad idea???Yes, yes, I wanted to; I’d wanted to since those firstclumsy takes in the sleigh, when all I could think about was how awkward I must have looked and howunawkward and wonderful I felt whenever Kallum and I were together in private. I needed a fresh hit of that, a quick infusion of whatever sex magic Kallum carried inside himself, because as it was, I’d been about as yielding and sexy as a bag of broom handles during our takes today.
Okay, and maybe I wasn’t being entirely truthful with myself. I’d wanted this since our date two days ago, when Kallum had left me at my hotel door with a kiss that seared both my heart and my lips. I’d wanted this since I crawled into my bed after and felt the empty space next to me like an affront, a void. I’d wanted Kallum there with me, and I didn’t want it because I was supposed to want it or because I thought it would make him happy.
I just... wanted it. Free from any worry about what it meant for me, Winnie Baker. Free from any thoughts about whether it made me good or bad. No courting or discerning required.
Only both of us choosing it, together.
“I’m sure, Kallum,” I murmured. “I think I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life.”
He closed his eyes, a wounded noise coming from his chest. But he didn’t speak, and when he opened his eyes again, there was nothing but heat simmering in their depths. He dragged his mouth over mine once, slow and hot, and then I was being pushed backward onto the table, plastic wheels scattering to the floor and rolling away.
Kallum bent over me, stamping his kisses along my jaw as he slid one of those giant hands up my thigh and all the way under the skirt of my dress. He moved his lips farther down.
“Are you wet for me?” he asked, the words rumbling right from his mouth and into my throat. “Does this pretty cunt need to be played with?” A blunt fingertip sanded over the lace covering my seam. He was half on top of me, and I couldn’t arch, couldn’t buck closer. I could only lay there, panting, while his fingers ran torturous lines up and down my sensitive center, my panties a hideous barrier between my body and his touch. Just as I was about to blurt that they need to come off before I died of whatever the vaginal equivalent of blue balls was, Kallum nudged the crotch of my panties aside. He slowly stroked his fingers up the slickness he found there to the hard pearl of my clit at the top.
“I could feel how wet you were through these,” Kallum said, biting my throat before straightening up and tugging the lace down my hips and off my legs all together. “You must have been hot and bothered for a while now, hmm?”
“Since the sleigh,” I said as Kallum spread my thighs wide and stared at my naked pussy with the look of a starved man. He dropped gracefully to his knees and pressed his hands to my thighs, his thumbs reaching to my center and opening me up for his avid gaze.
“Fuck, Winnie,” he mumbled. “This pussy could bring about world peace.”
My laugh broke into a moan as he licked a hot, velvet stripe up my center and then slowly began mapping every contour and dip of my sex, swirling into my channel until I was squirming, and then moving up to knead at my clit until an orgasm shimmered through me, gentle and quivering and sweet.
He stood up and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, but even as he was standing, he was looking at my cunt like he needed to dive back in.
