Page 75 of Mistletoe Mischief

Ryler arched her back, staring up at the ceiling as euphoric pleasure swept through her body. She was in her room, but it didn’t look exactly like her room, and whoever had his head between her legs was doing the most incredible things to her. Ryler grabbed the bedspread in her hands, gripping the fabric as she thrashed her head wildly. The sensation of his tongue lapping at her pussy, flicking across her clit in quick, circular motions left her dizzy, gasping, reaching for that little push she needed to fall right over the edge.

The man between her legs looked up, blue eyes glittering, and her stomach flipped as she stared into Pike’s grinning face.

“I knew you wanted me.”

Her eyes popped open, blinking rapidly against the flashes of light from the TV that illuminated Pike’s face as he lay on his side next to her. He cradled his head in his hand, watching her with a smirk.

“Good dream?” he asked mildly.

Ryler’s pussy still throbbed in the aftermath of her sex dream, and she hoped to God that he couldn’t tell she was blushing.

“I—um—was eating ice cream with no calories, but it tasted like the real thing. So good.”

“Wow, your ice cream noises sound a lot like sex noises,” he said.

“Well, some people think that eating ice cream is better than sex.”

“Then they are having the wrong kind of sex,” Pike said.

“And what is the right kind of sex?” she asked.

Pike grinned. “The kind that elicits ice cream noises and leaves you too weak to move.”

“Hmmm, I don’t remember ever having that kind of sex,” Ryler said, rolling up on her side to face him. “Must be why ice cream is so good.”

“That’s a damn shame.”

“I take it you’re feeling better?” she asked.

“Yep. All toasty warm.”

“What time is it?”

“Around six.”

“At night or the morning?”

“Night.”

“I was going to say, I didn’t think I was that tired.” She laughed.

“Tired enough.”

“So, should we get in the car and head back to town?” she asked.

“We could do that,” he said, pointing to the window. “Or, we could wait until tomorrow when the snow lets up.”

Ryler sprang from the bed and ran to the window, staring out at the few parking lot lights that lit up the area, showing the white dusting across every car. Large flakes swirled in the air, and Ryler sighed.

“It’s been so long since I’ve seen snow. It’s so beautiful.”

Ryler sensed his body heat as he came up behind her, stopping several inches behind. “You hungry?”

Her stomach gurgled, and she laughed. “Apparently.”

“They have a pretty great in-hotel restaurant,” Pike said, the heat of his breath tickling the hairs on the back of her neck. “Doc brought my clothes up a little bit ago, if you want to go down there.”

Ryler turned around, noticing that he was fully clothed, his hair mussed and standing on end. On impulse, she stood up on her tiptoes and smoothed his hair back. “Sure, although I need to use the bathroom first.”