Page 37 of Holiday Crush
Court glanced up just then and pointed at the bag he’d handed to me earlier.
I took the hint and pulled out the Post-it note attached to a napkin.
You close before I’m off at the rink, but I can come over later if you’re free for dinner. Takeout on me. Yay or nay?
I slipped the note into my pocket, ripped off a chunk of apple fritter and popped it into my mouth, and oh, so subtly gave him a thumbs-up.
But to be perfectly honest, my mind was spinning and my thoughts were beginning to freak me out.
I’d spent years crushing on this guy and our chemistry was better than anything I’d ever imagined, but what if the sex part sucked? Or…what if it was so amazing that I started getting ideas? Ugh, that would be worse.
Thinking forever thoughts about Court wouldn’t end well for me.
This is just a holiday thing, I reminded myself.Just a holiday thing.
* * *
Court showedup at seven on the dot. I ushered him inside, closed the door, and promptly threw myself at him.
We made out with roving hands and twisting tongues, tugging at shirts and zippers in an effort to reach skin. I broke the kiss and gestured to the stairs. “Yes?”
“Fuck, yes.”
I led the way to my room, peeling my long-sleeved tee over my head and tossing it onto the chair next to the narrow window.
I’d gone on a mini cleaning spree the second I got home. Bed made, check. Heap of dirty and possibly clean clothes stuffed into the closet with miscellaneous Doc Martens and black sneakers, check. My house was generally always tidy, but my room got the once-a-week treatment. I washed sheets, did my laundry, and straightened up on Sundays. Tonight, it was a macabre disaster zone in shades of black and white broken up with the flash of Burberry from the scarf I’d thrown across the chair earlier.
But I’d changed the sheets…just in case. Court didn’t seem to care. He gave the space a cursory once-over and lifted me off the floor and deposited me onto the mattress.
I raked my bottom lip and braced myself on my elbows. “You’re staring.”
“’Cause you’re sexy as fuck.”
“I know that’s not true, but thank you.”
“Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and I like what I’m beholding. I want to lick you from head to toe. Will you let me?”
“Yeah, but…”
Court’s fingers stalled on his belt buckle. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. It’s just…this would be easier if you were a stranger. Knowing you and liking you and being naked with you is…kind of blowing me away.” I made aka-powgesture next to my head.
“Uh…okay. Should I keep my clothes on, or do you want to pretend we don’t know each other? Or both?”
I pursed my lips, charmed by his earnest response. “No, I mean…it’s a sexy idea, but I take my role-playing very seriously, and I’d need to know my character and my angle and—”
Court drove his tongue between my lips and pressed his palm against my cock, scratching his nails along the zipper. “You can pretend I’m whoever you want, but I’m here for you, Ivan. Just you. C’mere. Let me see you.”
Let’s just say that whatever sound came out of my mouth was the opposite of sexy. I think I whimpered…or purred. And I completely surrendered.
“I want to see you, too. Please.”
We both undressed to our boxer briefs and smiled shyly. I moved the black-striped duvet aside, humming when Court climbed on top of me, covering me like a blanket as he captured my mouth.
Our kiss was unhurried now—more of a sensual exploration than the earlier frenzied face sucking we’d greeted each other with. The weight of him was pure bliss. He was powerful, masculine strength and beauty at its finest. I was overwhelmed by the sheer magnitude of him. He was a fantasy, and yet he was so fucking real.
His cock nudged mine through the layers of cotton, sending shivers along my spine.