Page 104 of Rocky Mountain Devil

He chuckled as she licked him. “You’re tickling.”

“Am I? I didn’t mean to. I meant to turn you on.”

“Oh, you got that part right, as well.” Rafe wiggled her shirt up and off, swearing softly. “Long underwear? Seriously?”

“We were going tobogganing,” she explained. “I wasn’t about to wear anything dainty. I don’t like the cold.” She gasped as he slid his hands beneath her layers. “Rafe, your hands are like ice.”

When she attempted to squirm away, he flipped her over and pinned her under him, his palms warming against her skin. “You make a great hot-water bottle.”

Laurel opened her mouth to teasingly give him hell—and a long, low moan of lust escaped instead. He’d placed his mouth on the bare skin he’d exposed at her lower back, and as he stripped away her pants, he nibbled and kissed and licked his way down her body.

Brief caresses sent her senses reeling. Shivers rolled over her skin in anticipation of his tongue’s attention. Sensitive spots, like the edge where her thigh and butt met, heightened the pleasure. He laved his tongue along the crease there, and she wanted to beg for more.

Even as she wanted him completely and fully at her mercy—like in any great friendship.

She twisted her head to the side, cheek resting on the mattress so she could gaze down the bed at him. “Hey, baby?”

He nipped her butt. “Still insist on using that nickname, do you?”

“Until you figure out something better thanSitko, um, yeah.”

Rafe pressed a kiss to her bottom before kneeling to strip off his shirt and undershirt. “Sweet Cakes? Princess? Like one of those?”

She fake-gagged then went back to the topic at hand. “Hey, you ready for your last Christmas present now?”

His hands were back on her body as he stroked and caressed and drove her mad. One move lifted her hips in the air, then he was behind her, hand between her legs, stroking his strong fingers between her folds and over her clit. “It’s a lovely present. Just what I’ve always wanted.”

Laurel shivered as he pressed a thick finger in deep. Slowly, carefully…

“It’s all yours. Oh, and by the way, we don’t need wrapping paper anymore.” His fingers hesitated, and she kicked herself for her bad timing. “Don’t stop,” she complained.

The bed bounced slightly as he landed beside her, his eyes fixed on hers with a question.

“Too many sugar cookies today to concentrate? Or was I pushing it with the Christmas analogies?” Laurel asked.

“Just want to be crystal clear,” he said, his voice gone a tone deeper. “No condoms?”

“I went on the pill. And it’s been long enough, we’re good to go.”

His gaze trickled over her lazily, heated intent rising. “Oh, well now. Merry Christmas to me.”

Rafe leaned closer and kissed her, his tongue sweeping in and stroking hers before he broke away to kiss a path down her back again. This time he didn’t stop until he’d reached his target. His strong hands gripped her hips as he stroked his tongue over her sex. Dipping deeper, sliding higher.

She gasped when he licked between her cheeks, face hot enough she’d forgotten she’d ever been cold. “Fuck.”

Rafe chuckled. “No swearing in bed, Sugar Plum. You know it distracts me.”

“Fuck,please?” she tried, a gasp of amusement slipping out.

“Hmmm, so polite. Hard to resist a sweet request like that, Snuggle-bug.”

Only he did. For the next umpteen minutes that blurred together into one ball of pleasure, one stroke of need, one touch of rising urgency until his rapid licking and caressing with his fingers sent her hurtling into an orgasm.

“Rafe…”

He rose behind her, hauling her hips up a second before he pushed her torso down. She was wide open to him and his cock was between her folds and—

She expected a long, hard thrust. One stroke that would join them rapidly and send her flying.