Page 98 of The Christmas Trap

"Fuck, you’re beautiful." His gravelly voice pinches my nerve endings. The way he drags his gaze over my features and down my breasts makes me feel like the most desired woman in the world.

He slides his hands over the curves of my butt cheeks and squeezes. I tremble. The heat from his palms burns through the material of my bathing suit. It feels like it’s branding me.

With a flick of his wrist, he loosens the ties of my bikini bottoms. They float away.

He hitches me up, pressing me into the side of the tub. I lock my ankles behind his waist, very aware that my core is nestled against the tent at his crotch.

"Feel what you do to me, baby?"

I swallow and squirm against him. The heat of his body, and the steam from the hot tub clashing with the cool air that hits my bare shoulders, is a tapestry of opposing sensations which makes me feel like I’m high on an aphrodisiac.

He seems to grow bigger, his length stabbing against my core. He fits me over that thick column so I can feel him throb.

"I want to be inside of you, Lark." He holds my gaze. "Tell me you want me inside of you."

"I want you inside of me," I pant.

"Tell me you want me to fuck you."

"I want you to fuck me," I groan.

"Tell me you want me to kiss you."

"Yes!" I writhe in his grasp. "Yes. I want you. Please. I want you to kiss me. Now will you shut up and?—"

He closes his mouth over mine. He kisses me so deeply, I feel the sensations all the way to the tips of my toes. My eyelids flutter shut. He squeezes my hips and begins to rub me up against his length. Jesus. The heat generated by the friction oozes through my bloodstream. My clit throbs. My pussy trembles. Oh God, this feels so good. How can he feel this amazing, this right, this everything as he leans his weight further into mine?

"Open your eyes," he commands.

I flicker my heavy eyelids open and stare into those glorious, piercing eyes of his. And when he continues to slide me up and down the ridge of his cock, through his swimming trunks, it feels like I’m going to explode. My belly clenches. My scalp tingles. I dig my fingers into his shoulders. "Brody, I’m so close."

"Good." He takes a deep breath and drops under the water.

"What the—" I cry out as he fixes his mouth on my pussy. I grab at his hair, and moan, feeling him flick his tongue in and out of my channel. He squeezes my butt cheeks, forcing me to push my pussy up further into his mouth. He licks up my pussy lips, curling his tongue around my clit. My entire body shudders. "Brody, please," I cry out.

He continues to eat me out, and when he slides his fingers between my butt cheeks to play with my forbidden entrance, I’m so shocked and turned on, I instantly climax. A low keening cry emerges from my lips. That tension at the base of my spine releases. It feels like rockets shooting up my spine to shatter into tiny pieces behind my eyes. And still, he doesn’t stop.

He continues to lick and suck on my pussy until, when I finally slump, he rises up, draws a deep breath, then kisses me again. I taste myself on his mouth, and it’s so erotic and intimate. My entire body feels like it’s turned to a puddle of satisfaction.

Then, he rises to his feet with me in his arms. Without a flinch. Without any straining. And this is the second time he’s done it.

Of course, when I feel the ungiving strength of his biceps under my neck, the sculpted musculature of his abs, and the brick-like formation of his pecs, it tells me I shouldn't be surprised. Man’s a freakin' tower of strength.

He cradles me in his arms like I weigh nothing. It makes me feel small and delicate, and very feminine.

I reach up to cup his cheek. He turns his head and kisses my palm. My heart melts a little. It’s such a romantic gesture. As is him carrying me bridal style again.

"I shouldn’t like this so much," I murmur.

"Shouldn’t like what?" He walks across the patio and shoulders open the door to the house.

"You. Me. You, carrying me."

He smirks. "I’m strong enough to take your weight."

“Are you calling me fat?” I huff.

He pauses inside the house, then eyes me, with an are-you-crazy? expression on his face. “I love your curves. They’ve haunted my dreams from the moment I saw you. Besides, I’m not missing the opportunity to have you in my arms."