Page 41 of Theirs for the Holidays

Heat simmers in his eyes, a low, smoldering fire, and he comes closer, sliding his hands up my thighs to grab on to my hips. “You want this?” he asks, and it’s less like he’s checking to make sure and more like he just wants to hear me say it.

I nod, swallowing hard. “Yeah. Please?”

I can see when the ‘please’ hits him in a tender place. His eyes go darker and his fingers curl into the waistband of my shorts, giving him a hold to drag them down my legs along with my panties. I lift, helping him get them off, and when his hands touch my bare skin, I moan. A voice in the back of my mind says something about how I shouldn’t be sitting my bare ass on the counter, but it’s quickly silenced by the part of me that’s too into this to care.

“You’re so soft,” he murmurs, moving in closer to me. His fingers light trails of fire as they drag up the outsides of my thighs. “You feel so good, Vi.”

My voice gets caught in my throat, and even more so when his mouth finds my neck. There’s the barest hint of teeth, just a tease, just enough to have me arching against him and crying out softly.

“Beautiful.” He pulls my shirt over my head next, tossing it and my bra across the kitchen. It leaves me naked in front of him, and all of a sudden my cheeks burn and my hands come up to try to cover myself.

Lennox catches my wrists, pulling them away from my body. “Don’t hide,” he growls. “I want to see you.”

“Why?” I can’t help but whisper back.

He gives me a slightly lopsided smile, one that still has heat and desire all around the edges of it.

“Because you’re beautiful, like I just said. And if we’re going to do this, we’re going to do it right.”

My cheeks are still flooded with heat from embarrassment, but there’s also a pulse of pure want between my legs. I’m too turned on to stop this, to protest that he shouldn’t be wasting his time or whatever my brain can come up with when it’s being mean to me.

When Lennox pulls me in for another kiss, I go into it eagerly, sliding my hands up his stomach to his chest, feeling the taut muscles under his shirt.

And then I get bold, curling my own fingers into his shirt and pulling it up and over his head to put him a little on display too. Lennox doesn’t seem to mind. His eyes are still burning with that fire as he looks at me, but before I can do more than graze my fingers over his bare chest, he’s dropping to his knees in front of me.

“Spread your legs,” he says.

I bite my lip, hesitating.

Lennox ghosts a palm over my calf, up and up and up until he’s right where my thighs are blocking his access. “I want to make sure you’re ready for me,” he says. “I need to warm you up.”

My lips part, and honestly I don’t even know what I’m about to say, when Lennox continues. “Plus, you smell so fucking good right now. I can tell you’re so eager for me, and it’s turning me on, Violet. I have to taste you.”

“Oh, fuck.” My legs fall open, almost on their own accord after that. But how could they not? There’s a handsome, strong, sexy man on his knees for me, telling me he wants to taste me. How could anyone resist that?

He guides my legs open wider and then leans in, inhaling deeply right at the apex of my thighs. “Delicious,” he growls and then dives in.

I gasp at the first touch of his mouth to my pussy. His tongue delves in, licking and lapping at me, gathering my wetness like he wants to drink it all down. His fingers tighten on my thighs, holding me open for him, and I tip my head back until it’s resting against a cabinet door, trying to remember how to fucking breathe.

It’s so clear that he knows what he’s doing when it comes to this sort of thing. His mouth moves with confidence, his tongue flicking and licking and making me crazy with the patterns and swirls he takes it through.

The tip of it touches my clit, and I cry out, surprised from the jolt of pleasure that lances through me. I slap a hand over my mouth, trying to hold back, but that just makes Lennox stop so he can pin me with a look.

Something about the expression on his face combined with the sheen of my own arousal on his lips just makes my stomach flip and my pussy clench.

“I said don’t hide,” he tells me, his voice a low, sexy growl now. “I want to see you and I want to hear you. I want to know that you’re as into this as I am.”

“I definitely am,” I pant, swallowing around a sudden lump in my throat.

“Good. Then let me hear that. You’re too sexy to be hiding any part of yourself.”

My heart kicks into overdrive at that, and I don’t know if it’s just sexy talk or if he actually means that, but either way it just makes me want him more.

He goes back down, continuing to eat me out, and I gradually loosen up, letting him hear the moans and soft cries as they spill from my lips.

I’m immediately rewarded with the flat of his tongue pressing against my clit, and my hips grind up and forward, trying to work myself more into the feeling of it.

Lennox chuckles, using one hand to push me back down against the counter while the other one seeks out my pussy like a missile. Two fingers work deep into me, and the combination of his mouth and hand has my eyes rolling back into my head.