A Tempting Christmas

By: Danielle Jamie

Edited By: Kayla Robichaux

ISBN:
9781310292392
Title:
A Tempting Christmas: A Tempt My Heart Holiday Novella
Author:
Danielle Jamie
Publisher:
Smashwords, Inc.

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*Dedication*

To all of my Jordon’s Vixens.

You all know who you are. You girls are my rockstars and without your dedication to spreading the #JordonCrush I don’t know where I’d be. So thank you for your support and undying love for a dirty talking rocker with magic fingers ;)

Copyright

A Tempting Christmas: A Tempt My Heart Holiday Novella

A Tempting Christmas is a work of fiction. Names, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

Copyright © 2014 Danielle Jamie Wright

All Rights Reserved

These last six months off have been amazing even though I’ve gotten very little rest. I’ve spent the last six months with Jordon traveling back and forth between Miami and Chicago. I’ve loved being up north and experiencing fall. I even went all crazy and jumped on the whole pumpkin spice latte craze which I swore I never would. I’ve grown up in Miami where we wear bikinis year round! So I rejoiced when I got to go all fall chic rocking leggings, oversized sweaters and cute scarfs with boots.

We only have a few more weeks to enjoy our down time though because soon we’ll be jetting off to Paris to kick off our European Tour. We’ll be going a week before the tour officially starts to do a special USO performance for some troops in Afghanistan. I was honored when my tour manager asked if I would be interested in doing it. Years before I always said no. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to. It was that I physically couldn’t. It was too overwhelming being over there around soldiers like Cane. Who put their lives on the line every day and live with the chance they may not return home.

There is only one reason I said yes, and that is Jordon. He has helped me heal when I thought it was impossible. I always assumed I’d go through life being this sad and depressed woman until the day I died. Unable to ever cope and move past losing my fiancé. But then I met Jordon and fell in love with him. He showed me it was okay to love again and helped me deal with the demons I’d been refusing to cope with for all these years.

When I started our U.S. tour with Jordon and the rest of Tempting Tomorrow headlining I was certain it would destroy my career and myself.
L
ittle did I know in the matter of six months together on a tour bus that he would completely change my life for the better.

Now here we are in Chicago celebrating our first Christmas together. I couldn’t be happier. We just flew in from Miami yesterday. We did an early Christmas with my parents and had a holiday feast at my house with Roxie and Matt. I invited Dalton, but he was busy with his in-laws but we promised to get together before we jet off for our European leg of our tour.

I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous about spending Christmas with Jordon and his family. We come over every Sunday for dinner when we’re in town and they always welcome me with open arms. So I don’t know why I am so nervous. I still need to shop for his family which has me a wreck. But Jordon promised to tag along and help me get everyone the perfect presents.

I know I’m going to marry this man one day. So making a good impression with his family is huge. He has told me over and over they’ll love anything I get them but it doesn’t help ease my anxiety.

For right now I’m pushing the worry about presents into the back of my mind and focusing on the one thing that matters most to me, and that’s Jordon.

I want to experience a real Christmas the way Jordon has his entire life. So he said we’ll be spending the next few days doing his Christmas traditions. First thing on our agenda is teaching me to ice skate. I’m seriously scared right now. I told Jordon I wanted to get butt pads and he laughed at me. He thought I was joking, but I was dead serious. I’ll probably be icing my ass for the entire week after attempting to ice skate. I’m a beach bunny. I don’t do ice and snow. I grew up in Miami!

But for Jordon I’ll try anything once. Plus he told me there’s a nice little café at the skating rink where we can get hot cocoa and just enjoy the beautiful snowy afternoon.

It’s in the thirties today with tiny snowflakes falling slowly making the city appear majestic. I rarely see snow ever. When touring we’re in and out of cities so fast there isn’t a lot of time to sight see. I’m not really big on the cold, but I’m toughing through it since I know I’ll be back in warm and sunny Miami soon enough. I can handle winter as long as it’s for a short period of time. I don’t know how these people can live in this weather for five to six months out of the year.

Right now I’m nice and cozy in my leggings, oversized sweater and UGG boots. But before we leave this house I’ll be bundling up like the kid in the Christmas story! It’s cold enough outside but then you add that wind and it’s freezing. They don’t call Chicago the Windy City for nothing.

Jordon’s apartment he shares with his brother Eric has floor to ceiling windows that open up the entire family room to the city below. I’ve spent the last hour lying on the couch beside the windows watching the Hallmark channel and enjoying the warmth from the electric fireplace taking the chill off. Every once in a while I found myself getting lost in watching the tiny flakes of snow falling slowly from the cloud filled sky. It’s so peaceful. Being around the snow is actually putting me in more of a holiday mood.

I feel as if I’m living inside a Christmas movie right now. It’s a lot different being here seeing houses decorated in holiday lights and blow-ups with snow covered yards compared to lit up palm trees beside the ocean.

My phone starts blasting Fall Out Boy,
Light ‘Em Up
startling me and immediately causing my body to flush with desire as images of Jordon doing all kinds of naughty things to me with that song. Grabbing my cell off the coffee table, I open the text and bite back a smile as I read it.

Jordon:

I’m in the parking garage I’ll be right up.

Are you fired up baby? I know what my ringtone does to you.

I’m down if u r for a quick game of what’s ur fav song b4 we go ;)

He is insatiable I swear. I would
really
love a quickie with him especially after listening to our song blast throughout his apartment, but I’m too excited to go ice skating. I type a quick reply before grabbing the remote and turning off my movie. I better get bundled up now, or we’ll never get out of here.

Me:

We can save the hot steamy sex for after we get back…I’m going to need it since my ass is use to warm sunny days not frost biting induced weather like y’all have here in Chicago! Now drag ur hot ass up here I’m getting ready. As. We. Speak. ;) xoxo

“Wow. This is absolutely breathtaking!” I can’t help but take everything in around me. I so look like a tourist right now and Jordon is finding it way too entertaining. To him its home but to me it’s like a whole different world. The skyscrapers are all lit up and all the trees lining the park and streets surrounding Millennium Park’s ice skating rink are covered in twinkling holiday lights.

“I feel like I’m experiencing the excitement of Christmas all over again spending it here with you right now.” Jordon says tugging on our entwined fingers and pulling me against his chest.

I sprawl my glove-covered hand against his chest that’s wrapped in a black pea coat. I’m bundled up in a Columbia jacket, scarf, hat and gloves while he’s just wearing a coat and a beanie. He, of course, is used to this arctic weather. Beaming up at him, I get lost momentarily in the site of him surrounded by the beautiful sparkling lights. “I know what you mean. I swear I feel like I’m ten again. I can’t stop smiling. I’m so excited to have a real white Christmas with you.”

Jordon’s eyes smile down at me as he runs his fingers through my hair. “God, I fucking love you.” He says gruffly sliding his hand now to my neck before leaning down and pressing a soft kiss against my lips.

I close my eyes and feel the fluffy snowflakes cascading down onto us tickling my skin as they land on my face. Pulling my hand free from Jordon’s I link my arms around his neck and deepen our kiss. My once cool skin warms as I feel warmth slowly blanket every inch of my body. A soft moan vibrates in my throat against Jordon’s lips causing him to let out a low rumble that is like music to my ears.

I love how we can get lost in each other with just one kiss. His tongue licks at mine and I savor the taste of hot cocoa as his tongue explores my mouth.

I feel as if I’m trapped in a Christmas movie as he kisses me while snow falls around us, and Christmas music plays from the ice rink a few feet away. I save this moment and store it in the back of my mind to play over and over again in my head.

Jordon pecks my lips twice, slowing our kiss before pulling away leaving my lips red and swollen and aching to be reconnected with his once again.

I sigh softly as I run my glove-covered hand over his cheek. “I love you, too. More and more every single day.”

A heart-stopping grin spreads across his face at my words. “What do you say we say the hell with skating and we go back to my place and get to work on that hot steamy sex you mentioned earlier?”

Rolling my eyes I tell him, “As good as that idea sounds, we’re still going ice skating.”

“You do know people are going to probably record you falling on your ass multiple times and send it to TMZ or something?”

I’ve been in this business long enough to know pretty much anything I do will be plastered all over the internet. It comes with the territory.

Wiggling out of his embrace, I grab his hand and tug him towards the skate rentals. “Believe me, Jordon. I’d much rather see a video of myself falling all over the ice rink than half the crap that’s gone viral over the years. Before you know it we’ll be back in our bed spent from an evening of mind-blowing orgasms.” I glance at him over my shoulder with a devilish grin.

Clenching his teeth, he growls at me with his eyes dark and full of lust as they slide from my face down to my yoga pants covered ass. He hates it when I wear them in public because he told me if he gets hard seeing my ass in them then he sure as hell knows it’s making other guys hard. I love how possessive he can be. It turns me on faster than anything.

Quickening his speed he is beside me within seconds and wrapping his arm around my waist bringing his hand to rest on my right hip tightly with the tips of his fingers digging into my side. The heat from his hand scorches me through my pants making my core tighten and a slow burn start to heat me from the inside out.

“Keep shaking your ass like that and I’ll throw you over my shoulder and drag you back to the car for a quickie. Why do you insist on wearing these things?” He says dropping his gaze to my legs before settling back onto my eyes. “You know what they do to me.”

Giggling I smack his chest playfully, “I know how horny they make you so I wear them every chance I can get. I love the thrill of seeing how long I can taunt you before you pounce.”

His feet falter and his grip tightens making me stop too. He leans down brushing his lips over my ear and whispers into it with his warm breath tickling my skin and making my sex clench with need to be fucked fast and hard by him. “Believe me, sweetheart I’m five seconds away from pouncing. That sassy mouth of yours is getting me even more worked up than I already am. Two can play at this game.” He kisses at my sensitive spot behind my ear where my music note tattoo is making my knees grow momentarily weak. His fingers find my chin, and he turns my head making me look at him. His eyes are dark and stormy as a wicked smirk creeps across his lips. That smile always means he’s up to something. Holding his intense stare, I wait for him to hit me with whatever is brewing in that gorgeous head of his.

“You aren’t the only one who will be teasing, baby. As soon we step foot into my car the teasing will begin. By the time I get you home you’ll be panting and begging me to fuck you…but I’m going to take my time savoring and taunting this beautiful body of yours.” His hand finds its way to my ass and he gives is a hard squeeze making another moan escape me. “By the time I’m done playing your tight hot pussy you’ll be clawing at me and screaming for me to finish you—
so game on, baby
.”

Game on? Ohh it’s so on. By the time we leave this park he’s going to have the worst fucking case of blue balls he’s ever had in his life.

“Bring it,
baby
.” I say mockingly before leaning up on my toes and slowly and seductively running my tongue over his bottom lip before clamping it between my teeth. I tug on it playfully before sauntering off to get my ice skates.

The rink was packed with people of all ages. Some who can skate amazingly well and others like me who are spending every second either gripping to their significant other trying to avoid landing on their ass for the hundredth time.

Thankfully we were only recognized a few times. Everyone was very polite and only wanted a quick photo with us. After thirty minutes of trying to skate, I finally got the hang of it somewhat. I managed to do a loop around the rink holding Jordon’s hand without falling. I called it close enough and let Jordon know I was ready for one more cup of cocoa before calling it a night. Plus my face was officially frozen and was screaming for me to get someplace warm.

The line at the café was insanely long. It took us twenty minutes to get our cocoa. Jordon gladly hugged me the entire time helping to warm me up. He, of course, had ulterior motives with doing this. He whispered in my ear, “Game on, Brittan.” With a playful tone. I couldn’t ignore the shiver that traveled along my spine as he hugged my back to his front and pressed a kiss to my neck.

Twenty minutes of standing this way was pure torture and to think it’s only beginning. I tried to ignore the desire building in me but honestly it’s impossible. My body craves Jordon every second of every day. With his delicious semi hard erection pressed against my back, my body was humming with the need to be with him.

My cheeks were flushed from the cold but they grew ten times redder when we grabbed our cocoas and made our way towards the exit of the café. Jordon’s hand came to rest on my butt as we walked outside.
T
he heat of his hand that makes me come undone multiple times a day cupping my ass had my sex clenching and aching to the point it was almost unbearable.

I don’t want him to know he’s getting to me. I’m trying my hardest to beat him at his own game and make sure he arrives at his apartment with a hard aching hard on while I’m miss cool, calm and collected.
B
ut from the way I’m getting all fired up, and we haven’t even made it to the car yet it’s looking like Jordon may be winning this game after all. But really I’m still a winner because the game will end with him buried balls deep inside of me while I come multiple times before finally falling asleep wrapped in his big, strong, beautifully tatted up arms.

With my cocoa in hand, I cup it tightly as we make our way to the parking garage.

We’re standing under a row of antique looking street lights waiting for the light to allow us to cross the crosswalk. He looks downright sinful right now in his beanie and light scruff. I still can’t believe I am with him. Even after all of this time I find myself staring at him taking in the perfection that is Jordon Valentine. Women throw themselves at him on a daily basis, but all he ever sees is me. It’s the most amazing feeling in the world being loved so fiercely by him.

“This is seriously the most delicious cocoa I’ve ever tasted.” I run my tongue seductively over the top of my paper cup licking up some whipped cream and moaning softly before slowly taking a sip.

Jordon’s eyes dilate as his they zone in on my tongue and my mouth. My body heats under his intense gaze. His tongue darts out wetting his lips before he squeezes my ass tighter and pulls me into him. Locking his lips over my mine and gently sucking as his tongue travels from one side to the other on my top lip. It’s the most erotic yet sweet gesture, and we’re doing it while standing on a busy sidewalk.

“You had a little cream on your lip.” He murmurs against my lips before smacking his lips playfully against mine one more time.

I shove at his chest gently forcing his lips to leave mine. I can feel all eyes on us as we stand waiting to cross the road. I even see flashes go off from someone’s phone and immediately my cheeks are reddening again. We’re putting on quite the show on the streets of Chicago for the pedestrians.

“Everyone’s staring.” I giggle nervously as he furrows his brows down at me. Even when he tries to look annoyed he is so damn sexy and only makes me hotter for him. That look can melt you where you stand even when it’s thirty degrees outside.

“Let them stare—I love you and can’t get enough of your kiss on my lips and won’t hold back from kissing them any time I fucking want. So they can stare all they want. I don’t give a flying fuck. You. Are. Mine. I want the world to know it.” He runs the pad of his thumb gently along my full bottom lip, and I feel the all too familiar ache between my thighs return and magnify. I squeeze them together and breathe in a shaky breath between my lightly parted lips as Jordon cups my cheek and brushes his lips softly against mine one more time.

Oh my.

I swear I just creamed in my fucking panties listening to him speak to me like that. His I don’t give a fuck attitude is such a turn on.

Normally paparazzi and strangers shoving phones at me makes me uneasy. I like my privacy. Especially after spending as many years as I have in the limelight.

I take another sip of my cocoa, but it is not to warm myself any longer because Jordon has done that all on his own.