Christmas Kisses (6 page)

CHAPTER

7

RYAN

The way she draws my finger into her mouth makes me hard. I can’t look at her. If I watch, I’ll never get the image out of my mind. Why does she insist on tormenting me? While her booty dance outside was funny at first, the more she danced, the more I realize
d
that I just want
ed
to watch. Her
body sway
and her breasts bounce, and the way she shoo
k her butt had me slobb
ering like a lab.
Then she does this, these little kisses that are anything but
innocent
.

I press her back into the wall, not knowing what I’m doing. I just need her to stop. I feel her pulse beneath me,
her heart beating furiously. Holly’s
scent fills my head as I tell her no. At the same moment, my lips are getting too close to hers. I can’t resist. Her soft lips part as her rapid breaths disappear, and all I can see are those lips and their soft pink bliss.

The elevator dings and the door
opens
. It snaps me out of it long enough to pull away from her. I walk out and down the hall, my feet hitting the floor hard and fast. After a second, I don’t feel her heat or hear her breath. I stop and look back. Holly is still on the elevator, watching me walk away. She hasn’t moved from
the place where I held her to the wall. She stares at me. Even from this far away, I feel her eyes
pierce
through me.

I
’ve
fucked up. I scared her.
The doors start to close and I hurry back. When I realize I’m not going to make it before they close, I full out run. The doors slide shut and I curse, pulling at my hair. I press the button forty ti
mes, jabbing it with my finger.

T
he doors slide open again. She’s still standing there. She never pressed the button.

“Holly,” I say, putting my hand on the door so
it doesn
’t close again. “I’m sorry.”

Her voice sounds strained when she speaks, like she might cry. “Sorry for what? You didn’t do anything wrong. I did.” She won’t look at me.
She hangs her head and her dark hair covers half her face. “I’d leave, but I don’t know where else to go.”

I step into the elevator and slip my hands around her waist. She still doesn’t look up at me. I grip her chin with my hand, and carefully tilt her head back. “You didn’t do anything wrong. I ove
r
reacted.” I
’
m breathing hard, I want to say it—that I’m totally
enamored
by her—but I can’t make the words form in my mouth. Instead of being smooth and witty, I’m cotton
-
mouthed and shaking. “Please, don’t leave. I want you here. If it wasn’t snowing, I’d
still
want you here.” Her gaze finally meets mine and I see
that
those brown eyes don’t believe me. “Holly?” her name hangs in the air.

“
Mmmm
?” she makes a noise in her throat that sounds sexual.
The elevator doors shut and it just sits there.
Holly
breathes hard, and doesn’t shake my hands off. I feel that familiar sensation when I’m around her. It tugs gently at my middle, and our lips are drawn like magnets, but we both resist.

“Can I kiss you?” I as
k because I don’t want to mess
t
his
up, because she’s too important to me and there are several hours more before dawn.

Holly watches my mouth as I
ask,
her gaze
focuses on my lips.
Instead of answering, she leans closer, closing the space between us and presses her mouth to mine. The kiss is gentle, a light sweeping of her lips across my mouth. My body responds to her. My pulse races into stroke
territory,
as I
fight the caveman urge to carry her back to my bed.

Her lips taste perfect
, they feel perfect. I keep my hands splayed on
Holly’s
cheeks as she kisses me again, this time taking my lower lip between her teeth. She holds it gently and releases. She sucks in a shaky breath and kisses me harder this time. Her lips part and her
tongue
pushes into my mouth. She sweeps over the curves of my mouth until she finds my
tongue
.

That’s when things get hot. I can’t contain myself. I can’t hold back anymore and do things half way. Holly makes me crazy. I want to give her what she wants. I kiss her back and the moment goes from innocent to X-rated. We’re kissing harder and I drop my hands, and pull her body against
mine. As her mouth remains desperately attached to mine, the kiss deepens and her hands
clench my back, gathering fistfuls of my shirt to pull
me closer to her.

Holly’s body fits perfectly against mine. Her breasts press firmly against my chest and I know she can feel how much I want her. It’s impossible to hide. I tilt my hips and press into her and she reacts. I didn’t expect it, but she does. Holly slips her leg up aga
inst mine, and I grab
the top of her thigh and press
against her
. She moans in mouth and I can’t stand it. Her scent fills my head as her hands tangle in my hair. She pulls and I grip her thigh harder, slipping my hand over the garter straps and feel
ing
the curve of her ass. When she tilts her hips up, I feel her little bottom brush against my
leg. The heat between her thighs is incredible.

I realize what’s happening and where we are. Breaking the kiss, I trail my lips down her neck and she throws her head back, gasping. Her nails dig into my arms. If I’m going to be with
Holly
, it’s not going to be a quickie in an elevator. I want to worship her body for hours, I want to see her face when she climaxes and screams my name. That’s the only reason why I
can
pull my lips off her hot neck. I slip my arms under her and lift. She gas
ps and leans against my chest.
I
press a
kiss
to
her cheek.

I move to the
elevator
doors and press the button. As it opens she looks up at me with swollen lips. I say, “I’ve wan
ted you for so long. We’re doing this the right way.” The door
opens and I carry her back to my room.
After kicking the door shut with my foot, I lay Holly
on my bed and look down at her.

She’s said nothing since we started kissing. I worry about her. I don’t want her to regret this. “Are you sure?”

She nods, her eyes never leaving mine. Those big brown eyes are dark and filled with lust. She speaks and her voice is breathy and light, “Yes. I want to be with you.”

I sit next to her on the edge of the bed and run my hand up her thigh. I stop at the hem of her dress, dying to take it off of her, but still wanting more confirmation from her first. “You might right now, but what about tomorrow?”

She smiles softly. It makes her face glow. I can’t look away. My hand is suddenly warmer as she places her hand over mine. She slips it under her dress, pushing my palm further up her thigh. She parts her legs and
says, “I wanted you yesterday, a
nd the day before that.
I’ll still want you tomorrow.
Is that good enough?”

I stare at her. She wanted me? I blink, but the lust won’t clear from my eyes. “You wanted me?”

She nods.
“Always.”

That’s all I need to hear. I kneel on the bed, straddling her hips and bend down. I press my lips to hers and she kisses me back.

CHAPTER

8

HOLLY

Ryan
seems surprised, but I don’t know why. When I said I wanted him, that I’ve always wanted him, my heart nearly exploded. It was something that I thought I’d never admit.
Ever.
It was the darkest secret at the back of my brain that was held under lock and key, and I’d gone and blurted it out to Ryan.

My heart pounds harder as he looks at me. That dark gaze sweeps
over me, like he can’t believe what I said.
Ryan’s
eyes search my face and slowly he smiles. I mirror his expression. Suddenly, he’s kneeling on the bed and his leg swings over my hips. My breath catches in my throat. I’ve wanted him for so long. Am I really going to do this? There’s no going back,
and
I don’t want to go back. As Mandy said, this is the path. The only way to know where it ends is to follow it.

Ryan straddles my hips. He’s still wearing his jeans and tee shirt, but he shucked his shoes. He bends down and presses his lips to mine. I close my eyes and fall into the kiss, losing myself in his lips. They are so full and soft. He presses against me and I open my mouth. His
tongue
sweeps in and we pick up where we left off. My
hands find his hair and pull as the kisses grow hotter. The floor of my stomach is in a free fall. I clutch his shirt and pull. Ryan sits up fo
r half a beat and lets me pull
t
he shirt over his head. When Ryan
lays
back down, he pulls me into his arms and presses me against his chest. He’s so warm and smells so good. I have to touch
him.
The tips of my fingers
trace
his back lightly at first, trailing over his hot skin, until my hand hits the waist of his jeans.
I tug at them, wanting them off.

He groans
and reaches fo
r my hands. Taking my wrists, Ryan
pins them above my head and holds them there.
Looking into my eyes he says, “Slow down.
Let me kiss you, let me taste you. I want to learn every inch of your body, every curve.”

I gasp, and tilt
my
hips up into his. The way he pins my hands above my head
forces my
boobs
out. Ryan
pins my wrists with one hand, while the other finds my breast and cups it. He moves his thumb agonizingly s
low over my nipple, making them
tighten in response. I make a startled noise and he kisses my lips lightly, still holding my breast in his hand. His thumb moves in slow circles, teasing me beneath the bra. The black lace is sheer and I can feel the heat of his hand on me. I arch my back, pushing into his palm. Ryan ho
lds onto my wrists and teases me
,
and then moves to the
mound of sensitive flesh on my
other
side
. His lips nip and tug at the fabric until my vision starts to get hazy at the edges.

I say his name and he releases me. Ryan sits up and moves to the side. He pulls me up and reaches around to undo the zipper on my dress. He pulls it up over my head and I fall back onto the bed.

Ryan sits above me, looking down at me, his hungry eyes roving my body like he intends to ravage me. My pulse pounds harder and I feel something hot building in my core. I breath
e
in deeply, and rest a hand on my
chest
. I part my legs for him. Hi
s dark eyes watch my thighs move apart
. I feel like I’ve been running too hard, too fast. My heart slams into my ribs as Ryan looks at me like that.

I know his hands will be on my body again in seconds. I know they’ll slip between my thighs and he’ll finally touch me. I shiver
,
waiting, longing
for his touch. When he
lays
down next to me, I can feel his bare chest press into my arm. His lifts his hand and touches my stomach, trailing his finger across my belly. I
breathe in hard and hold it. Ryan does it again and again
, each time trailing his finger fro
m the center of my body to some
pla
ce else. When his hands slip
south, I lif
t my hips to him, but he stops. Pushing himself up onto his
elbow, Ryan
resumes his exploration, and his hand dips beneath my panties. He moves slowly, watching my eyes as he does it.

I take his wrist in my hand and hold him still. I want this, I want him
.
Slowly, I watch his eyes as I place his fingers between my legs. He breathes
deeply, watching me. I press Ryan’
s hand and feel his fingers pet me. The
motion is slow and filled with heat. I press my hips into his hand as he moves over me once, and then twice. I watch his face as he moves again, this time slipping his finger into me. I moan and tilt my hips up into his hand. He can feel how much I want him, there’s no way to hide how wet I am. Ryan watches me as I close my eyes and
I
feel his fingers move inside of me. He builds a rhythm and I sway my hips as he does it.

Every inch of me is raging wit
h lust. I want him so badly. My
clothes feel restrictive. My nipples ache against the fabric. I want him to strip me, and slide his body against mine. I want him like I’ve never wanted anyone. I cry out, frustrated and lusty beyond reason. I pull his lips down on my mouth as
he strokes me again. He
keeps his hand
there, between my legs
,
as our kiss deepens and grows hotter and more desperate.
Ryan’s
other hand reaches around and pulls me to him. It slips over my hip and down to my butt. He squeezes me and pulls my body
to him, forcing me into his stroking fingers between my thighs
. I gasp and
throw my head back. E
lectricity shoot
s
through me. I can’t stay still. I writhe against his
hand and he lets me. His eyes are dark as he watches me.

Eventually, I moan his name and manage to still myself. Breathing hard I beg him, “Strip me. Please.”

Ryan
smiles at me. He pulls his hand from between my
legs
and I make a noise, biting my lip to keep from asking for all sorts of things that will make me mortified in the
morning. His hands find the clasp on my bra and it opens. My breasts are so full and sensitive that when he removes my bra, I moan.

Sitting up, I arch my back and throw my hands behind my head. My
nipple
s are in front of his face. Ryan’s warm hands slide across both of them as he leans in and kisses my mouth gently. Then
,
his head dips to my
chest
. He kisses me softly, his lips sucking gently on my nipple, making it harder. I respond to his touch, to his kiss. I breathe ha
rder and feel the delicious sensations course through my body, building in my core.

After a moment, Ryan
pulls me onto his lap. He’s still wearing jeans, but I can feel his hard length through the fabric. It presses between my legs as I
straddle
him. I rock my hips
,
as
his lips find my other breast. I can’t help it.
Ryan’s
ha
nds wrap around my bare back. H
e lowers his head, and kisses me
, h
is lips teasing
m
y
nipple. Every time he pulls me
into his mouth, it makes me grow wetter. I feel my body
growing hotter from his touch, from
his kiss. I rub my hips against him, but it’s not enough. I need him.
I want him inside of me.

As if he could read my mind, Ryan throws me back on the bed. In matter of seconds, I’m totally naked. His eyes rove my body, followed by his hands, and then his lips. He teases me, trailing kisses down my body and stopping at my thighs. I tangle my hands in his hair, thinking he doesn’t want to do that, when he presses my thighs open and buries his face inside. I gasp as his
tongue
licks my
sensitive
flesh, sucking and pulling at my nub until I’m a lust-filed lunatic, begging him to
be with
me.

Ryan lifts his face from between my legs and
looks
up
at me. I feel his naked body press into my hip, hard and ready.
I make a sound in the back of my throat. God, I want him. I want him inside of me. I want to feel him rock me into
ecstasy
. He kisse
s my cheek, and then my lips. Ryan
pushes his
tongue
into my mouth and I kiss him back. My hands find his back and pull him down on top of me. He gasps and nuzzles his nose next to my ear, kissing my neck.

I part my legs and feel his
hard
length press against m
e. I try to move my hips, but Ryan
won’t let me. I want to feel him inside
of
me. “Please,” I breathe between kisses.

Ryan looks at my eyes and reaches for his bedside table, tearing open a condom
wrapper
. I have no idea when he took off his pants and I don’t care. He puts the protection on and is on top of me. Before I can blink, I feel his hands on my face and his dick is pressing against me. I tilt my hips up and he lets me this time.

Ryan’s
lips press urgently against mine as I start to rock against him. I moan into his mouth
,
as he slips inside of me. I feel
Ryan respond, his body tenses
and every mu
scle in his chest
becomes
ultra-defined. Ryan lifts
up
off the bed
enough to see my face. He watches as he slides into me, slowly, torturing me. I grab hold of his hips and wrap my legs around him. I change the speed, I change the way we rock and things go blu
r
ry. I lay back
with
my head against his pillow as Ryan
pushes into me
harder and deeper
.

My entire body is building, tingling, warming. I climb higher with each thrust, wanting more, begging for more. My nails find his back and I’m lost. I cry out his name, slamming my hips into his over and over again
until I shatter in his arms. Ryan
dips his head and kisses me softly.

I feel perfect. Nothing could ruin this. My body feels light and fluffy, like I’m floating slowly back down to earth. Before I can totally return, Ryan’s lips are
on my neck. I moan, pulling him
closer, and
tangle my fingers in his hair and smile, because I know he wants to do it again.