Hating Christmas (Holiday Series) (13 page)

“I liked you pinning me down.” Levi’s voice was
low.

“Really?” Her body felt heavy in the water, aching
for more than the stroke of his hand on her arm.

“Mmmm. I did.”

“Oh.”

“Did you like it, too? Kissing there on the
snow?”

“Yeah.” The word came out breathy. She’d kissed him
and wanted to rip his clothes off and ravage him right there.

“I really, really liked it.” He moved closer, only a
foot away from her now. “I imagined you ripping my clothes off and
having your way with me.”

Oh, God. Her laugh was weak. “Right there on the
snow? Not worried about shrinkage?”

“No.” His smile sent a flame down to her core.

Holly swallowed. “I—I was hoping you’d come down here
tonight.”

There it was out. She wanted him, too. “All the way
driving home, I kept imagining….”

“What?” He shifted even closer to her. “Imagining me
touching you here.”

He brushed his fingers along the top of her chest.
“Or here?”

Moving down, he touched the swell of her breast.

“Or here?”

Cupping her breast in his hand, he gently brushed his
thumb against the wet material of her bikini top and she felt the
sizzle from her nipple to her core.

“Kiss me,” he invited her in a low growl and Holly
moved forward, holding his head as she raised her lips to his.
Gently she explored his mouth, his naked body there before her. His
mouth was warm and responsive against hers, each kiss deeper, lips
and tongues meeting. Their bodies brushed each other, the heated
water bubbling around them. Frozen air and steamy water around
them.

Beneath the water, his hand again rubbed against the
top of her suit and Holly reached for the ties to her bikini top,
aching for his touch. She burned with wanting, the ache between her
thighs echoed by her tight nipples. She broke free of their kiss
long enough to jerk lose the bikini top, sending it floating across
the water.

Her breath caught in her throat as his hand moved
forward, taking her turgid nipple in his fingers. Cradling her
breast in his hand, Levi rolled the nipple, reaching to grasp the
other one as his mouth lowered again to hers.

So wrong, but really, really right. This wasn’t the
first time she’d had sex with a guy she hadn’t known all that
well—college tended to open a girl to lots of new experiences—but
this was the first time she felt herself melting from the inside,
craving,
needing
a man’s touch.

A moan escaped her as he bent to take her lips again,
pulling her close in the water.

Every nerve seemed to come alive, his lips on hers,
his tongue warm and seeking, while his strong fingers toyed with
her erect nipple. She braced her hands against his chilly, naked
shoulders, loving the feel of him beneath her hands. All muscle and
tight skin. She floated off the seat, pulled onto his lap as he
shifted in the water, pulling her with him.

Dimly, she became aware that snow had started falling
lightly. Fire and ice. His touch inflaming her even as the sky sent
a slow drift of cold down on their heads.

She touched him all over—the feel of his bicep, the
hairy brush of his leg on hers. He felt all hard and wonderful.
Smooth in the places he should be smooth, but with rough textures
where a man should be textured.

He now sat on the seat with her on his lap and he
just kept kissing her, his hands on her naked breasts. Stroking and
squeezing until she felt her breath coming more quickly. Lost in
the sensations around her, she came out of her fog long enough to
realize he’d pulled lose the tie at one side of her hips. His hand
brushed her there, between her legs, cupping her and rubbing until
she wanted to scream. With one hand, she reached under the water
and wiggled free of her bikini bottom, opening more for his touch.
Her body ached for him and, sitting there on his lap, she could
feel his erection pressing against her leg.

She palmed him and heard his swift inhalation as she
stroked against the ridge of his erect penis.

Then in a swift movement, he lifted her in the water,
shifting her to the other side of the hot tub, but he came with
her, her back arching her naked torso up to the frigid air. He bent
to her lifted breasts, cold with snow falling on her as he kissed
and suckled her.

Holly cried out from the pleasure and then became
aware of him moving between her legs where she floated on the
bubbling water. He pulled her down on his lap and held her upper
body just above the water. Her nipples were lifted as her breasts
floated there and he bent to the chilly tips, drawing one and then
the other into his hot mouth. Beneath the water, Holly felt his one
arm, gripping her around her hips to keep her from floating to the
bubbling surface.

She felt his other hand between her legs. Stroking
and tugging at her. She cried out in blinding pleasure—once and
then twice. Her legs floating above his lap, she felt his erection
and wanted him, wanted it deep inside her.

Pulling herself upright in the water, she sank on to
his lap, her hand reaching for him beneath the bubbles. She grasped
him and pushed her portal against him.

Levi straightened from her breast to gasp. “No
condom.”

“I know,” she said, her voice as ragged as his. She
thrust down on his penis, a ripple running through her as he pushed
half way inside. “A little. Only a little. Oh, God!”

“No! Oh, yes!” he push a little further in and then
withdrew. “Damn, you’re tight!”

Her senses singing, she could only stare unseeing,
dazed as he suddenly stood in the hot tub and pulled her to her
feet as well. “Come on. We’ve got to find a bed or I’m gonna fuck
you right.”

***

Moments later, Holly tumbled into her bed, her hair
wet on the pillow. Across the room, Levi stripped off his towel,
coming to stand next to her with hot, hungry eyes on her naked
body.

“You want to do this?” His voice sounded rough and
harsh, as if speaking were difficult.

“Yes.” She nodded and held up her arms to him.

“Even with everything between us?”

She took another quick breath. “Right now, the only
thing I want between us is very thin rubber.”

With a grin, Levi rummaged through the travel case
he’d grabbed from his room that appeared to hold his razor. “Good.
You don’t know how relieved I am to hear you say that. Thank God, I
left these in here.”

Triumphantly, he produced a condom, ripping open the
foil packet without delay.

On the bed, propped on her elbows to watch him, Holly
saw him slide the rubber condom over his erection, her chest rising
with quick excited movements. He looked beautiful—if you could say
that about a guy. In the dim light from the uncurtained window, he
was framed, all hard muscle and well-toned shoulders.

Sheathed, he climbed onto the bed from the foot.
Waiting for him, Holly reached up to pull him close.

“Prepared for battle, ma’am.” Levi said, resisting
her beckoning hand.

“Give over the chatter, Harper.” Holly yanked him
down, his chest colliding with hers.

“Hey, easy now.” He was clearly in a teasing mood
now.

Wiggling beneath the weight of his body, she closed
her eyes and gave herself over to the waves of passion rolling
through her.

Levi positioned himself in front of her. Gasping a
little, he hesitated, “Sure you don’t want to be on top?”

“Later,” she said, stroking over his yummy hips and
his tight butt. “Much later.”

He moved forward then and Holly felt the push of him
at her apex. “Yessssss,” she breathed out, rising up to meet him.
“Oh, yes.”

Stopping in his thrust, his jaw tight, he swept his
hands along her inner thighs. He lifted her knees a little and
thrust the rest of the way in. “Beautiful! God!”

Pushing into her, he bent to take her nipple in his
mouth. There was no more chatter then, their bodies moving in
rhythm, the push and pull ratcheting the jittery excitement along
her nerve endings. Again and again, he pushed into her, his hands
on her hips. He rocked against her tightness before pulling
out.

She felt him swell even larger inside her and Holly
cried out as the wave came crashing over her, her hands clutching
him close. “Harder, Levi. More!”

* * * * * * * * *

Levi’s body shuddered in release as he gasped
for air, gripping her hips to his. He could feel her spasms fading
away as he went flaccid inside her. “Damn.”

Holly fell back against the other pillow next
to him, still panting as she climbed off.

He stared sightlessly at the ceiling, his
hand reaching over to intertwine with hers. He couldn’t even think,
much less form a coherent sentence. This was the best sex of his
life…again.

“I don’t wish any bad on Steve,” he said,
“but thank God for my dad and your mom going to the hospital with
Margery.”

Beside him, Holly giggled. Giving a big sigh
of contentment, she said, “If this agenting thing doesn’t work out
for you. I have another job suggestion.”

He turned his head to look at her. “Thanks.
I’ll get a reference from you, if that ever becomes necessary.”

“I’ll be glad to give it.” She brought his
hand to her chest, holding him there against the quick rise and
fall of her ribs.

“Well, now we have a good Christmas memory,”
he said with a laugh. Lying next to her, he registered that there
wasn’t a tense bone in his body. He hadn’t said anything about his
change of heart regarding their parents and it bothered him now,
this little deceit with her.

“Yes, I could actually develop some enjoyment
of this season.” Holly brought his hand up briefly to her lips. “If
only we didn’t have zero in common, we could do this again.”

Not wanting to talk about their differences,
Levi just responded to the last part of her statement. “Before we
could do this again, I’m gonna need a breather. Possibly a shot of
B12.”

Again, she laughed and he rolled over on his
side to look at her. “You’re particularly beautiful when you
laugh.”

She raised an eyebrow. “So this is what a
girl needs to do to get a compliment out of you?”

“Yes,” he replied promptly. “And please feel
free to try to get compliments whenever you like.”

She looked up at him, her smile fading. “You
know they’re going to be home soon.”

“I know.” He dropped back on his pillow. Back
to disliking one another. Back to her knifing him in the back to
get one of his actors to do her documentary.

Silence ticked through the room, only broken
by the sound of flakes tapping at the window.

“I hope they don’t have any trouble driving
in this snow.” Holly looked over at the uncurtained window. “I
wouldn’t want them stranded on the road.”

“They grew up here. My dad knows how to drive
on the snow…better than I do.”

Holly snickered. “I hope so.”

In response, Levi pulled the pillow from
beneath his head and smashed it over her face. Holly squealed and
resisted, wrestling against the cushy weapon. He fought her for a
moment, struggling to smash the pillow over her head until he
pulled it away, dropping it beside the bed with one hand while he
lowered his head and thoroughly kissed her.

When he straightened, Holly breathlessly
said, “Well, that doesn’t settle anything, but it sure is fun!”

Shoving the pillow behind his head as he lay
back, he said, “Yes, it is.”

Only the snow ticking at the window glass
broke the silence.

“Levi? How did you ever get into this agent
thing?”

He looked over at her.

“Really. Serious question.” She lifted on one
elbow, looking at him as she waited.

He shrugged. “You’ll probably won’t have
difficulty believing this, but I’m a lawyer.”

“Lots of different specialties when you’re a
lawyer,” she said after a few minutes. “Why this?”

Scratching his jaw, he took a moment to
formulate his answer. “Okay. This has to be a secret between
us.”

Looking at him quizzically, she waited.

“Okay?”

Holly held up two fingers. “Scouts
honor.”

Levi grinned and shook his head. “You were
never a scout.”

“Would you prefer a pinkie-swear?” She
wiggled her pinkie finger.

He chuckled. He had to admit to himself that
he was getting attached to this documentary maker. He drew in a
deep breath and blew it out, saying in a rush.
“I-really-wanted-to-be-an-actor. There. I said it.”

Still propped next to him, Holly laughed.
“You didn’t. Really? You wanted to be an actor?”

She reached over and smoothed the back of her
hand over his face. “You’ve got the looks for it. Why didn’t you
give it a shot? Instead of going to law school.”

Feeling silly for having admitted to the
inclination, Levi admitted, “I like to eat.”

Holly lay back down next to him. “Most of us
have developed that habit—other than the sad anorexics among us,
and this profession seems to breed them. Lots of people make a
living acting.”

“Yes, but not a lot of people make much of a
living,” he retorted. This seemed so right, lying here naked with
her, just talking. He knew it wasn’t right—given the parent thing
and the Mac thing—but he couldn’t help how comfortable he felt with
Holly. She pissed him off and she made him laugh. Damn her.

“I also like driving nice cars,” he said.

“Me, too.” Her tone was wistful and dreamy.
“I actually like to drive really fast cars.”

He chuckled. “You? I thought fighting the
injustice in the world and sledding were your big pleasures.”

She ripped the pillow from beneath his head
and bopped him.

“Hey!” He put up his arm to defend
himself.

Lying back on the pillow, she admitted, “Even
those who fight injustice can still have a weakness. With the
damage fossil fuels have wrecked on our environment, I’m not proud
of having a car thing.”