A Kiss for Christmas Page 5

  Fuck.

  I growl, dipping my head, biting and licking at her neck as I reach lower, sliding up her thigh, finding the blazing heart of her, so wet and ready. She lifts her head to meet my eyes. Her cheeks are flushed, her eyes bright and dazed, liquid with desire. So alive. So beautiful. So fucking beautiful.

  I slowly stroke across her tender skin.

  Lacey’s mouth drops open in a silent gasp. I hold her gaze, seeing everything, every tremor that rolls across her face as I stroke again, slow, deep circles, over and over that make Lacey whimper and writhe in my arms.

  Jesus. I’ve never been so turned on in my life, watching her feel this, sending her closer to the edge. She’s tight, so wet I could lose myself here forever, but I want more, my whole body is demanding more. All of her. Now.

  I lock my arm around her waist and then kick off for the side of the pool, moving us to the shallow water. I lift her body, laying her out beneath me on the steps. Her skin glistens with the water, luscious curves temping me in the moonlight, but I force myself to take a ragged breath and hold back.

  Not yet, not yet.

  I kiss her, deep, running a possessive hand over her skin, from the curve of her neck down over her breasts, tracing, teasing, until Lacey is moaning into my mouth, her body bucking under my touch. I trace lower, back to that wet, aching spot that makes her tremble, stroking her again and again so she’s panting and undone. I want to turn her inside out, make her beg for me. I want her crazy and wanting, as reckless as she’s made me.

  “Daniel!”

  Her voice echoes in a desperate cry as I close my lips around her nipple and suck.

  Fuck. She feels so good, pert and sweet in my mouth. I flick my tongue against her nipple and she cries out again, her body rising against my hands, tense and aching. She’s close, I can feel it in the quick pants of her breaths, the sound of her moans. My cock aches, my whole body is a haze of lust, and I swear, I’ve never felt so fucking alive, driving her wild here in the hushed blue light.

  I need her.

  I kiss her mouth again, hard, branding myself on her lips. I keep stroking between us, relentless, finding that secret spot, the tender nub, gently tormenting her with my fingers over and over until she’s writhing and crazy.

  Then I stop.

  Lacey’s eyes flash open. She whimpers with need, but I hold back, braced above her, feeling her body clench and buck against my hand. I watch her gorgeous face, feeling a surge of power that could blot out the sun.

  I’m making her feel this way. I’m the one driving her wild. My hands, my body.

  Lacey moans again, needy, and I gasp for air. The desire crashing through me is a revelation, something wild and primal, from a dark, dangerous place inside me I never even knew existed. I want to throw her down and bury myself inside her, over and over. I want to fuck her brains out, until I’m the only one, the only one she ever wants.

  I want to own her, completely.

  Mine.

  The thought slips through the haze of lust, but I don’t have time to register it, not when I’m about two seconds from losing all control. I let out a groan, lowering my mouth to claim hers again, and stroking between her thighs, swift strong circles against her, feeling her body rise to me again until I slide one, then two fingers deep inside her.

  Lacey moans.

  I feel her body clench around me and I’m lost, undone, spiraling out into some other reality where nothing matters but her taste and flesh and shuddering skin and the pulse of me, inside her, curling higher until I find it, there, just right, and she she shatters with a cry.

  Jesus.

  I catch my breath, dizzy. My mind is still black with lust and I know, I can’t take it anymore, not a single second more without burying my cock inside her, hard and fast. I position myself above her body, parting her thighs wider, ready to slam myself in her body and send her to heaven again—

  “Hey!” A foreign shout splinters through my haze. “You, over there!”

  Lacey

  I jerk my head up in time to see light blazing through an open door at the other end of the pool. A security guard shines his torch over towards us, paused, uncertain.

  “Fuck!” Daniel curses. My orgasm is still pulsing through me, a giddy heaven in my veins, but I manage to roll out from under him in a flash and dive for our pile of discarded clothing. Daniel seems frozen, unsure what to do, and I realize that a good boy like him would probably wait around and surrender rather than run.

  “Move!” I yell, tossing him his sweats and taking off for the door, my heart racing like thunder in my chest.

  “Wait, get back here!” The guard yells, breaking into a run, but we don’t stop. I dart out the side door like my feet are on fire, clutching my dress to my naked body. Daniel slams it shut behind us and takes off after me as I heads for the elevator.

  I stab the button, yanking my dress over my head. My underwear is still somewhere back by the pool, and I feel a pang for those cute panties, but that’s quickly replaced by panic as the guard emerges from the pool area, huffing for breath. He sees us down the hall here, and starts towards us.

  I hit the button again, “Come on, come on …”

  “Take the stairs!” Daniel calls. He grabs my hand and yanks me after him as he sprints for the stairwell. He throws the door open and pulls me through, racing up the stairs two at a time.

  The sight of his naked ass bouncing up the stairs is too much for me. The craziness of the situation hits me all at once, and I stop, suddenly overcome with laughter. “Wait, wait!” I exclaim, gasping.

  He turns to check if I’m OK, but I can’t stop laughing. “Which floor are we on?” I ask, through spluttering laughter.

  Daniel stares back, blank for a minute, and I realize my dress is clinging to my damp body, my hair wet against my face.

  “I … don’t know!” He starts laughing too, clutching his bunched up sweats over his naked crotch.

  “Oh God!” I shake, clutching the railing for support. He fumbles in the bundle of clothing to find our keycard. “Four oh six!” he declares.

  “Shit” I yank his hand, still giggling. “We’re going the wrong way!”

  I pull him back downstairs again in a mad dash, our bare feet thumping on the carpet and our laughter echoing into the stairwell. We burst through the door on the fourth floor, and I barely have a chance to register a shocked-looking older couple by the elevators before Daniel throws open our door and we pile into the room, slamming it shut behind us.

  I collapse on the bed with a gasp. “Oh my god! I thought for sure we were busted. If he’d come in just ten seconds earlier …” I send up silent thanks that the security guard didn’t interrupt the best goddamn orgasm of my life. “I can’t believe we just did that!”

  Daniel gapes, leaning back against the door. “It was your idea!” He protests.

  “I said skinny dipping,” I correct him. “The rest was all you!”

  “Not everything …”

  Our eyes lock, and suddenly, my laughter dies in my throat. My body shivers with awareness, my heart pounding loud. I’m suddenly aware of everything: us, alone in the small hotel room. Wet and breathless and practically naked.

  Daniel.

  After all this time. Here, with me.

  My breath catches, just looking at him. My pulse races with a new nervous rhythm. After what we just did, I shouldn’t feel so awkward around him. I’ve tasted him, felt his hands on my body, cried out for more … But what happened down at the pool — that felt like a dream to me. The hush of the empty room, the soft lap of the water on our bodies … It wasn’t real, like something from my most secret fantasies come to life.

  Now, here? This is for real.

  Daniel slowly walks towards the best. My body tightens with anticipation. I’d dreamed about what he’d be like, but nothing had been as sweet as the feel of his body between my thighs, and the havoc he wreaked with his fingers. Jesus. I can still feel the golden haze of my orgasm drifting
through my veins, but already, I want him all over again. More of him.

  All of him.

  Daniel pauses, standing above me. “Your turn,” he says slowly.

  I blink, my mind empty. “What?”

  “Truth or dare?”

  My heart stops. There’s no way I can risk telling him anything true, not with my defenses stripped all the way back, my mind scattered and reeling with lust.

  “Dare,” I tell him, my eyes never leaving his.

  Daniel gives me a wicked smile, and I swear, I’ve never seen him like this: so powerful and deliberate. He always seemed so gentle and polite around Juliet, I never for a moment guessed he could have this darker, dominant side lurking beneath all those preppy Oxford shirts. It thrills me right to the core, shooting wild sparks through my bloodstream as he takes another step towards me, cocking his head to trace his gaze over my body: a burning, possessive stare.

  “Take off your dress.”

  “Is that the dare?” I try to claw back control of this situation — I’ve let go too much already, I can tell. Down at the pool, I forgot myself, I let the magic of the moment sweep me away into pure pleasure, but now, I have to remember: he’s not mine. He’ll never be mine. This is only for tonight, and if I’m going to make it out with my heart intact, I need to keep it hidden.

  Daniel shakes his head. “Think of it as part one,” his eyes flash hotly. “Do it.”

  I bite my lip, teasing him as I rock forwards onto my knees. I slowly pull up the skirt and shimmy the damp fabric over my head, tossing it aside in a whisper of silk.

  Daniel reaches the edge of the bed and lets his sweatshirt drop, so he’s standing naked in front of me.

  I inhale in a shiver. He’s breathtaking. Taut muscle, slim and powerful. I drink in the sight of him, the curve of his abs, the spiral of dark hair going lower …

  Oh.

  He’s hard, thick and gorgeous and ready for me. Daniel’s lip quirk with a smile. I move forwards, reaching for him, wanting to tease and taste him, now, but he steps back.

  “Don’t move.”

  I stop, confused.

  “That’s your dare,” he continues, power flashing in his eyes. “Don’t move.”

  My heart races, but I do as he says. I settle back on my heels and wait, bared and naked to him on the bed.

  Daniel’s eyes devour me. His expression is dark, so full of lust it makes me clench, feeling the heat and wetness pool between my open thighs. My nipples tighten, and my whole body trembles, waiting for him, sizzling with anticipation.

  Slowly, slowly, Daniel’s gaze slides back up to meet my eyes. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he says, his voice hoarse with desire.

  I shudder, barely breathing.

  “Show me,” he growls. “Show me where you want me.”

  Oh God.

  I gulp for air, shaking under the intensity of his stare as he looms over me, poised, watching.

  I slowly trace one hand across my stomach. “Here,” I whisper, feeling shy. The electricity in the air between us shimmers and crackles, my heartbeat pounding so loud in my chest it’s the only thing I can hear, a constant as the waves of desire rise through my body, a craven surge.

  I trace higher, up to my breast. “And here …” I watch Daniel’s jaw clench as I stroke across the sensitive swell. I catch my breath, shivering under my own touch, slowly circling my tender nipple, my eyes fixed on his.

  Daniel doesn’t say a word, but his hand goes to his cock, stroking it, slow.

  Fuck.

  I’m so turned on, I can barely see straight. I slide my hand lower, down over my breasts and my belly, imagining it’s his hands on me, touching, stroking. Lower, lower.

  Oh …

  Daniel lets out another groan, still watching me, just a few feet away.

  “I want you here,” I breathe. I spread my knees open wider, displaying myself to him as I stroke, featherlight. I moan, softly circling the tender nub, then delving lower, to the wet, aching heart of me. “I want you, inside me,” I gasp, shocked to find myself close to the edge again, so aroused by his eyes on me, his iron control. Watching, forbidden.

  “Right here,” I gasp, stroking myself, circling higher but wanting him, needing him. “God, Daniel, I need you.”

  Daniel’s eyes flash, but doesn’t move. He clenches his jaw and breathes a ragged breath, his voice low. “What’s the magic word?”

  “Please!” My voice breaks with desire, desperate. “Daniel, please!”

  He lunges, closing the distance between us with a growl. He grabs my arm and throws me down on the bed, slamming me back into the mattress as the weight of his body covers mine and his mouth captures mine in a harsh crescendo of a kiss.

  Yes!

  I arch up against him, dizzy, clawing at his back and bucking against his body. I feel possessed, delirious with need, a kind of fervent hunger thrumming through me like I’ve never known. The pledge I made just moments ago to stay in control is gone, shattered in the face of this desire, how my body cries out for his touch.

  Daniel grinds his hips into me and I gasp to feel him, so hard between my thighs. I reach between us and close my hand around his cock, feeling the hot steel of him, leaping to my touch. Daniel groans against my mouth, devouring me, his tongue plunging deep as we roll across the bed in a breathless, hungry tangle of flesh and limbs and aching need.

  I gasp for air, drowning, my whole body alight the desire, his hands branding me with every touch. He rolls us again, rising up above me, and my heart stops to see him like this: magnificent and unleashed. His eyes flash, wild, his face is a mask of desire as he yanks my thighs wider and sweeps a possessive hand across me again, making me cry out at the flash of pleasure spiraling out from his electric touch.

  I reach for him, desperate, but Daniel grabs my wrists and forces them up above my head, pressing me down beneath him, his fingertips biting into my skin. I moan, writhing against his restraint, but he captures my jaw with his other hand, forcing me to look up, straight into his eyes.

  My heart stops. The world contracts. He holds me, watching, his eyes blazing deep into mine as he positions himself at my entrance and waits one moment, then two, then then just when I’m sobbing, gasping, feeling like I might die without his cock inside me, he slams into me with one hard, deep stroke.

  Fuck.

  I come undone, the last threads of conscious thought snapping clean away as I feel him take me over. His eyes are unwavering, blazing, his body pinning me down, all of him everywhere, inside me. Everywhere. Owning me.

  I cry out, rising up to meet him, locking my legs around his waist to take him deeper, feeling the spark of friction as his hips thrust against me, and oh, the deep stroke of him, filling me up, so deep, so fucking good. Daniel pulls back, then plunges into me again, precise and slow, stroking me inside out, over and over until I’m helpless, grasping, the pleasure circling higher, hitting tighter, almost more than I can stand. Our hands are locked now, fingers intertwined, matching each other thrust for thrust as I loose myself in him, in those eyes, this sensation that’s more than I could ever dream, like he’s inside my head, inside my very soul, giving and demanding and pulling me higher, beyond myself, towards the very edge of the world.

  Daniel rolls us again, and now I’m on my knees astride him, bearing down, feeling every shock and wave of pleasure as I rock against him, feeling him so deep inside, just right, hitting there, oh God, that spot that sets the world on fire. I can hear our cries, mingling, feel the hot slick of his body against me, every sense alive and drowning in him, only him. He reaches up, caressing my breasts, pinching and rolling at my nipples in sharp shocks as I rock faster, falling, spiraling closer. Daniel’s hand slides to where our bodies meet, and fuck, now he’s stroking in time with my rhythm, the pleasure surrounding me, inside and out. I want to stop, it’s too much, but I can’t, something in me is stronger, dark and craving, driving me on, thick with silver in my veins.

  Our eyes lock and God,
the look on his face makes my heart stop: the naked desire there, worshipping. Adoring. He’s all I ever wanted, and in this moment, we belong to each other. Right here, only now.

  Mine.

  I pause, wanting to hold onto this, needing the fragile moment to last — be something real, something solid I can treasure forever, but Daniel rocks up against me, hard, hitting me so deep I can’t take it anymore. I come, shattering into stardust with a scream as pleasure slams through me, over and over again. I hear an animal roar echo as Daniel thrusts inside me, and then he’s shuddering, clinging to me, coming undone in my arms.

  I fall against him, into the velvet darkness, and I know, I’ve just made the biggest mistake of my life.

  He’s all I’ll ever want. Only him.

  And he’ll never be mine.

  Daniel

  I wake up in a haze, feeling like I just run a marathon. Every muscle aches, and for a moment I wonder what the hell happened to me. Then I roll over, yawning, and there she is: curled up asleep in my old college T-shirt, her hair splayed out across the pillow, her chest rising and falling with steady breaths, looking so beautiful it takes my breath away.

  Lacey.

  Everything that happened last night slams back into my brain. The bar, the shots, the skinny dipping …

  The sex.

  My god, the sex.

  I sit up, careful not to disturb her. My mind is reeling, remembering what we did, just how fucking good she felt. The slide of her body beneath me, the taste of her skin, the wild sound she made, begging me for more. The look in her eyes when I surged inside her, and she couldn’t hold herself back from the edge anymore …

  I’ve never felt anything like it.