Kissing Under the Mistletoe - By Marina Adair Page 0,75

nipping at the peak with his teeth. “Or here?”

“No, I meant—” But her hands were all over him, clawing at his chest, fisting in his hair, anything she could grab on to. Hot damn, the woman was sexy.

“Oh,” he mumbled against her skin as his other hand cupped her heat and gently squeezed. “Here.” This time it wasn’t a question but a statement. Instead of only her going mindless, all the blood left his brain and rushed south. “Christ, Regan. You’re soaked.”

“There. Right there.” Just the need in her voice was enough to make him embarrass himself. Then she moved against his hand, a sexy little sound coming up from the back of her throat. She did it again, pressing harder. The next was more frantic, almost desperate. “Gabe, I think I might—”

She had to be kidding. He had barely touched her. Hadn’t even slid inside yet and she was breathing like she was about to—

“Oh, God,” she panted, her head dropping back as she rolled her hips forward, grinding against his palm, bringing her skirt up to where he could almost see what he was cupping. He didn’t know what was more erotic, the knowledge that she was about to get off on his hand, or how he could see his hand disappear underneath her skirt but not see her.

“I need more.”

Damn right.

Gabe slid his other hand down the back of her thigh, hooking it around her knee, and gently brought her foot up and set it on his chair, the heel of her boot straddling the armrest. There went her skirt, up and over her ass, and he froze.

“Gabe, now. I’m almost there.” He could see it in the way her pupils were fully dilated and hear it in the need thickening her words. So was he and he was still fully clothed. Vixen, on the other hand...

“God, you are so damn beautiful,” he breathed, taking in the sight of her. Her hair was wet from the rain and tumbling down her back, her shirt was shoved up to her armpit, her skirt was bunched around her waist. And there, right on the inside of her hipbone, was that sexy tattoo. Only it wasn’t a bundle of holly, it was fucking mistletoe.

CHAPTER 12

Regan watched as Gabe’s mouth kissed its way down her hip, getting closer to the impact zone. With agonizing slowness, and a gentleness that stole the air from her lungs, he sucked and licked and kissed until her whole body tensed in anticipation, nerve endings stretching out to meet him.

Regan didn’t move, didn’t breathe, didn’t even beg him to hurry up. She couldn’t. Just like she couldn’t look away when he smiled up at her right before he ran his tongue in one long, thorough swipe straight up her center.

“Oh, God!” Heat shot though her, warming her entire body and making her stomach clinch. She’d known that he would be amazing—just the way he kissed was enough to tell her that. But amazing didn’t even begin to explain what he did to her body as he explored, sucking and teasing, until her legs were shaking so bad she thought they were going to buckle.

Gripping his shoulders for support, she moved restlessly against his mouth, wanting to get there. But Gabe seemed in no hurry. His hands tightened, holding her still as he worked his magic. And that mouth of his had enough magic to be considered a Christmas miracle all on its own.

Then his fingers joined the festivities, and Regan thought she would die from the pleasure. Tension built, making her back arch and hips push forward, striving toward an invisible finish line that she could feel was right there. Just out of reach.

Gabe finally picked up the pace, sliding a second finger inside her and bringing her so close all she had to do was press down and—

Her breath stopped, right there in her throat, making her vision blur and her mind turn to mush. Making her forget that she had a slew of costumes to stitch, that Holly wanted tacos for dinner, that she was out of milk, that she was naked on the balcony of a winery with a man buried between her legs where anyone could walk by and see.

None of that mattered, because in the moment of forgetting, she remembered that she was a woman. And nothing had felt this right in a long time.

And then her mind emptied as Gabe gave a final swirl and gently bit at her bundle