Kissing Under the Mistletoe - By Marina Adair Page 0,77
his breath tickled her ear, making her shiver again—but for a whole different reason. “Don’t read, don’t think, don’t figure, Regan. Just feel.”
His hands slid up to cup her breasts and feel she did.
His skin felt hot, telling her just how cold it must be, but she didn’t move away; if anything, she leaned into his touch. Giving herself over to the experience—and to Gabe—she dropped her head back against his shoulder and blocked out everything but his touch.
His mouth worked hot open-mouthed kisses along her neck and spine while his hands worked her into a frenzy. He bent a little at the knees, and when he stood back up his erection slid between her legs from behind. He eased across her, pulled back, and eased across her swollen flesh again, releasing a low “Ohhhh” from her lips. He kept up the pace until she was helplessly panting and her body felt like it was too small to hold in all of the pressure.
“You. Inside me,” she whispered, reaching around with both hands and digging her nails into his ass. “Right now.”
“Best idea you’ve ever had.” He tightened his grip on her hips and, in one fluid motion, Regan found herself turned around and seated on an oak barrel, Gabe nudging his way between her thighs.
He tore open the condom packet that appeared out of nowhere, which meant she was getting an A+ in the “no thinking” department. He slid it on and Regan attempted to help. Attempted being the operative word, since she spent most of her time teasing and kissing. But he gave her a resounding A+ in that department too. He also gave her a kiss that almost knocked her right off the barrel.
He slid her forward, placed her feet on the edge of the barrel beneath, and in one smooth, gentle slide, seated himself fully inside of her. Shocked at how perfect he felt inside of her, Regan let out a sigh of contentment. Even began to wonder if they had been building toward this moment their entire lives. It sounded ridiculous since they hardly even knew each other, but something about this moment felt so right.
“God, you feel”—he pulled out slightly and rolled back in—“so fucking incredible.” He filled her again, picking up the pace until the world shifted beneath her. Literally.
“Gabe, the barrels,” she moaned, not really caring if they came tumbling down, as long as he didn’t stop until she came tumbling down.
“Shit,” he said. “Wrap your legs around me.”
She did and found herself pressed against the cold stone of the wall, Gabe never breaking the connection. He felt so good, Regan didn’t even mind the freezing wall or the stones pressing into her back. Her hand roved everywhere, and her legs squeezed with everything that she had. All she could do was feel Gabe’s lips on her neck, his body slam in and out of her until everything went black and she couldn’t feel anything.
She heard Gabe moan her name and he followed her into a floating oblivion. When she came back to herself, he looked up at her and smiled. “Now the chaise.”
She thought he meant for another round, maybe two. Instead he walked them over to the chaise and placed her on the cushion, only to crawl in next to her, hold her close. He pulled her hair off of her shoulder and placed little kisses on her spine.
“I’ve been dreaming about that for years.” He pulled the fuzzy blanket over them.
“Years?” She turned over to face him so she could smack his chest. Which she did. All six of his packs. “You mean weeks.”
“Years.” He trapped her hand against his chest with his, the expression on his face serious. “Now, you want to argue some more or can we take a nap?”
“Did you hear that?” Regan whispered. And if she was talking about all those sexy little noises she was making a little while ago, his answer was yes. But he was too spent to talk, so he shifted closer, smelled gingerbread, and tightened his arms.
“Gabe, I’m serious.” She elbowed him.
“So am I,” he said, eyes firmly shut but still managing to find all her curvy spots with his hands. He pulled her to him, loving how she gasped when she discovered he was already hard. “I take this problem very seriously. And think it is our duty to solve it.”
At that she smacked his chest. “Someone is coming. And I have to get my clothes.”