A Princess for Christmas - Jenny Holiday Page 0,85
But he leaned slowly. Despite what she’d just said, despite the shredded NDA, he wanted to make sure she was into this. In general, but also right here, right now.
In the queen’s cabin in the goddamn Eldovian Alps—and what even was his life?
The little sigh of relief she exhaled into his mouth as their lips touched told him that she was. Her lips were cold. So was her face, he discovered, when he peeled off his gloves and settled his hands on her cheeks. So he set to work heating her up, letting his mouth slide lazily from spot to spot, taking his time at the corner of her jaw, the juxtaposition of impossibly soft skin over sharp bone doing something to him, before migrating back to her mouth and licking into it. Their tongues stroked together, lazily at first but then with increasing urgency. She grabbed his parka like she wanted to pick him up, or—
Like she wanted to use him as a handle to lever herself onto his lap.
“Oh god,” he bit out as she straddled him. The sudden, exquisite pressure of her, even through all their layers of clothing was both welcome and insufficient.
“Leo,” she whispered, trying to kiss him and unwind her scarf at the same time. “Leo.”
“Yes,” he answered automatically as he helped her get the scarf off. “Yes.” He wasn’t even sure what he meant. Was he answering to his name? It felt more like he was acknowledging something she wasn’t saying, something his name stood in for.
She was grinding on him, like she had last time. He loved that she was doing it of her own accord, without the need for encouragement. Hell, he loved it, period. He thrust his hips up to meet her, and soon they were chest to chest—or parka to ridiculous red coat—rocking back and forth.
She started huffing short little pants that sounded familiar. She’d made those same noises last time, just before she’d come.
“Not yet,” he said gruffly, his body protesting as he lifted her off him.
She protested, too, a little whimper of displeasure that went to his ego and his dick in equal measure.
Normally, he would have exactly zero objections to a woman dry humping him until she got off. But this wasn’t what she wanted—or at least not the optimal version of what she wanted. He had listened carefully to her last night. She wanted him to talk dirty. She wanted to have sex.
And while they weren’t going to get naked and fuck right here in the subzero woods, he did sort of feel like he needed to up the ante a bit from yesterday.
“Shh,” he soothed as he guided Marie to lie on her back on the blanket, moving some of the food aside. He drew a focusing breath as he took in the sight of her, her cheeks pink, her pupils dilated despite the afternoon sun shining into the roofless cabin, her hair more out of today’s braid than in, loose tendrils fanned out against the gray blanket.
Leo was at a loss for how to proceed. Not because he didn’t have any ideas, but because he had too many ideas.
But that was actually an opportunity, in this particular instance, wasn’t it, given what she’d told him?
He could just ask her.
He started undoing the buttons of her coat. “I can’t decide what I want to do next. Should I make you come with my fingers or my mouth?”
She gasped.
He ignored her, peeling back the sides of her coat like he was opening a book. “I want to do both, but which do you think I should do?”
That got him another gasp but not an answer. He didn’t know if he was hoping for an answer or a not-answer. Not having a clear direction was turning out to be an awful lot of fun.
He considered getting rid of her sweater, but it was awfully cold. So he settled for shoving his hands up it. He slid them under the band of her bra, too, and cupped her breasts. They were soft, but tipped with hard little nubs that he rolled gently between his thumbs and forefingers. “Oh, no!” she cried.
Shit. He pulled his hands off her immediately. How had he made that much of a miscalculation? He’d been sure she was enjoying herself.
“No.” She reached for his hands and settled them on her bare stomach. “I don’t want you to stop. I just didn’t want to come too soon.”