A Very Venom Christmas - Kristine Allen Page 0,8

of my hand grazed the swell of her tits, and I cursed inside.

With my free hand, I grabbed paper towels from the roll and pressed them to the top of her shirt.

“I can get it,” she whispered, but her voice caught. We both had our eyes trained on the front of her shirt. I cleared my throat and removed my hands. She took over, and I experienced the weirdest ache in my chest. Something I wasn’t sure I’d ever had happen to me.

The scent of her arousal rolled over me like a wave, and I groaned under my breath as I fought the need to pull her against me. “Don’t.”

“Don’t what?” Her deer in the headlights expression belied the thick lust sending her heart rate into overdrive.

“You don’t want this,” I said with a shake of my head.

She blinked a few times, then I saw the resolve hit her a split second before I sensed it.

“Maybe I do,” she uttered with conviction.

“Fuck,” I muttered as I squeezed my eyes closed. “This is such a bad idea.”

Not sure if I was trying to convince myself or her, I sucked in a deep breath, then boldly stared into her soul. I raked my teeth over my bottom lip, catching my piercings before I gave in.

I knew it was a mistake, but I convinced myself it was only one night.

“Fuck it.” My hand gripped her hair, and I dipped my head to capture her lush lips with mine. It was explosive, and her emotions were amplified by my own, sending my need into something insane.

Her mouth opened, and when my tongue stole inside, hers tangled with mine before her teeth nipped my top lip. I tasted the rich coffee on her tongue, and it only added to exotic spice.

One hand in her hair and one clutching her ass, I lifted as she jumped to wrap her legs around mine. If I could’ve melded her body to mine, I would’ve. I couldn’t get close enough, and I wanted her clothes off immediately.

Grinding against her, I sat her ass on the table.

When we parted for air, I moved to her jaw, tracing my teeth and kisses down her neck. Minimal movement had her wet shirt on the floor. Her tits tasted of coffee as I trailed my tongue over the top curve and into her cleavage.

Desperate fingers pulled my beanie off, and it joined her shirt on the floor. Her fingers laced through my hair and tugged. With a growl, I bit her nipple through the plain cotton bra. Her needy groan spurred me onward.

Deftly, my fingers unbuttoned her pants and started to tug them off while I also unsnapped her bra, freeing her to my seeking tongue. Sucking on first one nipple, then the other, I drew back and pushed on her chest to lay her back.

“Lift,” I ordered her as I grabbed the waist of her jeans. She did, and they quickly hit the floor.

Startled eyes met mine. “We can go to the bedroom, you know,” she said before she gasped when my mouth trailed the skin at the top of her panties. My hand was freeing my cock when she tensed.

Pausing, I looked up at her. “Look, this is two people who wanna fuck. Nothing more, nothing less. I don’t need a bed to stick my dick in you and make you come like you’ve never done before.”

Second thoughts skittered through her eyes, and I felt it ripple through me. Sensing her withdrawal, I stood. I’d started to right my jeans when she grabbed my wrist, and I hissed in a breath at her touch.

“Wait.”

I waited. One brow raised, I cocked my head to tell her I was still waiting.

“Don’t stop,” she finally whispered.

With a growl, I ripped off her panties and slid my thumb through the wet slit of her needy pussy. When I pushed the tip of it in, she raised her hips with a whiny mewl. Something broke loose in me at that noise, and it was like a rubber band ball unraveling.

“Baby, you just woke up the beast, and there is no way it’s going back to sleep now.” Desperate need like I hadn’t before experienced hit me, and I lined my cock up. Two shallow strokes to wet the end, and I thrust in balls deep.

“Oh my God! Yes,” she panted out as her hands gripped the edge of the tabletop.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” I said through gritted teeth. Nothing had ever felt so goddamn good in my