All I Want For Christmas Is You - Penelope Ward Page 0,31
rushing of blood in my ears. The damn elf costume was suddenly way too hot. The stockings chafing.
“It doesn’t matter,” Reid said.
“What doesn’t?”
“The applications. I’ve already chosen your replacement.”
That damn hurt shoved its way through, confusing me all the more. Why was he saying that when he looked like he was ready to devour me?”
“Oh?” I frowned.
He nodded and prowled across the room to me. I sucked in a breath as he cupped my hips in his hands and began pushing me backward. I stumbled a little at first, but then dazedly allowed him to move me across the room, my silly elf shoes jingling all the way.
Until my arse hit his desk.
I was panting now at the unadulterated desire in his eyes.
“I’ve decided to replace Evan Munro with Santa’s Little Helper.” He smirked, bending his head toward mine.
Wait!
What was happening here?
Yanking myself out of the sexual fog he so easily cast over me, I pushed against his chest, stopping his descent. His brow furrowed, his eyes questioning.
“Don’t,” I said, almost pleading and hating myself for it. “I can’t be just a casual fuck to you.”
Reid’s expression hardened with anger. He wrapped his hand around my nape, a possessive, territorial, claiming gesture that secretly bloody thrilled me. “Is that what you think of me?”
Trying to control my breathing and failing, I whispered, “You said I was too young. That we couldn’t because of Patrick.”
“I was a damn fool,” he said hoarsely, his lips almost brushing mine. “I can’t let you go. I can’t stop thinking about you.” His gaze moved from my mouth to meet mine, and his grip on my nape tightened. “You’re all I think about, Evan. You’ve driven me to goddamn distraction. If I don’t get inside you soon, I’m going to lose my mind.”
“But—”
“It’s not just sex,” he cut me off. “You’re in my blood. I’ve never felt this way about anyone.”
Just like that, all my defenses crumbled.
Exultation gleamed in Reid’s eyes as he read my expression. He massaged my nape, sending shivers down my spine. His lips brushed mine and he commanded, “Spread your legs, Ev.”
I made a sound like, “Gah,” from the back of my throat as arousal flushed through me, and I slowly spread my legs.
Just like that, whatever control Reid had snapped. He crushed his mouth down on mine, his kiss voracious, his tongue exploring, chasing mine. It was the deepest, dirtiest fucking kiss of my life, and I loved it.
I clung to his waist, trying to draw him closer, to feel him between my legs.
As we kissed, he reached beneath my petticoat and tore at the stockings. I broke away, panting, “My costume!”
“The costume is indecent,” he replied, nipping at my lips, trying to pull me back into the kiss as he yanked the tights down my thighs.
“It’s the most demure elf costume ever!”
Reid pulled back, scowling. “Every time you bend over that fucking Christmas tree, your skirt flies up. Every father in that line got a view of your spectacular arse, and Santa wasn’t doing a very good job of hiding how much he was enjoying himself.”
“This costume is ridiculous,” I argued.
“Yes, and yet somehow I’ve been fighting a hard on ever since I first saw you in it.” Reid reached down and pulled off my elf shoes. My tights followed suit.
“Reid!” I braced my hands on his shoulders for balance.
“Please tell me your wet,” he practically begged as he coasted his hands along my thighs and curled his finger beneath my underwear.
“I’m always wet for you,” I whispered, almost mournfully.
Whatever he heard in my tone stopped him. He cupped my face with his other hand, his thumb brushing my mouth. “How long?”
I knew what he was asking.
“Since I was thirteen,” I admitted, knowing there was no point hiding it now. I’d loved him in some way or another since I was a kid.
His expression was so tender, if I could have melted any more I would have been a puddle of feels at his feet. “Patrick is going to kill me,” he replied hoarsely.
I stiffened.
Reid shook his head. “But you’re worth it, Ev.”
Just like that, I couldn’t wait. I needed him. Now.
I told him as much, fumbling at the slim leather belt looped through his black suit pants.
We were frantic; hot skin and searching hands. Reid took over releasing himself, while I shimmied out of my underwear and kicked them across the room.