A Billionaire's Holiday Love - Posey Parks Page 0,24
the middle console.
“No. Tonight was about me and you. If his feelings were crushed in the process.” Noah shrugged.
“You don’t mean that.”
“Hope, I do.”
I sipped my hot chocolate, then sat it in the cup holder.
“My ass is warming up.”
He tossed his hat into the backseat and slipped his fingers through his hair. “Can’t believe I wore that stupid hat.”
Noah turned in his seat, facing me. He gripped my chin and guided me closer.
“I can’t believe you actually skated with me.”
His tongue darted across my lips. “Like I said, I do things for you I’d never do for anyone else.”
Noah’s eyes studied my face before he sucked on my lower lip, drawing a moan from me.
“I’ve been dying to feast on these lips.”
I shoved my tongue into his mouth as I gripped the front of his coat. Our tongues danced and the melody ‘Christmas time is here’ played in my head.
I’d love to listen to that song while I laid in his arms later tonight.
My lips chased his, begging for more. I loved how his lips devoured mine.
“Fuck, Noah,” I purred.
“Unbutton your jeans. Pull your panties and jeans under your ass.”
My eyes widened as I stared deep into his sex filled eyes.
“No, people can see us.”
His brows lowered. “They can barely see us kissing. We aren’t under a street lamp. Hope, you can either do what I asked or I’ll do it. And if I do, you’ll ride home naked from the waist down.”
“You didn’t ask. Noah, you demanded.”
“Hope, I want you to come all over my hand then watch me lick my fingers clean.”
“Well, since you put it like that,” I swallowed.
My pussy pulsated. I wasted no time shoving my jeans and panties down my thighs.
“Don’t look around. Keep your eyes on me.” He nipped at my lips again as his fingers slipped along my clit.
“Nice and wet,” he groaned against my lips.
I couldn’t remember the last time a man made me wet.
Caressing his beard with one hand, I gripped his arm as he slid a finger inside me.
“Oh, Noah,” I moaned.
“I’ll never tire of hearing you call my name. Come for me.” His finger grazed my clit, sending me over the edge. I gripped his arm tighter as I exploded all over his hand. Noah withdrew his hand, and I watched intently as he licked each glistening finger clean.
“You’re my tasty gum drop.”
I pressed my lips against his. “I love that I am. That was perfect, Noah.”
He flashed a wide smile, then fixed my clothes.
“It was. On to massaging those shoulders.”
I pecked his lips. “Yes.”
Later that night, I strolled toward a shirtless Noah.
“It’s nice and warm in here.”
He nodded.
I inhaled the champagne scented candle I bought earlier today that flickered on the coffee table. The lemon and jasmine hung in the air, giving the cabin a homey feeling.
He glanced out the window. “The snow’s really coming down out there. We may be snowed in for a few days. Might work in our favor. We have tons of work to get done. The faster we finish we can enjoy our cabins’.”
“I can’t wait.” Sitting beside him, I crossed my legs on the brown fur throw.
“I hope it’s ok I laid your throw on the floor.”
“Yes, it’s perfect.” Staring at the blue and orange flames, I felt his eyes on me.
“Do you like the candles I bought?” The kitchen light poured into the living room.
“I love that it doesn’t smell like pine trees in here. Smells nice.”
His back rested on the side of the sofa. “Sit in my lap.”
“A short red and black flannel night gown. Cute.”
“It’s not. But it’s all I had. Packing sexy lingerie wasn’t a part of my plan.”
I plucked off my elf slippers and sat them a side before sitting between his long legs.
“Orange thermal pants. Nice.”
“Thanks.” His fingertips brushed across my skin. “I’ve waited to see these cinnamon thighs.”
I chuckled. “So you don’t miss my Ms. Clause robe?”
“Not at all.” Noah slipped the top button through the hole of my gown, and his lips melted against my shoulder blade before he sat up straight. He drove his fingers into my shoulders.
“Yes, right there, Noah. I needed this. I’ll massage your shoulders next.”
His teeth grazed my cheek.
“We need two large trees for our living rooms.”
He removed his mouth. “Not for my house.”
“You can’t say you want to be with me and not want a tree.”
“Hope, I’ll buy a tree for your house. But I don’t want one.”
I smacked my lips and thrust forward in an effort to