The Broody Brit for Christmas (Holiday Springs #1) - M.J. Fields Page 0,38
break free, unless I act quickly.
I follow the line of his V to the tip of his cock that’s sticking out of the waistband of his boxer briefs, and he groans.
I kiss his chest before dropping to my knees, but his hands leave my face and take a firm but gentle hold of my biceps. Gently, he pulls me back.
Mortified, I whisper, “Oh, God, I’m—”
“Don’t you dare mistake my being a gentleman for me not wanting you. My fucking balls are on fire, my cock dripping with precum. But I want this for real and not just an escape.”
I want to beg him to let this happen. I feel desperate—every ounce of heat in my body pools at my core. I’m shaking. “Then fuck me.”
“We should talk about—”
“We talked all night.”
He takes my chin in his hand, firmly but gently, and forces me to look at him. “I’m not a child who needs to tend to my own needs before yours. I know how badly we want each other, but I can’t have you waking up tomorrow miserable. You’re upset tonight.”
“And I’m not a child who needs you to tell me what I can or cannot do. Or what I want, or don’t want.”
My words end when his hands take my face, and his full, soft lips drop down on mine, and he kisses me in a way I have never even dreamed of being kissed.
His lips are devouring, gluttonous, and greedy. He kisses me like he’s starved for… me.
I shouldn’t be so presumptuous, but I feel its truth, and I only know it’s true because I feel it, too. I feel like I’ve been starved for a kiss like this my entire life.
His hands grip my hair, hard, as he groans, deepening the kiss.
Dizzy, I grab his shoulders to steady myself as his kiss now ebbs for just a moment as he releases my hair, and I feel two firm hands cupping my ass right before he lifts me up.
His mouth against mine, never breaking our connection fully, he demands, “Wrap those sexy legs around my waist and hold on.”
His kiss becomes harder, nearly punishing as he begins to stalk toward the stairs. His hardness rubs against me as we move, and I squeeze my pussy so hard I feel like I’m about to pass out.
His lips never leave mine as he takes the stairs at an alarming pace, but the moment I fear he may drop me is but fleeting, and then I feel my back hit a wall.
Kissing me harder, deeper, uninhibited, and so damn hot that I feel the wetness of my desire slicken and slide against his rock-hard abs, I whimper at the contact.
His long, lean muscular body slams against me, and I can feel the outline of his cock thick, hard as he grinds against my core. The feeling... euphoric.
I expect him to stop kissing me, to fuck me against the wall right here and right now, but he doesn’t.
His lips, my God, his lips. “Please,” I beg, right before his tongue swirls in my mouth, driving me insane with desire.
“Christ,” he groans. “You taste so damn good.”
He steps back, pushes the door to the side, and enters his bedroom.
“Come with me. Now.”
It’s not a statement. The delivery and the tone tell me it’s a promise.
As soon as we enter, my back hits his bed, and he’s right; it is soft. Definitely the softest place I have ever landed.
“I’m not on the pill.”
“Not gonna need to be. Not tonight,” he growls as his hands slide under me, pushing my body toward the headboard—at least I think it’s the headboard—the only light in here is coming from the streetlight below.
Hovering above me, he softly presses his lips to mine and rubs them back and forth as he inhales deeply.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.”
“And you're incredibly sexy,” I whisper. “And huge, so just—”
His deep, low laugh against my lips stops me, and he murmurs between soft kisses, “I promise you. I will not hurt you. Not tonight.”
And then he pushes his body up and kneels between my legs that are spread just enough for him to do so.
“When I saw these knickers,” he hooks his thumbs under the fabric of my G-string, “all I could think of doing was ripping them off of you.”
“Do it now,” I whisper, shocked at the words leaving my lips tonight. I have never, EVER talked like this in bed.
“Not a chance.” He bends down and kisses the soft skin of my