The Broody Brit for Christmas (Holiday Springs #1) - M.J. Fields Page 0,40
of the day, I am who I am.”
He lifts my chin with his thumb, and I look up at him. “And that’s a beautiful thing. I like who you are, Nikki. And you belong here.”
I shake my head.
“I won't hurt you.”
“This is all too much, too soon.”
“I disagree. When I saw you, I knew.”
I shrug, nestling into the covers. “Maybe you were just horny?”
He smiles. God, his smile, even in the dark, or maybe because of the dark, brightens everything around him.
“I’ve not starved my sexual appetite.” He runs his hand down between my breasts and then his thumb across my nipple.
“Probably not the best thing to say to the woman you’re trying to woo.”
“Trying to?” He chuckles. “Let’s be honest here. Our attraction is undeniable, our chemistry off the charts, our kiss… bloody amazing.” He rubs his lips across mine while pinching my nipple. “And even if you were too afraid to admit to that, there’s no way you can deny that my tongue hasn’t just become as necessary as a glass of wine at the end of the night. I'm telling you right now, the taste of your pussy is mine. And, baby,” he lifts a lock of my hair between his fingers, “you wait until you feel my cock inside of your tight little pussy. It’ll become yours exclusively and more addictive than heroin. But understand, the only dealer is me.”
Oh. My. God.
He kisses me again, this time harder, and when it breaks abruptly, he groans and then starts to get out of the bed and I realize how selfish I have been.
“I think I owe you something.”
“We’ve had one date, and I need to make sure you know I’m a man of my word. So, until date number three—”
I feel bolder than I have in years. “I do have some oral skills, too.” My voice comes out sweeter than I hoped.
“No doubt you do, but I’ve used every ounce of self-control I have. And I'm going to guess that the minute you’re on your knees, you won’t be there too long because I can’t taste those lips if they’re wrapped around my cock.”
He walks across the room and opens a door, then flicks on a light. I push up on my elbows and watch as he pulls his boxers off, giving me a fantastic view of the most perfect male ass I’ve ever seen. He grabs something and turns around, and my jaw drops at the sight of his cock. It hangs, thick, hard and long, so damn long... before he bends down and pulls on a pair of gray sweatpants.
I can’t help but grin. “I thought they were outlawed in these parts.”
“I’m gonna use every weapon in my arsenal to make sure you’re thinking of me when I’m not around.”
“Not going to lie and say that upsets me.”
“Aww, a good girl on the streets, and an outlaw in the sheets, aye?”
I laugh at myself. “You know it.” I am definitely not one to bend the rules or step outside of whatever box someone expects me to be in. But with Raff, I already know I’m not afraid to try.
“Going to make sure that becomes your reality, Nikki Winterfield.” He chuckles, obviously already sensing I’m the proverbial good girl.
He grabs a white Hanes T-shirt from the closet before walking back over, leaning down and grabbing my hand to pull me up.
In the seated position, I feel how soaked his bedding is—from me. My face catches fire.
“Arms up, Love.” He winks.
I do as he asks, and he pulls the shirt over my head.
“Now, I think it’s best you sleep in Nathaniel's bedroom tonight, and I’ll—”
I cut him off, “I’m fine right here.”
“Another thing you need to know about me is that I will never make you sleep in the wet spot.”
I push my arms through the sleeves and cover my face. “It’s not just wet. It’s soaked. I’m so sorry. It’s just been a really long time since—”
“You’ve come on a man's tongue three times before?”
“Oh my God.” I giggle, shaking my head.
He chuckles, and I look up, not caring that I’m embarrassed, because seeing his smile… there’s nothing better in all of Holiday Springs, possibly even the world.
“I was going to say, had sex.”
“I’m not going to say that upsets me.” He reaches out his hand, and I take it. Pulling me up, he adds, “But we didn’t actually have sex, not yet.”