The Christmas Grinch - Rebel Hart Page 0,32

fingers moved back between my legs, venturing places his tongue hadn’t gone yet. I had to wrap my arms around his neck to keep from falling back. It had been a while, but even if it hadn’t been...I don’t think I would have fared any better under his skilled mouth.

The brooding grinch I thought I saw before seemed to melt away right before my eyes. Or maybe that had been slowly happening each time we saw each other. I only knew that the dark waves of his hair and those piercing brown eyes were striking a new chord in my heart...and my body.

He seemed to catch onto my weak knees, and rather than leading us to the bed or couch, he swept me into his arms and laid me down right there on the carpet. He didn’t waste a second in kissing his way back down to my thighs, sliding off my panties so his tongue could finally meet all those crevices so desperate for his mouth.

I whimpered and spread my legs wider as he slid his fingers inside of me, sucking me into his mouth at the same time.

“God, you’re perfect,” he murmured between strokes.

I didn’t know if he was talking about all of me, or just everything down there. I didn’t really care just so long as he kept doing what he was doing.

He sucked and licked until I was about to crash over the edge. But just as I was getting close, he stopped and we rushed to rip off his clothes. His perfectly chiseled chest and sculpted arms looked just as good as I imagined they would. Our mouths collided again in a heated rush, both of us melting in our desire for each other’s bodies.

“Condom,” I managed to say in a breathless, broken whimper.

He reached for his pants and pulled one out of his wallet. I laid back and closed my eyes, basking in my own intense arousal, as I heard the paper tear followed by a brief silence. Then he appeared again, reuniting our lips like they never parted.

I gasped as he slid his tip inside of me, sending shockwaves of need through my entire body. With his hands gripped firmly around my hips, he slowly slid in deeper. I stretched around him until he filled me completely. We clawed into each other as I took in more of him with each thrust.

A brief moment of awareness struck me suddenly. I realized if I was going to be bad and sleep with the guy I was only supposed to be writing an article on...I might as well be bad all the way. If this was never going to happen again, and I firmly believed it shouldn’t, he should at least walk away with memories of me branded into his brain, that he’d never be able to forget.

I put my hands on his shoulders and shifted my weight on top of him, rolling him over onto his back. I lowered on top of his throbbing erection, still wet and glistening from before. I wanted to drink in every second I could of his magnificent body moving under mine as I rode him.

He ran his hands across my body and groaned with a wicked grin as I settled into a steady rhythm. His fingers trailed along my bottom lip, his thumb pressing in deep and dragging. I felt all of my muscles tighten and contract around him, intensifying the friction between us. Our sounds grew loud and wild as we both spiraled out of control.

I threw myself over him and kissed him as our bodies started to tremble. The orgasms ripped through us both with a force at the same time, our hands clenched together for the rise and fall. The pleasure seemed to stretch on forever, taking its sweet time to dissipate into a mere memory.

But by the time it did, every ounce of my energy was spent. I collapsed across his naked chest, unable to keep my eyes open a second longer. Instantly drifting off to sleep only made the whole thing feel like more of a dream than it already had.

14

Chris

I barely had time to wrap my head around everything, waking up next to Hazel, before she opened her eyes and sat up in bed.

“How did I get here?” she asked, rubbing her eyes, then her head. Somehow she looked even more gorgeous first thing in the morning with a sleepy expression and disheveled hair.

“You’re obviously in good shape, but I didn’t think