A Hamilton Family Christmas - Donna Kauffman Page 0,64
his chest, let him know that he was taking things too far, assuming too much, but when her hands came up they ended up clutching his shirt…and pulling him closer, not pushing him away. “I don’t want regrets, either,” she said, her voice dropping to a trembling whisper as he shifted his weight so he could lean more fully over her. “I just don’t know which one that would be.”
“Maybe this will help you decide.”
8
She tasted sweet and warm and perfect, and Sean was pretty sure he could kiss her for hours. Days. The rest of his life. There was little that was lush about her small frame, and he’d have to be careful not to crush his weight down on her, much as he wanted to feel her under him. However, what she lacked in curves she more than made up for with that mouth, those lips. They were full and soft and so inviting he thought he might lose himself there forever. And when she kissed him back? Every part of him responded. She kissed him like she did everything else, with such direct, focused intensity. And she fit him, her mouth to his, there was no fumbling, no trying to find just that right angle.
And her mouth was only the start. The idea that there was so much more to explore, to discover where else they fit together, made it hard to think, hard to focus. He wanted it all, all of her, right now.
Patience, patience… When creating a new dish, working to get it just right took endless amounts of patience, but that never bothered Sean; he never wavered. In fact, the journey of discovery often taught him more than the actual dish itself. Trial, error, attempt after attempt until all the flavors were there, layered just right, to burst on the taste buds in the exact way he wanted them to.
Holly Bennett was like an exquisitely prepared dish…so many layers, so many flavors…he wanted to savor it all. Inch by inch, taste by taste. For that, he had endless patience. He moved from her mouth down to her chin, then along her jaw, before stopping to spend time along that soft, tender part of the neck just below her ear. She gasped when he nipped along the side of her neck, then moaned and arched beneath him as he leaned over her, working his way along her shoulder, pushing aside the loose collar of her tee. “More,” he murmured, when he went as far as the opening would allow. He slid his hands down her waist, and lifted his chest just enough to push up the tee. She didn’t stop him and he didn’t wait for further approval. Holly was a thinker, a planner, an analyzer. But right now, he wanted her to go on feelings, instincts, and reach…
He wanted—badly—to stretch out next to her, but the divan was too narrow, so he shifted to the floor, to his knees, as she stretched out fully. Seeing her pale skin being bared against the red crushed velvet was almost more than he could stand. He was already so hard he wasn’t sure he could be any more aroused, but felt himself twitch, and harden further as he slipped the tee over her head, leaving her bared to him in nothing more than the tiniest of pale blue silk bras. He needed more hands, and another mouth, so he could be tasting all that delicious, creamy skin while tugging off her jeans and finding out if what was beneath matched what was on top.
He dipped his head and ran the tip of his tongue around her navel, then slowly tracked up the center of her torso. She twisted a little, pushing her body toward his mouth, moaning as she arched her back. Her eyes were closed, her hands in fists beside her head. Good, he thought, lose yourself in me, let yourself go…let me take you.
When he reached the scraps of silk that covered her breasts, her nipples were thrusting hard against the soft fabric, tempting him to take them into his mouth…taste, touch, tug, lick. So he did. Her hips were moving now, pumping up, and he slid a flat palm down her belly, flipped open the button to her jeans, and continued sliding his fingers past the waistband, the zipper inching down as he toyed along the edge of her silk panties, all the while still teasing her nipples with his tongue.