A Hamilton Family Christmas - Donna Kauffman Page 0,65
up, over her body, biting her chin, nipping her bottom lip before taking her mouth again, this time with the intent of claiming her as fully as he could in a kiss…while his fingers slid under the silk panel…and down between her thighs. She arched sharply against his fingers as he slid them over her, then grabbed his shoulders, digging in her nails as he slid his tongue and fingers inside her at the same time. He felt the long, deep groan vibrate through her as she moved against his hand and greedily took his tongue into her mouth. It was as close as he’d ever gotten to coming before getting his pants off.
The way she responded to him drove him harder. He continued stroking her, fingers and tongue, and felt her pump faster, suck harder on his tongue, moving with him until both motions had a definite rhythm. He felt her gathering, knew she was climbing, and he wanted, with a need that bordered on desperation, to yank off his pants and be fully inside of her when she hit that peak. But then she was there, and her fingers were in his hair, tugging, pulling, raking his scalp as she arched again and again, making incredibly earthy noises in the back of her throat that did things to him he couldn’t describe.
He’d never wanted like this, needed like this…it was fun and thrilling and sexy as all hell, her sprawled on this crushed velvet divan, the pale afternoon light across her body, his hands on her, in her, his mouth, how she tasted, the scent of her…all of these things, these images, swam through his mind like a tumbled kaleidoscope, each one a tiny snap shot of a moment he’d remember for a very long time.
And to think he’d just come over here with the intent of making her listen to his very well thought out arguments on why she should give him—them—at least a shot.
She was shuddering—aftershocks—and he slid his hand back to her stomach and changed the tenor of the kiss. Softer now, not so aggressive, but unwilling to leave her entirely. He had no idea where she’d go in her head when this was over, but he wanted it to be forward, no retreating. And he hadn’t the first clue how to make sure that happened.
Her fingers slackened, but she kept toying with his hair as he continued kissing her—lazy, slow kisses now, searching, tasting, reveling. There was something almost more intimate in them now, than before, when they’d both been charged up. He’d always enjoyed kissing, but purely for the physical pleasure it brought. This was…different. This was communication, it was connection…and it was so much more than purely physical.
Finally, she pushed a bit at him, moved her mouth just enough so that it shifted from his own. “Sean…”
He lifted his head enough to look into her eyes and felt his body punch right back into full tilt gear with what he saw there. Dreamy, unfocused, so rich, like the finest dark chocolate.
“I can’t believe I…” She looked away, briefly, but he tipped her chin back so their gazes connected again. “I don’t…that’s not—me.”
“Oh, I think it was wonderfully, beautifully, perfectly you.” She started to talk, but he brushed his fingertip over her lips. “I don’t think less of you, if that’s what you’re wondering. It’s just as out of character for me.” He pressed his fingertip on her lips, then stroked them. “Thank you for trusting me. With you. And for just going with it. I—I know that’s probably outside your comfort zone. It meant a lot. To me. That you did.” He leaned in and brushed his mouth over hers. “It makes me hunger, Holly. I want more. I want you.” He lifted his head and looked down into her eyes. “I want more of this, but I want more than this. You do know that, right?”
The smallest of smiles played around the corners of her kiss-softened mouth, and he swore he’d never seen anything so beguiling. “I think you’ve been pretty up front about that.”
“I push. Fair warning. When I want something, I push hard.”
“Pushing hard isn’t always a bad thing.” Pink instantly bloomed in her cheeks and she choked a laugh as she quickly turned her head away. “I can’t believe I said that out loud.”
He nudged her gaze back to his, smiling himself now. “Holly uncensored. I like it. A lot. You can say anything to me, you know.”