“Find out for yourself,” I teased.
A deep laugh rumbled from his chest. “Don’t mind if I do.”
He leaned over me, trailing kisses from my mouth, down my neck, over my shirt, until he reached the hem of my jeans. I rubbed my thighs together in anticipation.
His hot breath brushed my bare skin as he unbuttoned my pants and eased my zipper down. I wanted him. Wanted to feel his whiskers against my skin. Wanted to taste myself on his lips. Wanted to hear him moan and lose some of his tightly held control under my touch.
“You’re drenched, Blakely. Fuck, you’re making my mouth water.” He tugged my jeans over my thick hips, then bent down and kissed my pussy through my cotton panties. Knowing a thin layer of cotton was the only thing separating me from feeling his hot, wet mouth made me writhe underneath him.
“Where you going, sugar?” He gripped my hips, his giant hands holding me in place. “You need to stay right here until I’m through with you.”
The gravel in his voice rubbed my nerve endings raw. I’d never had someone talk to me like that. And I never imagined I’d like it as much as I did.
“You with me, Blakely?”
I nodded, not trusting myself to be able to form words.
“Good girl.” He bent over me again, his mouth covering my panties.
A whimper worked its way free from my lips. I shifted my hips, urging him to make contact with my bare clit. Feeling the heat from his breath, the dampness of his mouth, without being able to feel him on my bare pussy, drove me wild with need.
My hands sliced through his hair. It was too short for me to grip, but that didn’t stop me from trying. He ran his tongue over my cotton crotch. Between my desperation and the wetness of his mouth, my panties grew damp. No, not damp. Soaking wet. When I didn’t think I could take another second of his teasing, he slipped the thin sliver of cotton out of the way and circled my clit with his tongue.
Holy hell. I didn’t want to come. Didn’t want the sensations rolling through me to end. I tried to hold back, tried to force the building release down, but he wouldn’t let me. He licked, suckled, and delved into my folds. I couldn’t stop my orgasm as it rolled over me. My hips stilled, my back arched, my entire world shrank to the way his mouth felt as I shattered into pieces on his tongue.
I couldn’t talk, couldn’t think, couldn’t move as tiny aftershocks pulsed through me. Kellan kissed his way up my body, the army crawling on his elbows.
“Fuck.” He lifted his hand. “What the hell is this?”
We hadn’t turned on the lights when we entered the room, so I tried peering into the semi-darkness. Oh, crap. My chest tightened as he held up the pink rubbery dildo I’d gotten off on last night. Twice.
“Give me that.” I tried to grab it from him.
“Is this the toy I heard you playing with last night?” He sat back on his heels, capturing my thighs between his legs.
Flames shot across my cheeks. “You heard that?”
“I sure as hell did.” He set my vibrator down on the nightstand. “I might have to use that on you later. Your noisy party for one had me taking a shower at four o’clock because the little sounds you were making got me harder than a fucking boulder.”
My cheeks went from burning hot to icy cold in less than an instant. He’d heard me. I should be mortified. But then I realized what he’d said. “Wait, you had to take a shower? Because of me?”
“That’s right. Do you have any idea how sexy you looked in that red and white striped nighty?”
Warmth spread out from my chest. He thought I looked sexy? “You looked pretty hot as Santa.”
“Hmm. I’ll keep that in mind.” His lips split into a cocky grin. “Does that mean if I need to get you turned on, all I have to do is slip on that Santa suit?”
I wasn’t about to tell him if he wanted to get me turned on, all he had to do was look at me. He didn’t even have to make eye contact. Actually, all he had to do was glance in my general direction. No use giving him even more of a reason to smile.
“Come here.” He rolled onto his back and pulled me over so I laid on top of his chest.
I could feel the rigid rod of his erection between us. I’d already come, but knowing how turned on he was had me ready to go again. “So, is Santa ready to slide down my chimney?”
“Is that your best sexy holiday line?” He lifted his head and arched a brow. “Because that was awful.”
I sat up, straddling his hips. “It was, wasn’t it?”
His hands slipped under my shirt and he grabbed onto my sides. He held me up, sliding me back and forth over his cock. Even through his boxers and my panties, I could feel the sweet, sweet friction.