The Broody Brit: For Christmas ( A Hot Single Father Second Chance Romance) (A Holiday Springs novel)

by MJ Fields

  I leave her to it and head upstairs to grab her some dry clothes.

  I settle on clothing that will keep her warm, a crew neck sweatshirt and a pair of gray sweats that I’d dragged from the back of my closet where I had put them when they became an issue with the local women and hurry back to her.

  When I hit the bottom of the stairs, she’s standing in front of the fire. Wet clothes are draped on the wooden spindled drying rack we used to dry the outerwear that gets too wet from the heavy snow in the winter.

  Does it bother me that she pulled it out of the closet and made herself at home? No more than it bothers me that she is standing barefoot and half-naked, curling her toes into the bear skin rug, which is not at fucking all.

  Her legs are long and toned, and her arse, my favorite apple shape, full and delicious looking. Not that I can see it fully with her shirt hanging past the supplest part, which is abso-fucking-lutely fine.

  From behind, I can see that her arms are crossed over her chest, and she’s running her hands up and down her damp shirt sleeves, warming her body.

  I clear my throat before walking across the room so that she knows I’m in the room.

  “Did you need help finding the bathroom?”

  Still facing the fire, she shakes her head no.

  Something has shifted in the air between us, yet there’s a calm presence, a weight seemingly lifted, clothes literally shed.

  When she turns around and lifts her eyes to meet mine, there is heat in them, a sharp contrast to the tiny goosebumps covering her body.

  I nod, walking closer at a slower pace, fighting the obvious pull between us.

  She looks down when I’m less than a step away from her. I force myself to stop, let her take this at her pace, knowing she’s not in the greatest of places.

  Her fingers shake as she begins to unbutton her cream-colored silk top, and my body begins to burn with every soft inch of her beautiful body that she exposes to me.

  My heart beats wildly against my chest, and it feels like it’s beating for the first time in years.

  When the shirt floats to the floor below her, pooling at her feet, she looks up. “I don’t want to be in Holiday Springs anymore.”

  I nod. “Tell me where you want to go, Nikki. I’ll take you anywhere.”

  She smiles sadly. “Take me to bed.”

  I swallow hard as she unfastens the front clip to her lacey plum bra that matches the strip of lace covering her pussy.

  When it falls to the floor, and I don’t advance, afraid I’ll be unable to stop myself from tearing the only scrap of fabric covering her body and filling her full of the escape she’s clearly seeking, I still hold steady, knowing that I don’t want to be just an escape. I want to be more.

  Rule Number Twelve

  If your mind says no, ignore it. Listen to your body

  Nikki

  Standing before him almost completely exposed, I feel desire’s heat turn to a more familiar kind of heat, resembling shame, rejec—

  “Don’t you dare think I don’t want to ravish every inch of your beautiful body, Nikki.” He runs his hand over his obvious erection. “The only thing I want more than to ease this ache for you is to know that the first time I’m inside you… won’t be the last.”

  Numb from being cold, numb from feeling unwanted, I close my eyes shut as tightly as I can, a juvenile move, but what else can I do?

  When I hear a thud, I open my eyes and see his pants on the floor, and then his shirt drops beside it. My mouth dries as I stare at his perfect pecs, down to a six-pack, and finally down to the deep V pointing to his cock.

  “You said three dates before I may be able to have you.” His voice is a deep, rich timbre. He steps forward, his hands grabbing my hips, the shock of how it feels to be touched by him, like jumper cables... electric.

  But nothing could prepare me for what’s next.

  His large calloused hands slide up my body, pulling me against him as his fingers dig into my flesh. In my ear, he whispers, “So fucking sexy.”

  My hands are on his waist, my fingers running up and down the divot that defines the unbelievably sexy V, and I smile as his body twitches in reaction to my touch.

  My body, seconds ago cold and shivering, is now a furnace of heat. Desire renders all emotions before it inferior.

  His hands travel up my body, my arms, his fingers flexing as if he needs to know I’m real, but I know that’s impossible.

  His hands now cup the sides of my face, tilting my chin upward so that I am closer to him —less than a breath away— than I was inside his vehicle.

  “Do you have any idea how badly I want you?” He doesn't give me a chance to answer. Instead he nudges me with his hardness. “How long I have wanted you?”

  “We just met,” I pant.

  He leans in, rubbing his nose across mine, and even that connection makes my insides clench, causing me to whimper.

  “I’ve been waiting, Nikki, waiting for someone to look at me the way you did the first time we met. It wasn’t just another invitation from a woman I knew just wanted the fucking she sensed my body was built to deliver. You are so much more than a fuck. You’re the fucking prize.”

  I whimper, “Here I am.”

  “Yeah,” he sighs, “here you are.” He places a kiss on my forehead.

  The way he said it was like hearing the word goodbye. A wave of desperation, no, a tsunami of despair, threatens to drag me into a whirlpool from which I’m not sure I’ll break free, unless I act quickly.

  I follow the line of his V to the tip of his cock that’s sticking out of the waistband of his boxer briefs, and he groans.

  I kiss his chest before dropping to my knees, but his hands leave my face and take a firm but gentle hold of my biceps. Gently, he pulls me back.

  Mortified, I whisper, “Oh, God, I’m—”

  “Don’t you dare mistake my being a gentleman for me not wanting you. My fucking balls are on fire, my cock dripping with precum. But I want this for real and not just an escape.”

  I want to beg him to let this happen. I feel desperate—every ounce of heat in my body pools at my core. I’m shaking. “Then fuck me.”

  “We should talk about—”

  “We talked all night.”

  He takes my chin in his hand, firmly but gently, and forces me to look at him. “I’m not a child who needs to tend to my own needs before yours. I know how badly we want each other, but I can’t have you waking up tomorrow miserable. You’re upset tonight.”

  “And I’m not a child who needs you to tell me what I can or cannot do. Or what I want, or don’t want.”

  My words end when his hands take my face, and his full, soft lips drop down on mine, and he kisses me in a way I have never even dreamed of being kissed.

  His lips are devouring, gluttonous, and greedy. He kisses me like he’s starved for… me.

  I shouldn’t be so presumptuous, but I feel its truth, and I only know it’s true because I feel it, too. I feel like I’ve been starved for a kiss like this my entire life.

  His hands grip my hair, hard, as he groans, deepening the kiss.

  Dizzy, I grab his shoulders to steady myself as his kiss now ebbs for just a moment as he releases my hair, and I feel two firm hands cupping my ass right before he lifts me up.

  His mouth against mine, never breaking our connection fully, he demands, “Wrap those sexy legs around my waist and hold on.”

  His kiss becomes harder, nearly punishing as he begins to stalk toward the stairs. His hardness rubs against me as we move, and I squeeze my pussy so hard I feel like I’m about to pass out.

  His lips never leave mine as he takes the stairs at an alarming pace, but the moment I fear he may drop me is but fleeting, and then I feel my back hit a wall.

  Kissing me harder, deeper, uninhibited, and so damn hot that I feel the wetness of my desire slicken and slide against his rock-hard abs, I whimper at the contact.

  His long, lean muscular body slams again
st me, and I can feel the outline of his cock thick, hard as he grinds against my core. The feeling... euphoric.

  I expect him to stop kissing me, to fuck me against the wall right here and right now, but he doesn’t.

  His lips, my God, his lips. “Please,” I beg, right before his tongue swirls in my mouth, driving me insane with desire.

  “Christ,” he groans. “You taste so damn good.”

  He steps back, pushes the door to the side, and enters his bedroom.

  “Come with me. Now.”

  It’s not a statement. The delivery and the tone tell me it’s a promise.

  As soon as we enter, my back hits his bed, and he’s right; it is soft. Definitely the softest place I have ever landed.

  “I’m not on the pill.”

  “Not gonna need to be. Not tonight,” he growls as his hands slide under me, pushing my body toward the headboard—at least I think it’s the headboard—the only light in here is coming from the streetlight below.

  Hovering above me, he softly presses his lips to mine and rubs them back and forth as he inhales deeply.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

  “And you're incredibly sexy,” I whisper. “And huge, so just—”

  His deep, low laugh against my lips stops me, and he murmurs between soft kisses, “I promise you. I will not hurt you. Not tonight.”

  And then he pushes his body up and kneels between my legs that are spread just enough for him to do so.

  “When I saw these knickers,” he hooks his thumbs under the fabric of my G-string, “all I could think of doing was ripping them off of you.”

  “Do it now,” I whisper, shocked at the words leaving my lips tonight. I have never, EVER talked like this in bed.

  “Not a chance.” He bends down and kisses the soft skin of my belly and rubs his light scruff over the fabric barely covering my center, causing my hips to thrust slightly. “I’m going to frame them after I make a meal out of your pussy.”

  Shocked, I gasp at the same time as he lifts both of my legs, resting one on each of his shoulders as he quickly pulls them down, or up, or … oh my god, he can’t actually want to eat my ass.

  “Raff, I—”

  “Christ, you smell good.” He pulls one leg out of my panties. Then the next.

  “Raff, I don’t think—”

  When he lets my legs down, I stop, realizing that he isn't going to just... Do… that.

  His hands grip my legs as he leans down to kiss my belly again and again.

  When he moves lower, I gasp. “Ohmygod.”

  “Fuck,” he hisses and sucks on my lips. “So fucking good.”

  His tongue circles my clit, and I grip the duvet cover, his fingers spreading my folds, stroking my opening as he continues to circle my clit with his tongue.

  My hips jerk, and he groans, repeating the same exact move as his finger slides inside of me. I cry out his name softly, my legs trembling. He uses his free hand and slides two fingers in and out. Everything within me tightens like a bowstring. Lifting my ass, he angles me so his fingers get impossibly deep as he continues to tease my clit with his tongue.

  I burn even hotter.

  “There we are.” He’s lying between my legs now, pushing a third finger inside of me. “So fucking tight, Nikki, so fucking good. I’m gonna make you come so hard, so good, so much that my face is drenched in your cum.”

  When his fingers begin to tap on that sweet spot, I gasp, and he groans, sucking, licking, eating my pussy like it’s his job.

  “Oh my god.” My core tightens so hard, it almost hurts.

  “Come for me.” His fingers slide in and out with each inward thrust, hitting my G-spot until spots dot my vision.

  Then he sucks on my clit, and I don't just come, I combust, and he doesn’t stop until I do it again, and again, and again.

  Panting, reeling, head spinning as if I drank an entire bottle of wine, I hear him chuckle. He places a warm, gentle kiss on each of my thighs before finally sitting up.

  I can feel him move over me and lie at my side. He pushes my hair, now damp from not just the rain, but from the sheen of orgasm induced perspiration, the exact place in which he kisses.

  “Do you know how good you taste?”

  I don't have a chance to answer, his lips cover mine, and his tongue caresses my lips before he pulls back. “I haven't licked a woman in years, Nikki. Never in my life have I ever eaten one that made me come like yours did.”

  I don’t know whether to be embarrassed or high-five myself.

  “Are you all right?” He presses a kiss below my neck, and I shudder.

  “That was amazing.”

  “Feeling all better, eh?”

  I look up at him finally. “I’m sorry.”

  “Don’t be sorry. Life happens, and from what I gather, yours hasn't been easy.”

  “I guess I just never realized how much Nellie hated me. I never saw it growing up. I was oblivious, I guess. But now that I look back, I see a trail of her jealousy. Boyfriends I had or clothes that I wore...she always put a negative spin on everything I did or had.”

  He moves the hair off my forehead. “You should steer clear of her.”

  “Except I owe my aunt and uncle so much for raising me after my parents died. And.” I stop as a memory; one I’d chosen to forget comes rushing back.

  “What is it, Nikki?” He pushes some fallen waves from my face.

  “I feel guilty because of how much time I took from her and her parents.”

  “I’m guessing your aunt and uncle don’t see it that way. I’m sure they know her better than most. You must have been an angel compared to her. A solace to her storm.”

  “Which is why she resented me.”

  “Could that be why you never returned for visits?”

  Pre-orgasmic bliss is apparently a truth serum because never in my life have I ever admitted this to anyone else, not even Jenny. “I guess I always wanted to find where I belonged. And I hate being a burden on anyone. Here, I was always sweet Nikki Winterfield. But in the city, I was able to reinvent myself. I tried, at least. But at the end 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—”