Sleighing Mr. Right (Curves For Christmas Book 1)

by Hope Ford

  I shrug my shoulders. “I was smiling because you keep opening doors for me.”

  His eyebrows pinch together. “Honey, if the men you go out with don’t open doors for you, then you’re going out with the wrong men.”

  His hand slides from my back to my side and his fingers grab on to the curve of my hip. He pulls me against him and I’m pretty sure that my panties are soaked just from that one possessive touch.

  Once he holds my chair out for me and I sit down, he sits across from me. I open the menu—heck, I need something to look at besides him. I’m sure that my eyes are filled with longing.

  I take off my jacket and hang it on to the chair back behind me. His gaze roams my figure and I can tell by the glint in his eyes that he likes what he sees.

  The server takes our order and I have to give her my menu, forcing me to look across the table at him.

  I clasp my hands together in front of me. “So, Cane, tell me, have you always been a tree farmer?”

  He leans back in his chair. “The tree farm has been in our family for generations. I help out in the holidays and take that time to focus on family. I develop apps in my normal job.”

  I lift the glass of wine to my lips, the thought ‘family man’ going through my head. Clearing my throat, I ask, “What kind of apps do you develop?”

  “I’ve created a few dating apps, shopping apps, a few video games… whatever project I decide to take on.” He shrugs his shoulders then asks me, “So accounting? What made you get into that?”

  I lift my shoulders up and lean toward him. “Right now, I’m just an assistant. I took college classes in high school and I’ve almost finished my degree. I have always loved numbers. I love that you can add two plus two and get four… that if I have a problem, I just plug in the numbers and just like that”—I snap my fingers—“I get the answer.”

  He smiles at me and nods like he understands completely. “I get it. Developing apps is the same for me. That’s great you’ve found something you love to do.”

  The server walks up and sets our plates on the table in front of us. I take a bite of the eggplant parmigiana, moaning with my lips around the fork. “I love their food here.”

  He leans forward, his eyes on my lips the whole time. “And I love watching you eat their food.”

  Cane

  She blushes and points her fork to my plate. “Are you going to eat?”

  I slide it toward her. “I am. Do you want to try it?”

  The smile she gives me makes me want to give her all my food and I would be content to just sit here and watch her eat it.

  She scoops up a bite of my chicken Alfredo and brings it to her mouth. The same seductive moan escapes her and I feel my loins tighten, making me want to put my hand down between my legs and adjust myself. While she chews her food, she dips her fork back into my plate but this time, she brings it up to my mouth. Seeing her eyes on my lips, I take a bite, not tasting the food. Just the thought that I’ve had my lips where hers were causes me to groan.

  Her eyes widen and a small gasp leaves her. Yeah, payback is a bitch.

  “That’s good,” I tell her and she nods her head.

  “Yeah, it’s really good.”

  The conversation is light the rest of the meal. It has to be; my body can’t take much more. I take a drink of water. “So you know I have to ask.”

  Her forehead creases in confusion. “Ask me what?”

  “Why did your boss wait until a few days before Christmas to get a tree?”

  Pain flitters across her face, but just as quickly, it’s gone. “It’s my fault actually. I’ve worked at the accounting office since I was a junior in high school and well, the boss has sort of taken me under her wing. Well, uh, Christmas has been hard the last couple of years and she stopped decorating because of me. But, this year, well, I decided it was time to move on. So even though it’s last minute, I’m still going to make the most of it.”

  I reach across the table and cover her hand with mine. “I’m sorry, Candy, I didn’t mean to bring up bad memories.”

  She shakes her head. “No, really, it’s fine. My parents have been in and out of my life forever. I can go months without hearing from them and I can forget seeing them or hearing from them on holidays. I was mostly raised by my granny and well, when she passed away, Christmas was hard on me. It reminds me of all our traditions. But really, there’s so many good memories, I think I just needed time, you know?”

  “Yeah, I get it,” I tell her solemnly. It’s amazing how wise she is for someone so young. It sounds like she’s gone through hell and back but she’s not giving up. I squeeze her hand to reassure her, but really what I want to do is hold her in my arms and tell her it’s all going to be okay.

  We finish the meal and walk back to my truck. I lift her up into the cab, gripping her hips in my hands. Shutting the door, I take a deep breath, adjust myself and get into the driver’s seat.

  She gives me directions to her house and once we’re there, I stride to her side of the truck and when I help her out, I can’t resist; I let her body slide down mine until her feet hit the ground. She catches her breath and stares up at me, neither one of us breathing. I don’t want this moment to end. I still have my hands gripping her hips and she smiles up at me so innocently. I lean down and kiss her forehead before taking her hand in mine and walking her to the door.

  The whole time she is digging her key out and trying to open the door, I am trying to figure out a way to make sure I see her again. Before she walks in, I put a hand to her shoulder, stopping her.

  “I want to see you again,” I blurt out.

  Her cheeks are red. It’s either from the cold or I affect her. I’m hoping for the latter. “Aren’t you coming in?”

  I shake my head. Damn, I want to. I want to go in more than anything I’ve wanted in a long time. “That’s probably not a good idea.”

  The hair on the nape of my neck is standing straight up. I feel like my body is an electric wire just standing this close to her. We would be good together. There’s no doubt about it.

  Her eyes lower to the ground. “Yeah, uh, sure. I understand. I owe you for the tree. I will come by and pay sometime this week.”

  She starts to close the door and I grit my teeth together before putting my boot out and stopping her. “Candy, I want to come in. I really want to come in. But I know if I do, I’m not going to be able to keep my hands off you.”

  Her lips turn up and her smile widens. “Well, that’s exactly what I was hoping for, Cane.”

  Well, fuck yeah. I follow her inside and briefly look around before she takes off her jacket and hangs it on a peg by the door.

  “Can I take your jacket?” she asks.

  I take it off and hang it next to hers.

  When I turn back to her, I can tell she’s nervous.

  She licks her lips. “Can I get you something to drink?”

  Chapter 4

  Candy

  I watch him as he looks around the room and I know the question before he even asks it. “Yeah, uh, I haven’t got a tree for here yet. I might before Christmas. Or maybe I’ll wait. We’ll see.”

  He nods understandingly and takes a step toward me.

  Never in a million years did I ever dream this would be happening tonight. And even if I just met him, I don’t care. I couldn’t imagine sending him away.

  He reaches for me and brushes my hair back off my shoulders. He bends down, touching his lips to the side of my neck, and my body stiffens.

  “Do you want me here, honey?” His hot breath tickles my skin and he places delicate kisses up my neck until he’s looking me in the eyes. The brown and silver stubble on his chin tickles me and my heart begins to race.

  My voice is husky and laced with lust. “Yes.” To make sure he understands just how much I want him here, I stroke my hand down his stomach until I reach his hard length. I squeeze him, and he moans, latching his lips to mine.

  I open my mouth to allow him en
try and he sweeps his tongue along mine. His hand goes to the side of my neck and tightens around me, pulling me in close.

  He pulls away to ask, “Where’s your bedroom, honey?” He lifts me up and my legs go around him. His hands are on my ass and I can’t stop myself from grinding against him.

  “Down the hall, second door on the left,” I tell him, and my body convulses when he bites my neck.

  He turns on the light when we walk in my room and sets me down at the foot of the bed. “I’m going to get the light.”

  But before I get a step away, he stops me and drags me back over to him. “No, honey. I want to see all of you tonight. The light stays on.”

  He starts tugging my shirt over my head, but I stop him. “Uh, Cane, really, I would be more comfortable with the lights out.”

  He stops, but doesn’t pull away. If anything, he steps closer to me and I feel his hard cock pressing into my belly.

  “Baby, if that’s what you want, I’ll turn them off, but feel me. You do this to me. Your hot little body about has me coming in my jeans.” He undoes the button of my jeans and the sound of him unzipping my pants fills the room.

  I’m totally out of my element here. The very few times that I’ve had sex, I’ve had it on the bed, under the covers with the lights off. My body tenses, and he must realize how uncomfortable I am because he releases me and starts to go to switch the light back off.

  I take a deep breath and stop him by placing my hand on his chest. “No, I want to see you too.”

  He smiles at me before tugging off his boots, his jeans and his shirt. He’s standing before me in only a pair of boxers and his hardness looks like it won’t be contained for long.

  I gawk at his hard body. It’s no wonder he was able to lift that tree without breaking a sweat. He is pure muscle. He has tattoos up and down his arms and I take a step toward him to get a closer look. I run my finger from his shoulder, tracing a tattoo, until I land at his wrist. Goosebumps raise on his arms and he swiftly takes a deep breath. His bare shoulders roll backwards and I look at the large, muscled torso that leads down into the V of his hips.

  He reaches for me then, and this time when he takes my shirt off, I don’t even try to stop him. He makes quick work of removing my clothes and when I’m standing before him naked, my eyes are clenched tightly.

  When the back of his hand grazes my nipple, I suck in a breath at the contact.

  “Open your eyes, honey,” he pleads with me, touching my breasts with each hand before he kneads them, rubbing my hard points.

  I open my eyes and look at him. The desire in his eyes is too much and I clench my eyes again.

  He takes off his shorts swiftly, then runs his hands up my body. He kisses my lips and pulls back. “I want you looking at me while I look at this beautiful body. You’re perfection.” His hands stroke my heavy mounds and with his lower body pressed to mine, I can feel the wet precum rubbing against my belly. Instinctively, I reach down and with my hand, I rub it into my skin.

  “I’m not…” I start to tell him, but he silences me with his mouth. When he pulls away, I’m breathless and couldn’t talk if I wanted to.

  “You’re perfect, Candy.” He drops to his knees in front of me and when he kisses my belly, tracing a line with his tongue, I feel it in my chest. This man is dangerous. He can make me feel things I’ve never felt before.

  He hooks my leg over his shoulder and I can feel the sticky wetness on my thighs. He breathes me in, leans toward me and ravages me with his tongue. “Fuck.” The cuss word slips from my mouth before I can stop it.

  He shakes his head side to side, pulls away and huskily says, “So good. Damn, you taste so good” before he dives back in and latches on to me again.

  I thread my hands through his hair, holding him to me. My head falls back as he suckles my swollen nub. I’m open completely to him, at his mercy. My toes curl into the carpet as his pressure on me increases. My hips jerk and the pleasure is too intense... it’s too much. I try to pull away from him, but he doesn’t let me. His hands slide around to my ass, holding me there, exactly where he wants me. And when I give up the futile attempt to slip away, I bask in his touch, deciding to just let it happen. He moans against my sex, and the vibrations shoot through my body until I’m taut and straining under his touch. His hand on my thigh grips me almost punishingly until the climax takes over and I’m coming all around him.

  He stands up, licking his lips, and my face flushes at what I just let him do to me. I don’t have any time to think about it. He lays me back on the bed and stands over me, just looking at my naked body.

  The lust is shining in his eyes and I can’t take my eyes off of him and for the first time, I look at the long rod between his legs. I gasp at the sight. I lift up on my elbows to look at him. His cock is huge, hard and just while I’m staring at it, a pearl of precum glistens from his tip.

  I wet my lower lip, wishing I could taste him. He pulls a condom from his jeans pocket on the floor before climbing on top of me. He sits back on his knees, his cock resting on my abdomen.

  “Oh baby, if that isn’t a picture.” He palms my globes, pushing them together while leaning forward and sliding his shaft between my breasts. A moan escapes me and my back arches, pushing against him.

  I lift my knees, wanting more from him, drawing him closer to me. He backs up and rips the wrapper off the condom before he rolls it on to his hardness. He lines up at my center, using both his hands to spread me open for him.

  I can’t take my eyes off of him. I don’t even blink. His girth slowly fills me. When I flinch, he stops and I look into his eyes, which are boring into me. I give him the briefest smile and he starts to move again. My body adjusts to him, but once he’s fully seated and I feel his balls resting on my ass, I lift my hips against him, wanting more of him, all of him.

  His hands go to my hips and he tries to control the friction, but I don’t let him. Lying underneath him with our bodies joined brings a whole new level of wanting to me. I won’t stop until he’s calling my name and my already sensitive flesh blooms again. My hips lift against him, pushing him deeper into my womb. He lifts my hips off the bed, penetrating me at a different angle. The pleasure is too much. He works his way in and out of me, and my eyes roll back in my head as satisfaction washes down my body.

  “You’re so beautiful, Candy. Come for me again, baby. Come with me… Now!” he urges me and when he says the word, my body flushes as I writhe underneath of him, clenching on to his manhood, milking him.

  Cane

  I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than Candy when she lets her orgasm take over and blissfully forgets all her insecurities. Her head thrown back, her eyes closed, and her curvy body arched against mine sends shockwaves down my body.

  For a man that has sworn off women, I’ve definitely fallen hard for this one. I slowly pull out of her and her eyes fly open. The beautiful green orbs burn through me and I try to imagine what she’s thinking. I brush my lips across hers and whisper to her that I’ll be right back.

  I go to the bathroom and do my business. When I walk back into her room, she’s standing next to the bed with a baby blue robe wrapped around her and she’s knotting the belt at her waist.

  My head turns sideways, trying to read her expression. But the satisfaction that shone on her face so freely only moments ago is now gone. She seems closed off and surrounded by some kind of wall. I may not be able to see it, but I damn sure can feel it.

  Fuck that, I think to myself. I saunter toward her and only stop once we’re standing toe to toe and she has to tilt her head backward to look up at me. My hands go to her hips and I grip her tightly, pulling her robe open in the process. I can see her rounded body through the gaping satin material and I can already feel the heat spreading to my loins. Once was definitely not enough.

  I kiss her temple. “What has been going through this pretty head of yours in the time it took me to go to the bathroom and come back?”

  She looks
to the side. “Nothing.”

  I grab the bow holding her robe on and yank one of the strings to untie it. It gapes further open and I slide it off her body until it falls to her feet. Her chest and face bloom red, and her eyes won’t meet mine. I tip her chin back to me. “Honey, I wasn’t planning on leaving.”

  Her chin trembles. “I, uh, don’t normally do this. I wasn’t sure how it worked.”

  “Do what?”

  Frustration tinges her voice. “Ya know, sleep with someone I just met, one night stands, booty calls, whatever you want to call it.”

  I gather her in my arms until our bodies are flush against each other. Although I just had her, I’m already trembling from the need to have her again. “We may have just met, but this isn’t a booty call, and it sure as hell isn’t a one-night stand.”

  Hope flairs in her eyes and I kiss her perfect mouth before walking her to the bed. I help her slide under the sheets and I lie down next to her, tucking her against me until her head is resting on my chest and her legs are entangled with mine. I try to ignore my hard cock, sensing that she’s vulnerable right now. I don’t want to take advantage of her or make her think that’s all I wanted. Maybe in the beginning, at the tree farm, it was pure lust. Now, after I’ve gotten to know her and after I’ve had her, I don’t want to mess this up.

  She kisses my chest and I swear I can feel my veins throbbing. I can feel her breath flare across my nipple. “Are you staying a while?”

  “I’d like to, if that’s all right with you,” I answer her honestly.

  Her lips kiss across my chest and she slides down my body, kissing along the way. My body is rigid with want. My hand curls around the back of her neck, stopping her. “You don’t have to, you know.”

  She looks up at me then with her big green eyes and a huge smile on her face. “I want to.”

  I suck in a breath and clench my teeth when she kisses my thigh, then runs her tongue the length of my cock. I can’t take my eyes off of her. She opens her mouth and when her lips curl around my cock, sucking me in, I watch as she takes me all in and I hit the back of her throat.