Kate was adorable when she was a little drunk and laughing at a goofy Christmas movie.
And drinking hot chocolate.
And looking at Christmas trees.
And decorating Christmas trees.
Levi was certain he’d never used the word adorable in his life, even in his own head, and definitely never in regard to a woman he wanted to sleep with.
But Kate really was.
She’d been sitting next to him, nestled against him as if they’d done this a million times. The way she fit against him felt completely natural and he was actually enjoying cuddling for the first time in his life.
But then she’d started getting naked.
They used the word Santa a lot in this movie. Christmas too. He was in only his boxers and feeling warmer and warmer with each article of clothing that ended up on the floor.
Now things were about to get really good.
When Kate tipped over and giggled, he laughed and grabbed her. He moved her onto his lap, straddling his thighs, facing him. It was much like the position they’d been in last night in the truck.
Was that just last night? That couldn’t be right. It felt like they’d been together for a year. In a good way.
“Let’s go, Katie. They said Santa.” His heart was pounding and his mouth was dry.
You’d think he’d never seen a woman’s naked breasts before, the way he was acting.
She held his gaze as she reached behind her. She seemed suddenly completely sober. She unclasped the bra and let it fall down her arms.
He’d felt, tasted and kind-of seen her breasts in the truck, but that was nothing compared to seeing them in full light. They were…perfect. And if he knew nothing else, he knew breasts.
He breathed in and out slowly.
She didn’t shy away. She didn’t blush. She did nothing but sit and let him look for several long moments.
“Hey, Levi,” she finally said softly.
“Yeah?”
“Christmas.”
The word that would require him to remove his boxers. It was cheating. It was supposed to be in the movie. He didn’t care.
He scooted her back off of his lap and stood swiftly, shedding his boxers.
Her gaze was greedy as she took in the sight of him completely naked and fully erect.
Now she was the one breathing in and out slowly, as if trying to gain some self-control.
“Santa,” he said gruffly. “Fucking Santa, Kate. Get those panties off.”
There was no protest or hesitation from her. Her thumbs went to the top of her panties, her eyes still on his cock. She wiggled her hips and pushed the scrap of silk to the floor, stepping out of them and moving closer to him.
He reached for his pants and pulled three condoms from the pocket, tossing them onto the coffee table.
She reached for her pants and pulled three candy canes from the pocket, tossing them onto the coffee table beside the condoms.
He groaned.
She went to her knees.
“Kate—”
“Shh,” she told him. “I dreamed about this last night. It woke me up. I had to give myself an orgasm to get back to sleep.”
The breath of air he’d taken jammed in his lungs. Kate had given herself an orgasm last night thinking of him? Right upstairs from where he’d been lying on the couch resisting doing the very same thing thinking of her in the truck, coming apart around his fingers?
She looked up at him from her kneeling position, and Levi bit back a groan. There was very little in the world more erotic than a gorgeous woman on her knees in front of a raging hard-on.
Watching his face, she wrapped her fingers around him.
Pleasure ripped through him. From that one touch. He was probably going to die sometime during this blowjob.
Kate stroked her hand up and down his length, squeezing slightly, running her thumb over the head when at the top and brushing her thumb over his sac when at the base.
She repeated the pattern a few times and Levi’s breathing grew more and more ragged. “Kate…”
Without a word or a change in rhythm, she reached for the coffee table and picked up a candy cane. She lifted it to her mouth and pulled the wrapper off with her teeth, continuing to stroke him. Then she bit off the curved top of the cane. As she chewed the peppermint candy, she continued the handjob, increasing her pressure and pace.
Levi couldn’t tear his eyes from her. The desire in her eyes was addictive, and as the scent of peppermint drifted up to him, he knew he’d forever get hard when he saw the red-and-white-striped mints at the front entrance of every restaurant he went into.
“Kate—” He tried again. Though it wasn’t like he wanted her to stop. But he felt like he should say something. Something like, “I’ve never felt this way before.” Or, “Where have you been all my life?”
He bit the words back though. At least he knew enough to know that a woman would be skeptical about the sincerity of any romantic words said during a handjob.
Still, it was a phenomenal handjob.
And then it got even better.
She swallowed the candy in her mouth, lined the remaining peppermint stick up along his length and leaned in.
His hand instinctively went to her head, sinking his fingers into her silky hair as she took him and the candy into her mouth at the same time.
Mentioning the candy canes last night had probably been the smartest thing he’d ever said in his life.
She sucked and then ran her tongue up and down both lengths. She took both nearly all the way in, sucked lightly, then harder. Levi curled his fingers into her hair. He resisted adding his other hand and taking over the rhythm of his cock sliding in and out of her mouth. Barely.
She was making some very nice noises as she sucked and licked even faster, and Levi didn’t care if she wanted to include food in every blowjob she ever gave him from this moment on. The sight and sounds of this woman greedily tonguing and sucking him was something he’d gladly do anything to perpetuate.
But he was nearly at his breaking point.
He was absolutely positive he could get it back up again in a short time if he gave in to his orgasm now, but the first time he went over that cliff with Kate, he wanted to be buried deep, and he wanted her right there with him.
With impressive will power and in one fluid motion, he pulled her mouth off him and pivoted to back her up to the couch. He nudged her down onto the cushions on her back, grabbed her hips to position her and spread her knees.
“My turn,” he said gruffly.
She still held the cane in her fingers and he took it from her, sliding it into his mouth, wetting the length with his own tongue. He kept his eyes on hers as he drew the candy around her nipple and then leaned in to suck and lick the hard tip. He repeated it on the other side, then licked the candy cane again and drew the sticky sweetness down her stomach, following the candy trail with his tongue. When he got to her bare mound, he again wet the candy. He slid the cane down over her clit, loving the way she hissed at the contact. The scent of peppermint and aroused woman surrounded him and his whole body clenched with the need to have her. Levi forced himself to go slow though, drawing the candy cane along her cleft, circling her clit and then doing it all again.
Kate’s hips arched off the couch and she moaned.
Yes, he wanted lots more of that.
He parted her slick folds, reveling in how wet she was, how ready for him. She wanted him, and the realization of what that really meant grabbed him in the chest. This was more than sex. She could have stayed in San Francisco for sex. She could have any man. She’d come to Sapphire Falls, gone to the bar with high hopes. Hopes for something more than anything she’d had before. She’d taken his arm and walked into that town square with nothing but trust and hope. She’d had no way of knowing what would happen. But she’d trusted him with her Christmas. After a lifetime of disappointing Christmases, she’d let him be a part of this one, this one that she’d so needed
to be wonderful.
All of those things were crazy things to be thinking when she was spread out before him like this, but this was more than sex. It was even more than candy cane sex.
This was what he wanted forever.
And he’d known her for a day.
That shot desire so intense through him that he almost tossed the candy cane and plunged into her. He wanted to be a part of her, to get to her like she had gotten to him.
But he also wanted her to get wet whenever she saw the red-and-white-striped mints at the front entrance of every restaurant she went into.
When she saw those mints, he wanted her to turn to him, tell him to grab a handful and take her home.
He really wanted that. He wanted to be the guy with her at every restaurant and the guy who took her home.
He dragged the candy cane through her wetness and circled her clit again before leaning in and licking along the same path. He flicked his tongue over her clit and then sucked, the combined sweetness mind blowing.
“Levi.”
He felt her hand in his hair and he increased his pressure on her clit while sliding the candy cane a little ways into her heat.
“Levi.”
The cane was tiny compared to what she was going to be taking in a minute, but he knew it was partly how naughty all of this was that was ratcheting her desire higher. He added a finger alongside the candy stick, stretching her and stroking deeper.
She widened her legs and increased her grip on his hair.
“More. I need more.”
With his thumb circling her clit and his finger deep, he lifted his head to watch her. She was gorgeous. Her neck arched, her hair spilling over the cushion under her, her breasts hard-tipped and perfect. Her stomach muscles quivered and he felt her inner muscles clenching his finger.
“Oh, no, you’re not coming apart like this,” he said with a grin, loving that he could drive her to that point.
“But…I want…”
“I know, baby,” he said softly. “Katie, open your eyes.”
She did, and he made sure she was focused on him as he withdrew his finger and the candy cane and lifted them to his mouth. He slid them onto his tongue and sucked both clean. He didn’t have to fake the groan of satisfaction he gave at the taste.
She sucked in a quick breath and seemed to be holding it.
“Most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted.” And it was all her.
He dragged the candy cane through her wetness again and this time lifted it to her mouth.
She parted her lips and his cock hardened further. He slid the candy into her mouth and she closed her lips around it, tasting herself and the peppermint as he drew it back out slowly. Her gaze was locked on his the whole time.
“See what I mean?” he asked gruffly.
“I need you,” she said breathlessly.
Yes, she did. He just hoped it was even half as much as he needed her.
He tossed the candy cane toward the fireplace and moved to kneel between her knees on the couch. She spread her knees, welcoming him into the cradle of her hips. He reached blindly for a condom on the coffee table and managed to knock all three to the floor.
Kate reached for them, grabbed one and ripped the package open with her teeth as she had with the candy cane. She rolled it onto him in a practiced motion he was not going to think about. Instead, he slid one hand underneath her ass, tilted her pelvis and braced his other hand on the back of the couch.
He slid home a second later.
They both moaned, and he stopped, buried deep, just breathing for a moment.
Kate wrapped her legs around his waist and lifted her hand to one breast, playing with the nipple.
And he had to move.
He pulled out slowly, loving how her muscles tightened, trying to hold on to him. He slid in again, also long and slow, knowing that slow wasn’t going to last much longer.
“Harder,” she begged.
Yeah, slow was over now.
He thrust again, faster and harder this time, pulling out and plunging back in to the sweetest, tightest, hottest body he’d ever had. She seemed to be drawing him deeper each time he moved, and he found himself taking short, fast strokes as she climbed higher and higher.
He felt his orgasm gathering but he needed her to shatter first.
“You feel amazing,” he told her. “I love how you clamp down on me. I could stay buried in you forever. Later, I want you on your hands and knees, spread wide, gorgeous ass in the air so I can take you hard from behind.”
His words definitely got a reaction. She arched closer and he felt the response around his cock.
“I want to take you in the shower and in the kitchen and—”
“You said I could ride you in front of the fireplace,” she broke in.
His whole body clenched hard. “Yes.” He had to clear his throat. “Yes, I did.”
“Now.”
He stopped moving. “Now?”
“I want that now,” she said, nodding.
Her whole body was flushed and he could feel how hot and wet she was. She was close.
And there was nothing he wouldn’t give her.
He surprised even himself when he wrapped his arms around her and managed to stand up from the couch still buried deep in her body.
He took the few steps around the coffee table and slowly lowered them to the carpet in front of the fireplace.
“I kind of imagined having a fire when we did this,” he said wryly.
“I don’t care. I just want on top of you.”
Like he was going to argue with that. He rolled onto his back and nearly lost it when she pushed herself up to sitting. He couldn’t get any deeper and her body clearly loved it as much as his did. Her inner muscles contracted around him hard.
“Oh, yes,” she moaned.
She met his eyes, lifted her hands to her breasts and began to move. She tugged on her nipples as she moved up and down on his length, slowly increasing the speed. She took him deep every time, and Levi had to keep his hands from gripping her thighs too hard as his climax grew steadily closer.
Then she leaned back slightly. Her long hair hung between his legs, brushing over his sac and he was ready to go off.
“Katie, I need you with me,” he said through gritted teeth, his hands going to her hips to slow the pace until she was further along.
“Not slower,” she told him and moved one of her hands from her breast to her clit.
She circled over the sweet spot and Levi could tell she was indeed, right with him.
He replaced her hand on her nipple with his, tugging and squeezing, and she arched her back as her muscles clamped down hard.
“Yes, yes.” And she was there, tumbling over the like-nothing-else peak of her orgasm.
Levi let himself go then, thrusting up into her, fast and hard, long strokes that pulled everything out of him and erupted into a hard orgasm unlike any he could recall.
8
They finished the movie, naked, wrapped in a blanket on the couch. They didn’t lie completely still. They kissed—long and hot and sweet. They stroked hands over every bit of skin they could reach. They talked and teased—some of it dirty, some not. Kate could feel her heart engaging further and further. He was funny and sweet and romantic and truly enamored with her. She’d never had anyone want her like this, and it seemed that he really did want more than her body. He asked about her favorite cities to visit, her favorite color, if she was allergic to anything, her job and her siblings. They talked about surfing, their love of Indian cuisine, the fact that Kate couldn’t cook a bit, the fact that Levi didn’t even know if he could cook, their favorite wineries in California, their least favorite shows in Vegas, their favorite museums in DC and their favorite restaurants in New York.
They discovered they had a lot in common as the glow from the Christmas tree grew as the sun dropped and evening fell. Neither bothered to get up and turn on any lights. Kate more than got her wish to have hot sex
by Christmas tree light.
In fact, they had three more orgasms each.
He was insatiable.
She was more so.
Kate had never been this horny in her life. The ripples of her climax had barely faded each time before she was thinking about another position. But she also found her mind filled with questions, things she wanted to know about him and the desire to show him her favorite coffee shop in Chicago and her favorite spot on the California coast.
And every time she had a surge of I’m-falling-for-him, she tamped it down with a reality check.
He lived in Vegas. He was a millionaire playboy who had never actually worked a day in his life. He jetted all over the world at the drop of a hat and probably had a girlfriend in every city they’d been talking about all afternoon. She lived in San Francisco and loved her job.
They’d fallen into a comfortable silence after the last orgasm. Levi was running his hand over her hair and she was listening to his heart beat under her ear—and wishing she’d quit thinking things like I could do this every day for the rest of my life.
This was all make-believe. It had been twenty-four hours. It felt like more. She felt like she’d known him for years. But the truth was, it had been mere hours. Magical, crazy, just-what-she-needed hours, but still only hours.
Phoebe and Joe would be home tomorrow and all of this would change with that anyway. Then they’d go to the formal the next night. And then it would be over.
“I’m starving,” Levi suddenly announced.
Kate’s stomach growled in answer.
He laughed. “Let’s fix that.”
He pulled his jeans on and she wrapped up in the blanket and they headed into the kitchen. But they only stood at the center island for about a minute before Kate said, “We’re going to have to go out.”
“Which means getting dressed.” He didn’t seem happy about that idea at all.
Neither was she. “I guess we could go into town and get something at the bar or the diner and bring it back here?” she suggested.
“I have a better idea.” He went back in to the living room.
She followed, the blanket trailing behind her.
He typed into his phone. “The bar is the Come Again, right?” he asked.
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