Hot for Santa

by Fox,Cathryn

  “Where should I put my lips, Rachel?”

  Her body flushed hotly and she grew impossibly slicker. She moistened her mouth and dragged her finger over her bottom lip. “Maybe you should start here. . . .”

  No sooner did she get the words out than Nick’s burning mouth came down hard. The soft blade of his tongue raced over her lips then slipped inside for a deeper exploration. His tongue thrashed against the sides of her mouth then tangled with hers. Her body moved under his and her heart pounded erratically as he pillaged her wanton mouth.

  After a long moment he inched back and trailed kisses over her jaw. The delicate slide of his tongue turned her inside out. The pleasure was most exquisite.

  So much for just her mouth getting her into trouble. His seemed to be doing a fine job all on its own.

  He met her glance. “Are you warm yet?”

  With her breasts heavy and achy, she shook her head. “Afraid not.” Need made her voice husky.

  “You think I should put my mouth somewhere else?” His warm breath wafted across her cheek. His gaze was dark, intense, tortured.

  Blood pounded through her veins and since she was well past the point of vocalizing anything intelligent she simply nodded.

  “Tell me where?” he demanded in a soft voice.

  Rachel slid her hands over her body and gripped the cup of her lacy bra. In a silent message, she tugged, just enough to expose one distended nipple.

  Nick’s nostrils flared and he gave her a scalding look. “Do you think if I put my mouth on your nipple it will help warm you up?”

  She wanted that so much she felt dizzy. Without bothering to mask her enthusiasm, she gave a quick nod and practically whimpered in delight.

  His eyes dropped to her bare breast. “I suppose it’s worth a try.” His head descended and his tongue was on her in seconds, taking possession of her body and greedily drawing her hard nub into his mouth. Light gentle flicks turned into long, heated sucks. Her nipple tingled and tightened beneath his hot, wet mouth. Each velvet stroke brought her closer and closer to the precipice.

  Rachel raced her hands through his hair, holding his mouth to her quivering body. A low moan cut through the room and she widened her legs as Nick continued to stoke the fire inside her.

  When her body began pulsing, she whimpered for release. Her hands slid to Nick’s shoulders and she gave a little push, her actions conveying without words exactly where she needed him.

  “Still not warm?” As he breathed the words over her skin, it elicited a shudder from deep within.

  She pinched her eyes shut and tossed her head from side to side.

  “Do you need my mouth somewhere else, Rachel?” The dark desire in his tone had her lids springing back open.

  “Nick . . .” she murmured.

  “Tell me.” He gripped the sides of her hips and the urgency in his voice touched something deep inside her. Bone-deep warmth flowed through her and tangled her emotions. “Tell me where you need my mouth.”

  She drew a deep breath but was unable to fill her lungs. Pushing on his shoulders, she guided him downward. “Here. I need you here, Nick,” she murmured, shocked at her boldness and the sheer desperation in her voice.

  His lashes fluttered against her skin as he slid down her body. She widened her legs even more, granting him full access to the hungry little spot that needed his undivided attention. He insinuated himself between her legs, pressed his nose to her silk panties and inhaled, pulling her aroused aroma into his lungs.

  “Dear God,” she whispered. When he blew a hot breath over her sex, she let out a little gasp and began trembling from head to toe.

  “Are you getting warmer, Rachel?”

  “Yes, no, I don’t know . . .” She bucked against him but he pressed his hand to her stomach and pinned her to the bed and in that instant it occurred to her just how much she liked being restrained.

  He trailed his fingers over her stomach, her hips, and her thighs, taking the utmost care with her body. His touch was so painstakingly gentle it stirred feelings inside her and it suddenly occurred to her that if she spent one more second in his arms she was going to fall for him, and fall for him hard. As alarm bells jangled in the back of her head, she angled her head to see him.

  Through the silk material of her panties, Nick pressed his lips to her clit and her body began to burn up. Flames licked at her thighs, sending heat to every nerve ending in her body. She gyrated against his mouth. “Oh my God, Nick. I’m burning up.”

  Her words seemed to trigger something inside him. His head came up with a snap and he pulled back as though he’d forgotten where he was, and what he was doing. His hasty retreat took her by surprise and his change of mood occurred so swiftly it left her stunned. His expression turned serious and dark stormy eyes met hers, like he was waging some sort of internal war.

  As her brain struggled through the lust-filled haze, her heart raced and she knew she was in trouble. His touch, his kisses, and his gentleness worked some mysterious alchemy on her heart and soul. By small degrees, his body tightened.

  Oh God, what had she gone and done?

  Nick raced his fingers through his hair, pushing it off his face. His turbulent gaze took in her rumpled state as he, too, seemed to realize the mistake they’d just made. “I . . . uh . . .” He appeared to be at a loss for words, so she came to his rescue and gave him a way out.

  “Looks like I’m all warmed up now. Thanks for your help,” she said, despite the fact that she needed him to continue as much as she needed him to stop.

  He gave her a look she didn’t understand, climbed from the bed, and gathered his clothes. He tossed a long, lingering glance her way, before he turned around and disappeared into the hall. “Good night, Rachel.”

  As she watched him shut the door, her body thrummed and her mind worked to sort through the turn of events.

  What the hell just happened?

  Unfortunately, her brain was too far gone and her body too far lost in a haze of lust for her to make sense out of it tonight. All she knew was she needed to take the edge off before she splintered into a million tiny pieces.

  It was her feet that did him in.

  Soft, smooth, with manicured nails painted in the hottest shade of pink. Oh fuck, she was so damned sexy. So sexy he couldn’t control his primal urges around her.

  Nick shook his head in disgust and berated himself, hardly able to believe how far he’d let that go, how much of a selfish bastard he was. Sure, he ached to spend all night between her legs, licking and fingering her until she creamed in his mouth, over and over again, but under the circumstances ravishing her was hardly the honorable thing to do, no matter how much they both seemed to want that.

  When her soft whisper had covered him like a blanket of lust, every logical reason he’d had not to forge full-force ahead and fuck her sweet little pussy suddenly seemed so irrelevant.

  Oh Christ, hadn’t he lectured himself on taking advantage of Rachel and the situation? He knew better than that. But there was just something so damned sweet and sexy about her that had him acting on impulse and going against his own best interests, against her best interests.

  When the alcohol wore off and her body temperature returned to normal, her thoughts would clear. Then he had no idea how she’d react to his kisses. With her hot/cold behavior, it was anyone’s guess.

  Nick slipped into Mason’s room, and tossed his clothes onto his bunk bed. It was then that he realized he’d left his leggings back in Rachel’s room. Still in his boxer shorts, he spun around and backtracked down the hall. He stood outside the door and tapped lightly but when she didn’t respond, he quietly inched it open in search of his belongings.

  What he saw instead rocked him to his very core. Spread out on her bed, completely naked, Rachel ran her hands over her sensuous body. Her beautiful breasts with rosy red nipples swayed slightly as she writhed on the sheets. Lips wet and parted, a pink hue colored her cheeks and her dark hair tumbled over her shoulder
s in complete disarray.

  The soft bedroom mewls coming from her mouth turned his legs to rubber, and his cock to granite. Her intoxicating voice whispered across his flesh like an intimate caress and awakened every nerve ending. Captivated by the sight before him, and bewitched by her dark desirous murmurs, Nick locked both knees to keep himself upright and stood stock-still, trying to remember how to breathe.

  With the room seductively scented by her arousal, lamplight fell over her body, and the soft hair matted to her pussy glistened beneath the rays. His stomach tightened and pressure built in his body as his cock throbbed to drive into her drenched core and stay there for the rest of his vacation. He clenched his jaw to suppress a growl. Oh fuck, he should leave. The gentleman in him urged him to get the hell out of there, but the man in him demanded he stay put.

  The man won out. Selfish bastard that he was.

  His eyes fixed on the apex between her legs in time to see Rachel open her pretty pink lips and scrape her finger over her engorged clit. With her every sensual movement seducing him from across the room, she widened her legs and bent one at the knee, the position providing him with a clear view of her gorgeous sex.

  Lost in the heat of the moment, blood pulsed hot through his body and he was damned near close to shooting a load off in his boxer shorts just from watching her. As her pleasure mounted she made a sexy noise, brushed her nipple with her thumb, and pushed a finger high inside her pussy.

  Sweet mother of God!

  It was the most erotic thing he’d ever seen. Primitive desire raged inside him. Her breath came hard and ragged and her hips lifted from the bed. Using long, luxurious strokes, she eased her finger in and out of her hot tight center, in and out, picking up the pace as she chased an orgasm.

  Keeping up the rhythm, she ground her clit against her palm, and it was all he could do not to walk over there and lend her a helping hand. But he didn’t dare move and miss a second of her sexy solo act.

  She shifted and rotated and pushed another finger inside to stretch herself open wider. Her breath caught on a gasp as lust stole every ounce of his strength. Her fingers plunged harder, deeper while she brushed her other hand over her engorged nipples.

  Dizzy with want and overwhelmed with desire, Nick sagged against the doorway. The need to lose himself in her was so intense it rocked his world. Christ, it was almost frightening the way she affected him. His muscles were trembling, and he was sure he was going to go mad with want. Juices pearled on the tip of his crown and his cock spasmed to the point of pain. If he didn’t soon rectify that big problem, he was either going to rupture an artery or spontaneously combust. Nothing good could come from either one of those.

  Her lids fluttered, her head flew to the side tossing her long silky hair across her pillow, and she moaned without censure. A second later, a violent tremor wracked her body as she climaxed. Nick inhaled her rich sensual scent as she gave a whimper of relief. After a moment, she drew a calming breath and pulled her bedding to her shoulders.

  With the utmost care, Nick backed out of her room and silently shut her door. Forgetting all about his leggings, he tiptoed quietly back to his room, ripped off his boxer shorts, and quickly went to work on abusing the hell out of his cock.

  4

  Rachel awoke to bright sunshine streaming in through her window. She’d fallen into such a deep sleep last night after she’d finished what she and Nick had started, she hadn’t had time to sort through her emotions or the intimacies the two had shared.

  She took a moment to recall the desire flicking across Nick’s face, the intensity in his gaze, the sensuous way he tended to every inch of her body, and the erotic way he’d paid homage to her mouth, her breasts, between her legs. . . .

  Her pulse kicked up a notch and doubt whispered through her blood. Surely to God a man who was batting for the other team could never pleasure a woman like that.

  Maybe she’d misread him. Maybe he wasn’t gay at all. But if he wasn’t, what had caused him to pull back so abruptly and flee from her room like he’d just made a colossal mistake? And why would Mason introduce him as his partner?

  Rachel tossed her head to the side and it was then that she’d noticed Nick’s leggings. Okay, the man wore women’s tights. How could he not be gay?

  She slipped from her bed, pulled on her housecoat, and gathered his underwear in her hand. She shook her head in bewilderment. Nick really was a confusing mix of seductive masculinity and tights-wearing femininity. His sexuality was a conundrum, for sure.

  As she considered that a moment longer, she decided a little investigative research was in order. Sure, she could come right out and ask him if he was pitching or catching for the other team, but she really didn’t want to risk offending him—or Mason.

  She crept from her room and noticed that the house was already alive with activity. She could hear her parents, Mason, and Buzzy all laughing over breakfast. She stilled and strained her ears. As she deciphered the voices, she listened for Nick’s rich, sensuous tone. Two small steps led her to the banister to peer over and she winced when the wooden floor creaked beneath her bare feet. Just then she heard the shower turn on and quickly concluded that it was Nick. With Nick in the shower and Mason downstairs it’d give her the perfect opportunity to snoop . . . err . . . investigate.

  With his tights in hand, Rachel tiptoed into Mason’s childhood bedroom. The first thing she’d noticed was that only one of the bunk beds had been slept in. Either Mason and Nick had cuddled up together or Mason hadn’t come home last night.

  She spotted Nick’s open suitcase and gave the contents a once-over. Besides another pair of tights and a woman’s thermal pajama top, it looked like any man’s suitcase. She checked of the list: pants, sweaters, shirts, boxer shorts. Despite the women’s clothes, she still held a modicum of hope that she’d been mistaken about his sexuality.

  She caught sight of Nick’s shaving kit on the dresser. She nibbled her bottom lip and listened for a moment. After making sure the shower was still running, she peaked inside and found a bottle of shampoo. Pulling it out, she turned it over in her hands and read the label—restorative treatment to protect hair and fight dryness due to the elements. Then she discovered a bottle of hand cream—to prevent chapped and cracked skin. Okay, so he cared about his hair and hands. No big deal. Lots of guys used special hair and hand care products. Right? None that she knew right off the top of her head, but still . . .

  She rooted around some more, examining the assortment of colognes, toothpaste, and toiletries, until she found a bottle of JB head lube. Damn. She frowned as her stomach plummeted. It was that tiny tube that stole her last vestige of hope.

  It was the exact same “head” lube she’d seen at Mason’s apartment in New York, but she’d never looked close enough to figure out which head it was used for, and she certainly wasn’t about to now. One logical thought popped into her head. Nick and Mason had more in common than she realized. And not only did they share the same products, they likely shared the same . . . everything. Like her brother, Nick was about as straight as a circle.

  Frowning, her mood darkened and a lump lodged in her throat as she tiptoed from the bedroom. With her back to the hall, she quietly pulled the door shut, turned around and ran smack-dab into a wall of muscle. Nick. Her glance panned his body, noting that he was standing before her in nothing but his towel, loosely knotted at the waist.

  One little tug . . .

  Her head jerked up with a start and she could feel her cheeks suffuse with color.

  “Good morning, Rachel.” His rich baritone brought on a shiver of longing.

  Instantly aware of his close proximity and his rock-hard body, she grew slick between her legs. She tightened her robe, not wanting Nick to get a whiff of her heady arousal.

  Concealing her emotions, she smoothed her hair back, gave a tight nod, and offered him a counterfeit smile. “Good morning. I . . . uh . . . I was just returning your tights.”

  A bead of water f
ell from his hair and landed on his well-defined chest. She practically salivated. Linking her fingers together, she bit the inside of her mouth and resisted the urge to track it—with the tip of her tongue.

  Nick dipped his head and leaned close. His fresh soapy scent curled around her and nearly shut down her brain. His face was dark, solemn. His eyes were full of tenderness and concern and it did the weirdest things to her insides. He pitched his voice low and said, “I’m sorry about last night. I just want you to know I’m not that kind of guy. I’d never take adv—”

  Her heart was pounding so hard she could barely decipher his words. All she knew was that he was apologizing for the intimacies they’d shared. She held her hand up and cut him off. Christ, she was embarrassed enough by her behavior as it was. She was the one that asked him to use his mouth to warm her. She was the one who craved the feel of his lips on her skin, the one who practically threw herself at him.

  Him, as in her brother’s boyfriend.

  She lowered her voice to match his. “No need to apologize. It shouldn’t have happened.” She scoffed and rushed on, “And believe me I know you’re not that kind of guy. It must have been the alcohol, or the cold numbing my better judgment.”

  He blew a long, slow, tortured breath. “You must understand that Mason is—”

  “Mason never needs to know.” Another round of guilt ate at her when she thought of Mason. Gathering every ounce of strength she possessed, she pushed back the heat inside her and presented a calm, cool exterior. She sidestepped Nick. “Now, if you’ll excuse me. The sunshine is calling me.”

  With plans to avoid Nick for the remainder of her vacation, she had a quick shower—trying not to picture Nick’s naked body all soaped up in there moments ago—dressed in a pair of jeans and black knit sweater and made her way to the kitchen for a bite.

  So much for avoiding Nick. There he was sitting at the kitchen table looking good enough to eat. Even though she glanced everywhere but at him, she couldn’t help but notice that he still looked uneasy after the events of last night.