The Naughty List Bundle with The Night Before Christmas & Yule Be Mine. Fern Michaels
a hard punch to the gut—or at least, it sure as shit felt like he did.
Christie stood in the doorway, her long black hair loose around her face, her deep blue bedroom eyes tempting him…and she was naked.
His cock shoved against the front of his jeans, and he lunged toward her.
“The panties fit,” she told him, her cheeks a little red, and he managed to jerk his gaze off her breasts—freaking beautiful breasts with tight pink nipples—and he saw that she was wearing the scrap of lace.
Not naked. Still so sexy he hurt.
The lace rode low on her round, perfect hips. Hips that he’d grab and hold tight while he drove into her. Hips that—
“Jonas, is everything—”
“Perfect. Everything is fucking perfect.” He took two steps and stood before her. Stood and just stared. Damn. Her skin was so smooth. Pale and perfect and he had to touch her. His hands lifted and skimmed down her shoulders. She shivered.
She wants me, just as much as I want her.
“The bedroom—it’s behind me and—”
He shook his head, caught her hand and pulled her with him. Back across the room. Back toward the glittering Christmas tree. A thick rug was spread between the tree and the fireplace. Perfect.
“Are you going to—to take off your clothes? Y-you should—”
He gently pushed her down onto the rug. “Not yet.”
Her breath blew out in a rush. He lowered onto his knees. Stared more and realized he had to touch. Not just with his hands. With his mouth.
He knew just where he wanted to start.
“Jonas, are you—”
Her words ended in a gasp when he licked her breast. She arched up toward him. Just as responsive as last night. So, no, he hadn’t been imaging things. Hadn’t made it better in his memory. One touch—fire.
He spread his lips wider and took her breast deeper into his mouth. Tasted. Sucked.
Jonas heard the rasp of her breath. Her hands rose and locked around his shoulders. The faint edge of her nails bit through his shirt.
“Easy,” he whispered as he lifted his head.
But his “good” girl shook her head. “I don’t want easy. I want you.” Her hand went to the buckle of his belt. “And I want you now, Jonas.”
She unhooked the buckle, went for the snap and the zipper—
He backed away from her. “Not yet.” He wasn’t going to let the first time be too fast or too hard. He’d promised her the best sex she’d ever had, and he was damn well going to deliver on that promise.
“Spread your legs,” he ordered, his voice dropping to a growl.
Her legs shifted on the rug, then parted.
The zipper was probably making a permanent imprint on his dick.
He positioned his body between her legs, letting his jeans brush her flesh, and giving him a perfect view of her body.
She stared at him, eyes wide, lips parted, pink tongue darting just behind her teeth. Waiting.
He stretched over her and took her mouth. Jonas kissed her long and deep and let his tongue take and claim. He took her mouth the way he’d be taking her body.
Mine.
He’d make sure she didn’t forget him, not any time soon. Not ever.
Jonas licked his way down her neck. When he came to the spot just under her left ear, her hips rocked up against him. He stilled. Then licked her again.
Another fast rock.
So his lady had a sweet spot. He bet she had more, and he was ready to find them all. But first…
His fingers eased under the lace. Sweetest spot of all. He found her already wet, the flesh plump and eager. A moan trembled in her throat.
He bit lightly on her neck, and when her hips arched, he let his index finger dip inside her.
She shuddered beneath him. Fuck yes.
But…not yet. He pulled his hand away from her and kissed his way down her body. Jonas took his time with her breasts, licking and sucking those dark tips. He loved the feel of her nipples on his tongue. The taste—still strawberries—still driving him crazy.
Her thighs lifted and squeezed him. “I can’t—more!”
He’d give her more. He’d give her everything she could handle and everything she couldn’t.
The curve of her stomach tempted his mouth. When his lips pressed just under her belly button, she gasped his name. Another spot. A weakness for her, a temptation for him. He bit her, then sucked the flesh. Jonas marked the area, and she trembled beneath him, as her hands rose to clutch his shoulders.
His head lowered more. He licked down her abdomen and let his breath blow against that lace.
“J-Jonas…” Sweat beaded his brow as he looked up at her. Lust and need burned in her eyes. “Jonas, I want you to—”
Taste me.
The words hung in the air between them. But she bit her lips and her gaze dropped.
He blew against the lace once more. Her hips lifted helplessly. “You want me to touch you again?”
A jerky nod.
His fingers caressed her through the lace. He traced lightly over her sex, feeling the material dampen. Christie was ready for him, and he was insane for her.
He lowered his mouth to that lace. Jonas kissed her through the fabric and felt her body go bow tight. It wouldn’t take much to push her into a climax. Not much at all.
His fingers pulled on the lace. His control slipped away, breaking from him as her scent teased him and—
And the lace ripped.
“Buy you more,” he promised as he tossed the scraps aside. He put his mouth right on her and tasted her flesh like he’d wanted. When his tongue pressed against the center of her need, Christie came, shuddering beneath him as she whispered his name on a long, hard sigh.
But he didn’t stop. Wasn’t close to stopping. He tasted and he took and when she came against his mouth a second time, he felt the trembles of her orgasm.
He pushed away from her. The drum of his heartbeat filled his ears. It took two seconds to ditch his jeans. Two more to slide on his condom and then he was plunging into her. Driving as deep as he could go. The ripples of her release teased his cock, and he drove into her, faster, harder.
His hands caught hers. Their fingers threaded together. Their eyes locked.
Thrust.
So blue. So dark. Her eyes held his. Wild with lust.
The tree lights glittered down on them. Shining.
Thrust.
Her legs were around his hips, holding so tight. Her ankles pressed against him, and she met him, thrust for thrust. He drove into her, deeper, harder.
“Jonas!”
He climaxed with her—and it was fucking incredible.
Eventually, they made it to her bed. Had sex again. Slow and tender this time. Christie was pretty sure there wasn’t an inch of her body that Jonas hadn’t kissed.
She felt so good. No, better than good. Better than she’d ever felt.
“You sure know how to deliver on a promise,” she murmured as her hand trailed down the muscular expanse of his chest.
His eyes opened, and he turned his head toward her.