Gift Wrapped (7 page)

“Come over here and we’ll find out.”

She smiled coyly while sliding between him and the countertop. “Here I am.”

“Hold on to it while I put our first few ingredients in the pot.” He pressed his nose to her neck and his hard-on against her ass. “Then I’ll show you how to use it.”

“Yes, sir.” Her left hand snaked behind her hip, seeking
his
handle.

“Hey, now,” he said, though the inch of space he gave so she could better cup him hardly constituted true scolding. “Pay attention to what I’m putting in here.” He measured ingredients into the pot. “There’s going to be a test on this later.”

“Essay style, or multiple choice?”

He curled his hand over hers where it gripped the stalk of the whisk. Guided their mixing motion while speaking softly in her ear, “Multiple for sure. That okay with you, babe?” Might’ve been his imagination, but her knees seemed to buckle a little.

“Can you give me a sample question?”

He smiled against her hair while reaching for the milk. “Take this and pour some in the pot while I think of one.”

“Fine,” she said, huffing as she removed her hand from his crotch to follow instructions. “How much?”

“Enough to get things wet.” Putting her in charge of the milk left
him
with a free hand, which he slid around her waist. He opened her jeans and skimmed his fingers down, over the front of some tiny panties. Very nice.

“Is that good, is it wet enough?” The carafe hovered over the bowl, shaking as much as her breathy voice.

He slid his questing hand farther between her legs, over the strip of satin.
Wet
satin. “It’s perfect.” He drew back, enough to delve under the top edge of her panties. “Now add the rest of the milk, but do it slowly, a little at a time.” Exactly what he planned to do with his fingers.

She opened her stance for him. He took the invitation and used it well, sliding two fingers along her pussy, stroking with a hell of a lot more patience than his cock would’ve preferred.

“Jesus, Brinn, you feel so good.”

Milk trickled from the metal carafe. Brinn’s arm shook where she held it, suspended in the air. Together, they stirred—somehow—though he was damn sure the only communication making it from his brain to the rest of his body right now were the words
get
naked
and
fuck
.

“God, Davis…”

The sound of his name in her dreamy, lust-filled voice brought him back. Seemed they were thinking the same things. That made drawing the dance out a little longer worth the tight ache in his balls. He circled her clit, eliciting sexy, tortured breathing from his Christmas Eve date. So fucking hot, he could probably ignite a fire with the heat swirling at the base of his cock right now.

“I thought of a question.”

“Whatever it is,” she said, “my answer is yes.”

He chuckled against her neck. “Multiple choice, remember?”

“Mmm…yes.”

He did like the sound of that word from her lips. “How do you want me to make you come? A, with my fingers, B, with my tongue, or C, with my cock?”

“D. All of the above.”

“So you’re perfect.” He relinquished touching her to take the carafe from her shaking hand. “Except for the not-cooking thing and your jealous side.”

She angled to one side and looked at him, all glassy-eyed and flushed in the cheeks. “Jealous side? Oh…you mean back in the store, because of Alicia.”

How could he
not
smile at that admission? But he wouldn’t call her on it. No point. “No, babe. Because of my drawer organizers. You want some for yourself.”

She wiggled around to face him, eyes gleaming with naughty intentions. “True, I do want what’s inside your drawers.”

He stopped her before she popped his button. “And it wants you. A hell of a lot. But you touch me now and I’m done with self-control. I’ll bend you over this counter and slide your sexy body through half-made pudding while I fuck you.” The scenario had come out of nowhere, but damn. Brinn blinked up at him—once, twice—then tugged his button open.

Things were about to get slippery.

Chapter Five

“I’m a man of my word, Brinn.”

“I hope so.”

A deep growl rumbled near her ear. Then his hands were everywhere, stripping away her clothes with a combination of efficiency and impatience. “Jesus, you’re sexy.” His gaze moved over her naked body. “Merry Christmas to me.”

She’d always worried a little around Liam. He had a serious attraction to sports-mag models, whereas her physique resembled a “before” picture of one of those women. Under Davis’s heated stare, Brinn felt like a goddess.

A goddess with more sexual confidence than she’d had in her life. “My turn to unwrap a present.” She reached for the bottom of his shirt and tugged it upward.

He helped, peeling the fabric away and tossing it onto the growing pile of castoffs. His jeans followed. Then boxers and socks, leaving him head-to-toe naked and hard all over.

“I’ve obviously been a very good girl this year, to get a present this size,” she said, taking his cock in hand.

Faster than she could give him a come-and-get-some smile, he turned her, bending her over the island—as promised. “Are you really a good girl, Brinn? I need to know.”

Her legs shook and her heart raced. “Yes. I’m a good girl.”

He leaned over her back, molding his body tightly to hers. “Do you like being a good girl?”

His warm breath on her neck made her shiver. Or maybe it was the question, so loaded with naughty promises.

“No,” she whispered. “I don’t like it.”

“Then I’m going to fuck the good girl right out of you tonight.” He knocked her legs farther apart with his knee and entered her with enough fingers and force to make her moan. “I’m going to fill you up, Brinn. So fucking full.” He worked his fingers deeper. Teased her anus with the pad of his thumb. “I’m going to make my good girl beg for all kinds of filthy things.”

Oh god. Her heart hammered against the cool, smooth countertop. Her pulse pounded in her ears. A dozen dirty thoughts flew through her mind. Things she’d fantasized about, but been afraid to suggest with past boyfriends.

Davis wasn’t a boyfriend and never would be. He was strictly a lover. That ought to make him dangerous, yet it made him safe in the ways that counted tonight. She could say anything she wanted without fear of embarrassment or ruining their future. But when she opened her mouth to speak, all that escaped was a needy moan as she arched to meet his touch.

“It’s not enough for me either, babe.” He withdrew his fingers and took hold of her hips. “I need to be inside you. Deep inside.”

“Then keep your word.” She reached behind and gripped his cock. “Put me on the naughty list.”

He groaned as she stroked. “Jesus, Brinn. I’m on limited control here.” He jerked backward. “Hang on, babe, hang on.”

She had to give him credit, he took care of the condom business pretty damn fast. Then he was behind her again, this time making good on his word.

“Fuuuck…” he moaned while pushing slowly inside. “You’re so tight. Tell me if it’s too much.”

“God no, keep going.” She opened wider, angling her hips to take him deeper. “My loser ex just had a much smaller whisk than yours.”

Davis’s rhythm faltered as he laughed. “Glad I didn’t disappoint.”

“Not so far.”

Another deep laugh filled the room. “Not anytime tonight, babe.” He thrust again. Not slowly this time. Not gently either.

Air rushed from her lungs. She grabbed for the edge of the countertop, needing purchase under his new rhythm. “Oh, shit,” she said as metal and ingredients crashed to the floor.

“Forget them.” One hand slid around her body. Two strong fingers pressed against her clit. “Focus on me. This.”

As if she could think about anything else with his fingers rubbing hard and fast, pushing her closer to the edge. With his cock stroking in and out of her body, filling her to breathless over and over again. But she still wanted more.

“Touch my ass,” she whispered. “Like you did before, but—deeper.”

A growl-like sound rumbled behind her. Davis removed his hand from her hip and slid his palm over her skin. His thumb followed the crack of her ass, all the way to his target. “You want my fingers in here, babe? Fucking your sexy ass?”

“Yes.” God, yes. A million times yes.

He groaned as he breached her rim. “Fuck, babe, you look so damn sexy, taking my cock and fingers in your hot fucking body.”

Heat flared from his touch. A burn she never wanted to end. She arched, pressing backward to meet his thrusts. “Deeper. Harder.”

He banded her waist with one arm, holding her steady while he fucked her, hard and deep. With his cock. With his finger. “You feel so fucking good. Too good. Have to slow down so I last.”

She shook her head the best she could. Then reached between their legs and cupped his balls.

“Fuck, don’t do that. I’m too close.”

Much as she wanted this to go on and on, she wanted him to come. To feel him lose control because of her. So she squeezed. Dragged her nails over the dimpled skin of his sac and smooth surface behind.

“Jesus, fuck…” He thrust once more, groaning as his body molded to hers. “I told you not to do that,” he said between choppy breaths. “You didn’t come.”

“I did earlier.”

“Not good enough.” He lifted his weight from her back and withdrew from her body.

“I thought it was good,” she said, softly.

“Oh, it was better than good.” Without warning, he scooped her into his arms, honeymoon style. “But that’s still not good enough,” he said, kissing her while walking to the sofa.

Her back connected with soft leather as he settled on his knees, with her thighs over his shoulders. “Davis…” She sucked in a breath as his lips coasted over her skin, headed toward her pussy. “You don’t have to do this. Really.”

“Yeah, I do.” His eyes twinkled up at her from between her legs. “I want dessert, but
somebody
wrecked the pudding.”

“I warned you I would.”

His chuckle vibrated against her sensitive flesh. “So you did. This is better anyway. I’d much rather eat you.” One deep, slow glide of his tongue ended the conversation. The next swipe had her wiggling closer.

She slid her fingers over his head, pulling them away just as quickly. “Sorry. Forgot about the punch-zone thing.”

He looked up her body, his arousal-darkened eyes meeting her gaze. “You’ll never be there. I want your hands on me. Got it?”

She nodded while settling her palms on his shoulders.

Still, he stared up at her. His warm lips and the tip of his tongue teased her pussy, but without purpose. Waiting for her to comply, clearly.

So she did, gliding her hands over his warm, smooth skin.

Back down he went. No teasing now. His tongue moved hard and fast against her clit. He curled his hands over her thighs and pulled her tighter to his face.

“God, that’s so good.” She cupped the back of his skull and bucked against the exquisite pressure he delivered. The sucking and licking and growling as he feasted on her body.

The switch flipped and over she went. Into that place with flashes of light behind her eyelids. No words. Just hot, rippling, selfish sensation. Davis’s tongue. His lips. The endless vibrations. His arms wrapped around her, bearing down, spreading her open and holding her down.
God, god, god yes.

“I see how it is.” His deep, delicious voice floated into her ear.

She cracked one eye open, peering at him from her satiated state. “How what is?”

His handsome face grinned down at her. “You’ll do anything to avoid cooking.”

“Yup, you’ve got me all figured out.”

“I doubt that’s the case, but I’ve got plenty of time left to uncover more of your secrets.” He stole her chance to respond by taking her breath away with a sinful kiss that ended too quickly. “For now, just lie here and give me something sexy to look at while I clean up the kitchen.”

She reached for him, catching his forearm before he moved away. “I can help.”

“You already did, Brinn. Best Christmas Eve I’ve had in—” He leaned in and pressed his lips to her forehead. “In a long time.”

* * * * *

Much to his relief, Brinn had bypassed the drama category and chosen an action movie for them to watch. One with lots of ass-kicking. Hot sex too. Like the scene on the screen right now—which had the main characters fucking in the middle of a crowd in Chinatown. Borderline dubious in the consent department, but Brinn’s eyes were glued to the TV. And her mostly naked body was plastered to his side.

The leg she’d slung over his thigh earlier rose. On the screen, the chick was now happily taking a pounding from behind while bent over a newsstand. Beside him, Brinn was rubbing her satin-covered pussy against his leg.

He cupped the back of her leg and pulled her tighter against him. A soft little moan snuck from her parted lips. The speed and pressure on his leg increased, so did the volume of her breathing. Her eyelids fluttered and her hand moved to the front of his boxers.

“Davis…”

Goddamn, that voice. The way she moved, riding his thigh, helping herself to what she needed. So fucking hot.

He trailed his fingers down her back, teased them beneath the edge of her panties. A soft moan filled his ear when he slid two fingers into her heat. “Come for me, babe. Give it to me.”

She squeezed his cock through the thin jersey material while grinding against his leg, hard and fast. “God, Davis, I’m coming…”

Fuck, yeah, she was. And it went on and on. The sensual sound of her panting, the frantic, jerky rubbing as she used his leg to get off. The way her eyes pinched closed and her mouth opened. The flush of red across her fair cheeks. Didn’t matter that he’d already come twice tonight. His cock was primed and ready for another round.

“Oh my god.” She buried her face against his chest. “That was—”

“Insanely fucking hot.”

She peeked up at him through a screen of long, dark eyelashes. How did she do that? Look innocent as a virgin
and
sexy as a porn star?