Page 28 of Santa's Dark Secret
A deep groan rumbles through his chest, and the sound of his pleasure is enough to set me alight all over again. “Holy shit,” I pant, as he drops his forehead to my shoulder, taking deep breaths as we both start coming down from our high.
“You can say that again,” he says, and as a proud smirk stretches across my lips, I make a point to squeeze my walls and laugh at the way he groans again. “Fuck, baby. You’re going to be the reason I fall to my knees.”
“You have no idea how okay I am with that.”
Nick laughs and shifts his hands to my ass before pulling me away from the wall. The slight movement causes him to shift inside me, making my sensitive body jolt. He walks us over to my kitchen and places my ass down on the counter before gently pulling himself free.
He takes the slightest step back before bracing his hands against the counter and caging me in, his dark stare locked so firmly on mine. “I’m fucking serious, Mila. You’ve got no idea how desperately I’ve craved everything you are this year. Walking away from you last December fucking destroyed me. I don’t know how I’m supposed to do it again.”
“Then don’t.”
“It’s not that easy, Mila. I’m in love with you. Have been since I was eight years old,” he tells me, making my heart run a million miles an hour as his hand shifts to my bare thigh. “I know you wanted clarity about you and me and how all of this is supposed to work, but I really don’t know how I’m supposed to give you that. All I can tell you is that I’ve been yours since before I can fucking remember.”
I nod, my fingers dancing across his chest and down to his hand on my thigh. “I love you, too.”
He holds my stare a moment longer before dipping his head toward mine and kissing me again, and this time, it’s different from earlier. It’s not the hungry need of two people desperate to come alive. It’s almost a heartbroken kind of kiss, both of us knowing that this thing between us can never go anywhere further than this, despite how we feel for each other.
Not wanting to kill the mood of our one night together, I slowly pull back and place my hand against his warm chest. “I believe you have a list of wishes that require marking off.”
A stupid grin pulls at the corner of his lips, and he wastes no time pulling the printout of wishes from his pocket before handing it to me. I quickly scan over it, realizing he’s alreadyticked a few boxes. “Wow, you’re certainly not wasting any time,” I tease before glancing around my kitchen in search of a pen. “Looks like January, March, and November are already out of the way.”
“Then what are you waiting for?” he says, reaching for a pen that I clearly missed. “Tick them off.”
A wide smile settles on my face as I get to work, ticking off the first three boxes of the night.
January - To be fucked up against the living room wall the second I see her. Slam into her. (A quickie to get it out of our systems.)
March - Make her come so hard that her whole world implodes. She wants to feel the whole world shake beneath her, but even I have limits of what my magic can do.
November - Give her the clarity she deserves.
“You know, there’s an awful lot of things to get through,” I comment, glancing over the list one more time, hardly able to even remember making some of these wishes, but I won’t lie, I like the sound of every last one of them. “Do you think we’ll have time to get through them all?”
Nick arches a brow. “Do you doubt me, Mila?”
All I can do is shake my head as he takes the list from my hand and places it down on the counter beside me. “Time is of the essence. We better get to work.”
A thrill shoots through me as his dark, hungry gaze sails over my body, taking in my lingerie and the big red bow around mywaist. “Did I tell you how fucking gorgeous you are? Just the sight of you like this . . . How did I ever get so lucky?”
My cheeks flush, but as his gaze comes back to mine, something shifts in his dark stare. “It’s a shame I’m going to have to unwrap you.”
“Oh?” I ask, the butterflies soaring deep in my stomach. “And just how do you intend to do that?”
He pinches the bow around my waist between his fingers, and I watch as it slowly begins to unravel, and with every passing second, his gaze darkens even more. It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen, but when he lays me back against the counter and takes the sheer material of my thong between his teeth and begins dragging it down my thighs, the thrill that rushes through me is simply delicious.
He pulls my thong right off over my black heels, and I make a mental note to tick off December’s wish of watching him remove my underwear with his teeth. But holy fuck, I also need to make a mental note to add that as a standing wish for every single Christmas to come because that was hot.
