Meet Me Under the Mistletoe (Kinky Spurs 4)

She stepped closer until she was pressed against him, noting that he did not step away. “Yes, Darryl?”

“This might not be the best idea,” he said, taking his hands from his pockets and sliding one along the small of her back, pulling her in nice and close, even as his voice rang with hesitation.

“You’re single, aren’t you?”

“I am.”

She could feel his resistance in the tightness of his shoulders. Yet there was only heat, desire, and need in his smoldering gaze. “I leave after Christmas day for a job on a cruise ship.” That was the next adventure, cruising along the Caribbean, bartending on the open seas. She pressed herself against the hardest part of him. “I can feel that you want me in a big, bad way, so what’s the hold up?”

He stared down at her, gaze flaring. Hard. His jaw muscles working overtime.

“I get it,” she added when silence greeted her. “You’re the good guy. The one who does the right thing, all the time. But here’s the thing: I’m not the good girl. I’m the fun girl. And this girl wants this good guy in hot, hot ways. So, let’s make a deal. We’ve got tonight, then if fate intervenes again, we’ll have a few more nights. I hate Christmas, and what would make this Christmas better is a whole lot of sex with you.”

Darryl’s head tilted just a little as his heated gaze fell to her lips. A wild shiver danced from her fingers to her toes when everything changed about him, all the clean-cut, upstanding citizen stuff was gone. Here stood a man who wanted and needed things that were not going to put him on the nice list. “You. Are. Trouble,” he said, dropping his mouth closer to hers.

She stood on her tiptoes and placed her hands his square chest, feeling the hard thumps of his heartbeat. “I know you don’t know this, yet, but that’s what makes me fun.”

Frozen solid, not only from the icy air, but from Penelope’s lips sliding against his, Darryl moaned, pulled under by her spell. A spell that most people wouldn’t understand because Penelope didn’t seem to be his type from the outside. Sure, she was beautiful, but her personality seemed to be at complete odds with his. In fact, he had no doubt, even as his tongue danced with hers and his lips moved over hers, that somewhere along the way, she’d cause him—hopefully only mildly painful—aggravation.

Yet when she leaned away and asked, “All right?” he knew right then, there was no chance he’d walk away from her.

He took the mug from her hand and tossed it into the snow drift next to him. “Yeah, I’m all right, sugar.” He needed her heat again. Years had gone by since he felt anything remotely close to what Penelope made him feel with one kiss. Want.

She planted another kiss on him, harder this time, offering a little bit more. And he took all she had to give him, putting aside that she could become a complication. Fate had brought her back into his life, and he needed to feel this with her. Plus, her taste, her smell…he threaded his fingers into her hair, tilted her head and deepened the kiss, taking it where he wanted it to go. To a much dirtier place. She moaned, and that sound sent his muscles flexing. He gathered her in his arms, and she wrapped her legs tight around his waist as he led them back inside. He kicked the door shut behind them, and he caught a quick flash of beautiful hooded eyes before he pulled the blanket off her shoulders and pressed her back against the wall in his kitchen. He kissed her deeper now, letting out the intensity he felt the night he’d given her that first hot kiss.

Passion, desire, it’d all felt dead inside him for so long. This woman brought that back. And Darryl wasn’t thinking repercussions when he carried her up the staircase and entered his bedroom. Nor did he think what may happen after this, when he lay her out on the mattress. He reached for his coat and shrugged out of that before taking his shirt over his head and tossing it aside before lowering his body onto hers.

She arched up into him, grinding the junction between her thighs against his hardened length. Her hands explored him, her fingers sliding across every groove of muscle along his chest and stomach, and he shut his eyes, reveling in how good touch felt. Her lips returned to his, and she gave all of herself in her kiss. And he demanded even more after that, threading his fingers into her hair, thrusting his tongue deeper into her mouth, urged on by her sexy moans.

When need drove him wild, he ground his throbbing cock against her, circling his hips, and felt the heat of her, the need. He reached for her T-shirt, removing that until she lay in her bra. He flicked the hooks free, then he kissed his way along her shoulders where he slid off her bra. He open-mouth kissed along her collarbone then to her breasts where he took one in his hand and squeezed until he sucked a nipple, and she arched into the pleasure.

Paying attention there, he teased her taut buds, sucking, biting, swirling, until her hands came into his hair, pinning him there. He groaned, his balls aching when her hands slid between their and she began shoving off his pants. When she had those and his boxer briefs down below his ass, a hot tremor ran through him as her hand wrapped around his cock and stroked him. He bit her nipple lightly and she shivered, giving a moan for more. Damn. He’d give her whatever she wanted…anything she wanted, as long as she didn’t stop stroking him. Her hand squeezed tight, circling the tip and running down his shaft.

Blinded by the pleasure, he reached between them, sliding his fingers over her yoga pants, feeling her dampness through the thin fabric. “So wet, Penelope. You want me.” He squeezed her

sex, then gently tickled his fingers across her sensitive flesh until he had her squirming, wanting his touch so badly that she angled her hips up, begging him for it.

“Yes.” She gasped. “Darryl!”

“Ah, but what if I like you like this?” he asked her. “Seeing you out of your mind?”

Her nails dug into his arms and her chin titled back. “Darryl, I’m about to come already.” A little fact about Penelope Carter occurred to him, then. She may be wild, but not with her body. Either she’d been longing for him, or she hadn’t been with anyone in a while.

Heat spiraled to his groin, making him desperate to bring them both something good this Christmas. One night. That’s what they had. He planned to take his fill. He lifted his hips a little, placing his weight on one arm. “Is this where you want me?” he asked, stroking her warm sex.

“Yes.” She gasped again, chin pointing up now.

Rich masculine satisfaction flooded him. A sensation that seemed so foreign until it returned now. He slipped his hand inside her yoga tights, instantly connecting with her wet, shaved pussy. He stroked her hard clit, pressing and circling the bud until she was barely kissing him anymore, her mouth open with her moans. That’s when he slipped one finger inside her heat, then another.

Her body shook. “Jesus. I’m….”

“Going to break apart for me.” He thrust harder and faster, until her body stiffened. Until her moans became loud. He didn’t stop thrusting his fingers until she arched off the bed, her toes pointing out, and she shuddered and screamed her pleasure.

He smiled, all for himself, and squeezed her sex with each hard tremor she gave. Damn, he still had it. Something he’d wondered for a long time.

When her quivering stopped and her body relaxed, he slowly removed his hand from her pants, and she eventually opened her eyes and gave him a smile, promising delicious sex. She wiggled out from under him, and with her beautiful round breasts all for his viewing pleasure, she shimmied out of her yoga tights. “Condom?” she asked, breathless.

He opened the drawer to the box of unopened condoms he’d bought a few weeks ago, thinking he’d try to scratch an itch over the holidays, not even realizing Penelope Carter would be barreling into his life for Christmas. She grabbed one, then kept her pretty eyes on him when she climbed onto his lap like she’d been there a thousand times before. Confident and sexy as hell, she straddled his thighs then took his cock in her hands and began stroking him. He pushed up on his arms, watching her as she dragged his pre-cum over the tip and slid it down his shaft, somehow making him even harder.