Page 19 of Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree
“Do you know how badly I want to fuck you right now? How I want to rip your pants down to your ankles and drive my cock deep inside your hot little pussy?”
Her whimper only fuels the fire.
“Do you want that too, princess?” I ask without lifting my mouth from the skin of her cleavage. Instead, I sink my teeth into the flesh under my lips when she doesn’t respond right away. “Answer me.”
She mewls and presses herself closer to my mouth. I accept her offering, sliding my lips over the exposed skin while I shift one hand to the snap of her pants and drag the zipper down until I encounter the smooth fabric of her panties.
I don’t wait. I slide my hand beneath the cotton, too desperate to feel the softer skin beneath.
“Evan.”
My fingers slide through her folds to the bundle of nerves crying out for my attention.
“Your body is telling me, Lilah. But I want to hear the words on your lips. Tell me you fucking want me. That you want this.” I slide one finger knuckle deep, keeping pressure on her clit with the pad of my thumb.
“Fuck. I want you.”
Her eyes are squeezed shut. I don’t fucking think so. She’s going to admit it’s me she wants. No one else.
“Who? Who do you want?”
Her eyes blaze open, the hazel a liquid gold as they meet mine.
“I want you to fuck me, Evan.”
Hell yes.
I don’t have the chance to respond before her lips capture mine, her tongue taking control until rational thought is all but gone.
The elevator’s descent barely registers. I want to ignore the shift beneath my feet, focus on the pleasure at the tip of my fingers. Literally.
But I didn’t start the elevator.
“Lilah.”
“Mmm.” She squeezes me tighter, and I nearly forget about our predicament.
“Princess.”
I slowly pull back, cool air rushing into the space I put between us.
“The elevator.”
Her eyes widen, and she brings shaky fingers to the fly of her pants.
Goddamn it.
She attempts another step back, but I snake out a hand and yank her to me.
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?”
“I—”
“We’re not done with this conversation,” I tell her and steal her lips in another kiss. This one tinged with the madness I’m giving into with every heartbeat.
“What conversation?” She licks her lips.
I’m about to dip my head for another taste when the elevator doors slide open and I’m locked in Chris’s gaze. He darts a look at Lilah, then homes in on me again.
