Page 51 of Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree
I shouldn’t have let Chris’s call distract me from the perfection of Lilah’s body on the bed. But I’ve been waiting on this call since he rescheduled the meeting with Cornerstone. Now, not only do I want to pick up where Lilah and I left off, but I have news.
Not finding her upstairs, I head down, following the humming audible from the kitchen where she bounces around, putting together a tray of snacks and champagne glasses.
I lean against the counter and silently take in the show. The shake of her ass under the thin white T-shirt of mine she’s wearing. The creamy expanse of thigh disappearing beneath the hem. The memory of exactly what’s under it—nothing.
My dick kicks against the cotton of my sweats, ready to pick up where we left off upstairs. I heave myself away from the counter and line my body up behind Lilah’s, my hands finding her hips under the shirt.
“Jesus.” She jumps but relaxes against me immediately. “You scared me. I thought you were still on the phone with Chris.”
“All done,” I murmur, tracing her exposed neck up to her ear with my lips.
She tilts her head, granting me enough access to nip at the tendon before soothing the mark with my tongue.
“Mmm.” Arching her back, she presses her ass against my dick.
“Want to know what he had to say?” I smooth my hands along the soft skin of her stomach and cup her breasts, tweaking her nipples with my thumbs and forefingers.
“Yes.”
“Pay attention, princess.” I work one nipple while I slide my other hand back down. My fingers glide through her folds until I find the hard nub begging for my attention.
Her legs buckle, and I press her closer to the counter to hold her up.
“Evan.” Her plea ends on a gasp as I trace a circle around her clit.
“Are you listening? Or are you too focused on what my fingers are doing to you?” I simultaneously pinch her clit and her nipple, loving the way my name breaks on her lips.
“I-I-I’m listening.”
“As of today, Just One Yesterday is no longer with Cornerstone.”
She tenses and her head whips around, her desire dimmed at my announcement. I take advantage, claiming her lips with mine.
“Wait, wait, wait,” she says after breaking the kiss. “You can’t just say that and not explain. What happened?”
She turns, dislodging my hands and crossing her arms over her chest. “Explain.”
“You’re adorable when you glare,” I tell her and wrap my arms around her again so I can squeeze her ass.
“Stop that and explain.”
“Chris and I have been talking a lot about labels. Cornerstone has changed so much over the years. First with all their shit with Noah and then the no-frat clause. It was going to be a battle for me to be with you.”
“So you left your label for me? What does that mean?”
“We’ll get everyone together after the new year and talk about Chris’s suggestion. Arrhythmic is family, so we think they’d be a good fit. You’re important to me. I told you once—I’m not letting you go. Not for anything or anyone. I love you.”
Her gaze softens with my words.
“I love you.”
She rises to her tiptoes and tugs on my neck so she can seal her lips to mine, her tongue almost immediately seeking entrance to tango with mine while her fingernails scratch down my back and under the waistband of my sweats.
I rest my hands at her hips and boost her to the counter. Something drops to the floor, but neither of us breaks the kiss to find out what it is, too caught up in each other to think about anything but getting fingers and lips on skin. Lilah wraps her legs around my hips, pushing my sweats down until my cock springs free.
She wraps her fingers around my swollen length and tugs until I release her lips with a groan.
“Fuck, princess.”
