Page 56 of Hope and Hot Chocolate on Mistletoe Lane

‘No buts,’ he interrupted me. ‘You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.’ He leaned down to kiss me and then reached for the hem of my jumper. ‘I want you for the whole night. Will you stay?’ he asked, pausing.

I swallowed hard. I wanted to stay more than anything; I was just fighting against my nature to pull away. He looked so hopeful though that I nodded. ‘Okay.’

‘Yeah?’ A smile took over his lips.

I smiled too, my nerves fading away at how happy that one word seemed to have made him. ‘Yeah.’

He lifted my jumper off me and tossed it over onto the sofa. Standing in my bra didn’t make me feel cold, the fire was so warm, but it was nothing compared to the heat building inside me at the thought of Paul touching me again. It had felt so good last time. I had been craving more ever since. He leaned down to kiss me again but this time, it was in the middle of my chest. He dropped soft kisses across the top of my bra before reaching around to unclasp it, letting it fall. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. The smooth skin on his face was at odds with his rough hands but both his touch and kisses were delicate tonight, sending tingles down my body.

‘I am going to take all the time I want,’ he murmured as he ran his fingertips across my breasts before bringing them together and leaning down to suck each nipple in turn, savouring them like he’d never tasted anything better.

‘You might drive me crazy,’ I murmured back, running a hand through his hair, watching as he caressed me.

‘Good. I only want you crazy for me,’ he said, lifting off me to kiss me again. As his tongue drew mine into his mouth, he reached for my jeans and undid them. I clutched his jumper, wanting to touch his bare skin like he had mine. He stopped kissing me to let me take it off him and then he smoothed my jeans down my legs, helping me to step out of them.

‘My babygirl,’ Paul said then, running a hand down my thigh, making me ache even more for him. I touched him with my fingertips, moving over his broad shoulders and down to his muscular chest, which had just the right amount of hair on it. Then I carried on down to his stomach, enjoying his breath hitching this time. I glanced up at him with a sly smile.

‘You trying to drive me crazy too?’ he asked gruffly, as I slid my hand down to the edge of his jeans.

‘Yes,’ I breathed, wanting to make this whole night together really count. I wanted to let go with Paul in a way I’d never wanted to with a man before. I saw the way he looked at me and knew he felt the same. I carried on pulling down his jeans, feeling him straining against the denim as he ran his hand up my inner thigh to touch me over the top of my underwear. We both let out gasps when we touched each other. I put one hand on Paul’s shoulder to steady myself as he touched me and when he leaned in to kiss me, it was passionate. I stroked the outside of his jeans and then moved to the buttons, opening them and finding him fighting to get out of his boxers. Paul tucked his fingertips under the elastic of my underwear, touching me where I was already ready for him.

‘Hmm,’ he murmured in approval.

‘We still have too many clothes on,’ I said, tugging his jeans down.

Paul chuckled. ‘Good point.’ We let each other go and took our remaining garments off until we stood naked in front of each other on the fur rug. The fire beside us was burning brightly along with the flames that sparked between us.

‘Come here.’ Paul took my hand and pulled me down onto the rug. He leaned over me, the fur soft beneath my bare back. He stroked back my hair and looked into my eyes, sliding his hand under my legs, propping them up and then gently pulling them apart. My body trembled with anticipation and he noticed, letting out a grunt of approval. My breaths were fast and shallow as I watched him slide down my body to settle between my legs.

‘I want to taste you everywhere,’ he said as he ducked down between my legs.

I gasped when he touched me with his mouth, reaching down to run my fingers through his hair. ‘That feels so good,’ I told him as he slipped a finger then another inside as his tongue continued to stroke me slowly and deeply.

‘You taste so good,’ he paused to murmur. He wasn’t kidding about taking his time. He seemed to relish every moan I made.

My legs started to shake as my body heated up, and the ache inside me turning into waves of pleasure. Sometimes, I was self-conscious with men, pretending I’d finished if I felt like I was taking too long and they were getting impatient with me, but when I wriggled a bit, Paul put a calming hand on my leg and carried on, making me fall back onto the fur with a sigh. I closed my eyes as he sped up and I writhed beneath him, wanting and needing more. I clutched his hair, arching my back to increase the pressure, and Paul gave a grunt of approval. My moans coming out breathy now as pleasure built up inside me to an almost unbearable degree. I shuddered then, crying out his name as I hit my peak in a delicious way.

‘Oh my God,’ I said as Paul lifted himself away but he kept his fingertips on me, stroking softly as I panted beneath him and practically saw stars.

‘Are you okay?’ he asked. I could hear the smile in his voice.

I opened my eyes. I shivered as the aftershocks of what he’d made me feel ran through my body. ‘You’ve ruined me,’ I whispered in wonder. My body throbbed from my head to my toes.

‘Good,’ he replied gruffly as he picked up my hand and wrapped it around himself so I could feel how hard he was for me. ‘That turned me on so much. I need you, Holly.’

‘Me too.’

‘Hold that thought…’ Paul left the living room and returned with a condom.

‘Come here,’ I said, beckoning him back down on the rug, propping my legs up again. Paul settled back down on the fur, in between my legs. Our eyes locked as he slid inside me, making us both moan again. He caught my lips with his as he moved deeper and I moved against him, enjoying how good it felt.

‘Wrap your legs around me,’ Paul pleaded then so I did as he asked, pulling us closer and him deeper inside. ‘That’s it, babygirl,’ he said, leaning down to draw one of my nipples into his mouth.

I clutched his back, feeling it start to slick as we rocked with each other on the rug, moving faster and with abandon, our moans soft but steady. Pleasure built inside my body again. I wondered vaguely if I might actually come a second time when Paul rolled us over, making me squeal.

‘I need to see you on top of me,’ he told me huskily, moving me so I was now astride him. ‘God, look at you,’ he said, looking up at me with dark eyes and a sexy smile that had me breathing fast again.

‘So good.’ I felt myself gasp as I moved on top of him, enjoying how he filled me up. I arched my back and moaned as he reached up to touch my breasts.