And here she’d rather heat them up…
Excited by the prospect, her mind raced with wild and wicked ideas while visions of nakedness danced in her head.
With her body beckoning his touch, and never one to let an opportunity pass, Elly stood and crossed the room to stand directly in front of Lucas. She bumped his groin and could feel his thickening cock. A low growl crawled out of his throat and she felt the way his body trembled.
“What are you doing, Elly?”
She cocked her head. “Well, for our own safety, we could always go with rule number two,” she said, her voice breathy, intimate.
He frowned and shook his head. “We don’t have a rule number two.” His muscles bunched, his glance drifted downward, halting near her cleavage. When his dark gaze shifted back to her face, a shudder raced through her.
Her dry throat cracked, her voice dropped to a seductive whisper. The sexual pull between them was unlike anything she’d ever felt.
Elly arched one brow and unbuttoned her blouse farther, exposing the soft black satin on her bra. “I think we have to give the spirit what it wants. It seemed to work for Gloria and Phil and we certainly wouldn’t want to anger it without our equipment?”
Hey, this was as good an excuse as any to get him naked and have her wicked way with him.
Suddenly, the scent of her arousal saturated the small room. She watched Lucas’s throat work as he swallowed, and took note of the way his nostrils flared as he drew in her heady scent.
“What do you think it wants?” he asked, as though wanting to hear her say it. The deep sexiness of his voice made her quake. His hand brushed hers and her skin came alive.
She drew a deep breath and tilted her head back, meeting eyes that were so dark and so full of urgent need that it made her knees wobble. She gripped his shoulders, her blood igniting to a boil.
“I think it wants to watch us get naked and have sex.”
His mouth curved and he inched impossibly closer until the heat of his body scorched her. He caged her between him and the wall. A muscle in his jaw twitched.
He pitched his voice low. “Under the circumstances, I don’t think we have any other choice. I believe our safety depends on it.”
Before she had time to think, his lips crashed down on hers, his kiss fueling her hunger, driving the intensity of her need for him to dangerous levels.
His tongue slipped inside and lashed against her mouth. Good God, he tasted like sweet cake and spicy male all rolled up into one sinful Christmas present. She moaned, savoring the delectable taste of him as her hands raced over his hard body.
A whimper escaped her lips as his knee slipped between her thighs, urging them apart. She gyrated against him, rubbing her pussy on his leg.
“Jesus…” he whispered, his hand tugging off her shirt. He took a long moment to look at her. “You are so fucking hot.” In one expert movement, he unhooked her bra, releasing her swollen breasts. “Mmmm,” he moaned. He bent forward for a taste, swiping her nipple with his warm, wet tongue. “And you taste so damn good,” he murmured, paying homage to her other nipple as he gently kneaded her full breasts.
Blindsided by lust she arched into him, the erotic assault like fire on her skin. She raced her fingers though his hair, holding his mouth to her.
Goddamn, the man sure had a magical tongue. Dying for him to work his magic between her legs, she pushed on his shoulders, guiding him downward.
“I think this is what the spirit wants to see,” she murmured breathlessly.
His warm chuckle curled around her as he sank to his knees. “It’s a very naughty spirit, Elly.”
“Very naughty, indeed,” she whispered. “It’s probably on Santa’s naughty list.”
His fingers unhooked her button, and the hiss from her zipper filled the room. His eyes sparkled with mischief. “Are you on Santa’s naughty list too, sweetheart?”
“Every year,” she whimpered.
As sexual electricity whipped around then, he growled with pleasure and pulled open her jeans, just enough to expose her panties. “That’s good because I like naughty better than nice.” He tugged her silk panties down an inch and brushed his thumb over her blood-swollen clit. When he felt her wetness, he said, “Oh yeah, now this is my kind of naughty.”
The heat of his mouth felt so hot against her skin. She shimmied her hips, encouraging him to rip off her pants, but he didn’t seem to be in too much of a hurry. Taking his time, he pressed his lips to her belly and flicked his tongue over her flesh. His slow seduction nearly shut down her brain.
She tossed her head to the side, her body crying out for release as she shook with sexual frustration. She went wild as his fingers climbed up her legs and his mouth brushed against her inner thighs, escalating her tension.
A surge of excitement whipped through her when he gripped her belt loops and pulled her pants to her ankles. She kicked them aside, her boots following.
His fingers slid over the silky material of her panties, caressing her clit, drawing out her pleasure. Her body responded with a shudder. Moisture collected on her forehead and she closed her eyes against the flood of heat. Pressure brewed inside her, demanding to be sated before she went up in a burst of flames.
He pressed his nose to her panties and inhaled, then using his tongue made a slow pass over her sex, licking her twin lips through the material. She nearly erupted on the spot.
A hiss came from her lips. “Good, God…” she whimpered with effort, her blood flowing thick and heavy through her veins, her senses exploding. “You’re going to make me come.”
His deep, edgy laugh seeped into her skin. “That’s the idea, sweetheart.”
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