“Too bad,” she muttered, voice quavering. “You… You’d lose that bet.”
“Doubt it.” I pushed her backward onto the couch and climbed on top of her, pinning her wrists above her head. Her eyes widened, her breasts swelling against my chest. That soft, sensual mouth parted—half in question, half in desire—and I brushed my lips across it, making her breath catch.
With a trail of light kisses, I dragged my mouth to her ear.
“Thing is, Cupcake, Iamgoing to do those things to you again,” I whispered, my dick growing hard as she trembled beneath me. “Maybe right now.” I kissed her neck. “Maybe in an hour.” Her jaw. “Or maybe later, after you fall asleep in my bed without these adorable little snowman pajamas, because yes, I’ll be removing those too.” I brought my lips to her ear again, barely able to control my own ragged breathing, my thundering heart, my throbbing cock as I felt every inch of her beneath my hard body. “And then, if you’re a good girl, I’ll make you come so hard you’ll be screaming my name in your dreams.”
Her eyes widened, that gorgeous blush darkening.
“No screaming, Hawke,” she teased, laughter filling her eyes once more. “We’ll scare Santa away, and then he won’t leave us any presents!”
She cracked herself up, and I couldn’t help but laugh. She was so fucking cute when she laughed, so beautiful.
But cuteness and jokes wouldn’t save her. Not tonight.
I leaned in close, nipping her ear and grinding against her, making her gasp.
“Santa lost my address a long time ago, Cupcake. The only present you’re getting tonight is my face between your thighs.”
I didn’t hear what the fuck she said after that, because when I made a promise, I damn well delivered. In a flash, I yanked off her snowman pants and underwear and pressed my mouth to her silky skin, dragging my tongue over her clit. Her thighs clamped around my ears and she fisted my hair, tugging me hard against her center as my mouth claimed that hot, wet flesh in a deep, sensual kiss, her thighs squeezing tighter and tighter, muffling the sounds of her moans.
Fuck that. Those moans were for me, and I needed to hear them. Every delicious sigh and pant and gasp. All of it.
I pulled away and grabbed her thighs, spreading them and pinning them against the couch, taking in the sight of her glistening pussy.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” I whispered. “You’re killing me, you know that? I’ve never wanted anything so fucking bad before, Maddie Lockwood. Not in all my years as a manoras a wolf.”
I was drunk on her again, dizzy with her scent, with her heat, with my own uncontrollable, untamed need to claim this woman once and for all.
“Hawke…” she breathed, her hips undulating beneath my grip, desperate for more. “You’re not… you’re not going to tease me again, are you?”
“Depends. Am I forgiven?” I blew a hot breath across her clit, then pressed my lips to it, feathering her with all-too-gentle kisses.
“Hawke!”
“Yes or no.” I flicked her with my tongue, then gave her a teasing nip, sliding one finger inside her, stroking slowly.
“Not… not fair.” She arched her body in a desperate bid to get closer, but I held back, gently teasing her with my tongue and finger, stopping every time she got too close to the edge, only to start up the endless torture all over again.
“Yes, okay?Yes!” She finally caved, grabbing my head and jerking me closer, her eyes blazing. “I forgive you for tonight. I forgive you for everything you’veeverdone. And for anything else you might do or say later. All forgiven. Completely. Slate clean. Just don’t tease me anymore because I swear I’m about to lose my—”
I shoved my tongue inside her pussy, cutting her right the fuck off. This time, there was no holding back, no teasing, no stopping. I wanted to make her come hard, just like I’d promised. To come all over my goddamn face.
Maddie fisted my hair, tugging so hard it made my eyes water. She was right there, right on the precipice, her whole body begging me to let her fall.
“Come in my mouth, beautiful,” I growled. “Fucking shatter for me.”
And then I was right back where I belonged, face buried between her thighs as I tongue-fucked her to ecstasy. She bucked her hips, writhing beneath me, and I kissed and sucked and ate that gorgeous pussy like it was the last thing I’d ever taste, the last time I’d ever have the pleasure of wearing her all over my face.
She came for me with a shuddering cry, and when I finally pulled back and looked into her sweet face, tears glittered on her cheeks.
“Maddie? Are you—”
“Amazing,” she said, laughing. “I’m amazing.”
“Yeah. You are.”
God, she made my fucking mouth water, and I was nowhere near done with her yet.
I didn’t even give her a minute to come back down to earth before my mouth found its way back to her inner thigh, slowly kissing a path up to her hipbone. I undid the bottom three buttons of her pajama top, revealing her flat stomach, a cluster of freckles on the left, just below her rib cage. With my tongue, I blazed a trail across her abdomen, licking and kissing my way from one hipbone to the other.
Maddie was still panting, still riding out the aftershocks, but I couldn’t wait. Her nipples were hard beneath the shirt, and I wanted those perfect tits in my face, in my mouth. I wanted more of her. All of her. Every freckled inch.
“I need you naked,” I said. “Now.” I reached for the next button, my stubbled chin grazing the soft skin of her belly as I continued to kiss my way up. That shirt was the very last thing that stood between my mouth and her flesh, and it needed to be goneyesterday.
But the second I popped that button, Maddie bolted upright and snatched the fabric out of my hands, hastily refastening her buttons, eyes wide with some deep, inexplicable fear.
And then she opened her mouth and said the one word with the power to put my dick on ice.
“Gingerbread.”
