AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“I’d like to think so, but it’s not always the case.” I don’t want to tell Kara how badly I’ve failed my family in the past, so instead, I segue. “You’re very good at your job.”
She smiles. I canfeelher smile, even though we aren’t touching. “Thank you. I love what I do.”
“I don’t just mean with my niece,” I continue. “I should have said this before, but hiring you made a difference in my life. You gave me confidence in the way I look. It’s easy to know that something isn’t right, that a piece of clothing doesn’t look good or fit right or whatever it is, but it’s an entirely different thing to know how to fix it and to see potential in other people.”
Kara doesn’t speak, so I turn my body toward her. “You do see the potential in people. And that’s a real talent. It’s not something that should be taken carelessly because—”
Her fingers touch me first, a light graze of the tips over my cheek, gliding along the stubble of my jaw until her thumb is right in front of my ear, the rest of her hand cupping the back of my head and applying gentle pressure as she moves toward me. Then her lips are on mine.
This is a press, a kiss in the truest sense of the word, but when she pulls back, Kara doesn’t go far. Ihearher lips parting, her inhale, sharp and strong, and feel her hesitation.
I close the space between us, letting my lips relax, and this time...this time it’s different. Kara’s lips are softer and open, and her nails dig into my scalp. There’s a breathy moan, a wet noise, and I’m pressing up into her, taking her in my arms and rolling her gently onto her back.
This is so far beyond a kiss now. Kara’s waist is hot in my grip, her chest pressing against mine in every rise and fall of desperate breathing. I want to align us further, slide between her legs and rock against her and...
Kara pulls back.
“Thank you for saying all that. It’s...” She hesitates. “It’s been harder than I thought it would be running my business. I knew you liked my work but hearing it out loud is different.”
I’m not great with words. I know this. But I can show my appreciation in other ways.
So, I lean back in and kiss Kara again.
11
Kara
I wake up with warm,solid arms around me and the thick blanket like a cocoon. Last night, Peter’s whispered confession in the dark was a balm soothing over me. Why was it so hard for my family to get my job, but this man, who has barely worked with me, to be honest, could see it as bright as day? He could feel it.
Was my family just immune to it, having grown up with me interested in fashion and style? Like a frog in boiling water, were they immune to the change?
Peter stirs, pulling me even closer. He’s hard behind me, his morning wood digging against my ass, and he puts his mouth to my neck to trail kisses up the side, nipping and dragging as he goes now that we’re both awake.
I shiver, remembering last night’s kisses. We’d made out until we were too tired to move and fell asleep cuddling.
I tilt my head, encouraging him. Peter hums, and his hands wander apart. His left hand emerges from under the pillow where it was curled up and skims from the ball of my shoulder to my breast, loose in his tee shirt. His right hand, which had been possessively braced around me, moves lower.
“Peter,” I whisper.
“Merry Christmas Eve, Kara,” he responds, breath warm on my neck.
His fingers play with the hem of the shirt, skimming my thighs, the soft hairs there making everything so sensitive. His mouth is open and wet on my neck, but when he backs off, cold air rushes in, making me shudder.
My nipples abrade on the shirt, and all I want is for Peter to pull it off me. I want skin on skin, his fingers inside me, his lips going lower.
Peter finally rucks my shirt up, passing it from one hand to the other to give him access to all of me. His palm brushes my belly, sweeps over my mound before pressing between my legs. His other hand palms my breast, letting his fingers slide over my tight nipples.
Peter’s fingers press into me. He groans quietly when he feels how damp my panties are, and we roll together, both giving him more room to work. Peter bends his knee, and I match him, opening myself up to his fingers.
His dick is no longer pressed into the crack of my ass, but it’s laying against one cheek. Putting my foot on the mattress, I can lift and roll my hips, not just against his fingers, but backward onto his cock.
Peter meets, thrusting up. His fingers find my clit through the cotton, and my breath gets ragged. Being sandwiched between his fingers and his thick length is driving me wild.
Him too. He’s panting in my ear, his thrusting getting more and more erratic. I grip his forearms, both of them, and revel in the sharp breath he releases as my fingers dig into his flesh.
“Peter,” I whisper, getting desperate and circling my hips harder. “Peter, Peter, oh god...”
There’s a knock on the door, and we both tense. The doorknob rattles, and we spring into action, me tugging down the shirt and Peter pulling up the blankets that have slipped down.
