Page 4 of Her Yule His Log

“What are you saying?” she asked.

“I mean, I have a proposition for you,” I told her and waited for her to argue.

When she didn’t, I went ahead and hoped like fuck that tiny spark of interest I’d seen in her beguiling brown eyes was real. Clearing my throat, I took her dirty dish and piled it on mine, moving both to the side. Then I took one of her hands and held it, reveling in the spark of electricity that zapped between us.

“Stay here with me. Be mine for Christmas.”

“What?”

“You’re a beautiful woman, Natalie. We are both adults. And we’re snowed in. I was thinking we could be each other’s Christmas gifts. No reservations. No strings. Just pleasure. What do you say?”

“You’re saying you want to have sex with me?”

“Yes, is that so hard to believe?” I asked, my grin wider now that she was blushing.

“Yes. I mean, no. I don’t know what I mean,” she admitted.

“You be my yule, I’ll be your log. It’ll be fun,” I added, and she groaned.

“Please don’t try any more metaphors, for Pete’s sake. Just sex. No strings.”

“Not just sex, baby. Really good, really hot, really satisfying sex,” I growled.

I watched her absorb what I’d just said. Her brown eyes flashed with need, and she licked her lips. Her small, pink tongue against her plump lip was so damn sexy, my dick throbbed.

“Okay, Bron. I’ll stay.”

I wanted to pound my chest in celebration. I stood up, pulling her with me, then I brought my hands to her face and grinned before sealing our deal with a kiss. She tasted like cinnamon and whiskey and all I wanted to do was drink her in.

My cock throbbed beneath my jeans, painfully so, and I wondered at the feel of her, so soft and pliable, in my arms. If I thought she was docile as a kitten, I was in for a shock. Greedylittle thing, she had her hands on my buckle and my shirt half off before I’d even walked her backwards to the living room couch.

“Me first,” I growled, taking the hem of her sweater in my hands.

I pulled it over her head, loving the fact this woman didn’t shy or try to cover up in front of me.

“I’m probably not what you’re used to,” she stated, and I couldn’t deny that.

“You’re fucking gorgeous, baby,” I said, sucking on her bottom lip.

Her eyes widened for a moment, and I frowned, wondering who the fuck had told her otherwise. I’d love to find out and destroy them by any means necessary. A fierce wave of protection filled me, and I knew then this weekend wouldn’t be enough. But all agreements had to start somewhere. I dropped to my knees and pulled her leggings off, nibbling along her hips and thighs while I finished undressing her.

“Need to taste you,” I said, settling her on the couch.

Legs splayed, back arched, and her pretty pink pussy on display, I watched her watching me through heavy-lidded eyes. I slid my jeans down my hips, enjoying how her rapt stare made me even harder. Gripping my cock, I stroked myself up and down, while I decided what to go for first.

“Bron,” she moaned my name, and I knew I couldn’t wait anymore.

Eating pussy was not exactly my favorite. I was more a breast man, to be honest. Though I’d been known to indulge my partners, bringing pleasure where I could. But this woman enticed me like no other.

Maybe it was the snow burying us outside, visible through the floor to ceiling windows of this secluded cabin, or the way the firelight shone down on her beautiful olive toned skin. Whateverit was, I salivated with the need to feast on her slick sex, and I was a man used to getting what he wanted.

“Fuck, Nat, you taste like heaven.”

I lapped at her dripping slit, gathering all the evidence of her arousal on my tongue, and swallowing it down. It was like I wanted to consume her. I was crazy with need, driven by the desire to please and be pleased. She moaned, her walls tightening around my tongue, and I replaced that with two fingers.

The sounds we made as I pumped those digits inside her, lapping at her tiny nubbin with my tongue, were like an erotic symphony filling my head. She flexed her hips, her hands pulling on my head, and I knew she was near to coming.

Fuck. She was so damn delicious, I never wanted to stop this. I squeezed her thighs, spreading her out even wider for me.

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