All I Want For Christmas (3 page)

He massaged her breasts in his hands and she leaned back against him, feeling his erection hard between the cleft in her buttocks. His hands travelled further down until they toyed with the thin straps of her lacy underwear. His finger dipped down the front of her panties and she gasped in a breath as he slid over her engorged clitoris.

“So damn wet for me,” he said, pushing the tip of his finger inside her. His breath was growing haggard and she could tell he was struggling to keep control.

“Derek, please,” she begged. “I need you inside me. All of you.”

“We’ll get there, baby. Be patient.”

He stripped off her panties so all she wore was her thigh-highs and heels, and he came around to the front of her and knelt at her feet. Kate’s eyes widened as she watched their reflection in the mirror. His hands gripped her hips and he buried his face in the thin strip of dark curls that covered her mound. And then his tongue licked inside of her and she was lost to everything but the incredible sensations between her legs.

“Spread your legs a little wider for me, Kate. Let me in.”

Kate had no choice but to obey. She was completely under his spell. He found her clit and sucked greedily, lapping at her juices until she felt the familiar tingles rising from the souls of her feet. He tongued her deeper, harder, until she screamed out with another climax that tore itself from her body with an intensity that buckled her knees.

Derek caught her and cradled her gently in his arms, kissing his way back up her belly and breasts until he reached her mouth. She tasted herself on his lips and groaned into the kiss.

“Let me touch you,” she said, realizing that he’d been the one giving the orgasms, and he was still painfully hard behind the zipper of his jeans.

“You’ll get a turn to torture me, sweetheart. But I believe I promised you as much champagne as you could drink. I’d hate for you to think I’m the type of man who doesn’t keep his word.”

Chapter Five

Derek picked her up in his arms and carried her to the bedroom, where he deposited her gently on the bed. He grabbed a robe off the back of the bathroom door and handed it to her.

“Why don’t you get comfortable and put this on,” he said. “I’ll take care of the champagne.”

Kate fell back on the bed when he shut the door behind him. She was still having a hard time catching her breath after her last climax. He’d made her feel things she’d never experienced before, and all she knew was that when it came to Derek Worth, she was in a hell of a lot of trouble. He was a man that could make her question everything she’d ever believed in—about herself—about love.

She discarded her stockings and shoes and slipped on the soft robe. Derek’s bedroom was large and open. A massive, four-poster bed dominated the room, and was draped in a white down comforter. The furniture was all dark cherry, but the carpet, walls and drapes were stark white. It seemed like Derek Worth had a serious fear of color.

She padded barefoot out of his bedroom and back into the main living area, just in time to see Derek tip the bellman and send him on his was back down the elevator.

“Just in time,” he called out, pushing a wheeled cart into the dining area. “I thought we could both use a little something for fuel. We’ve got a lot of hours ahead of us.”

“I could eat,” Kate said. “But you’ve hardly gotten your fair share of the deal. Don’t you think it’s my turn to please you?” She was suddenly feeling very dangerous and adventurous. It was time for her to drive Derek as crazy as he’d been driving her.

“You’ve pleased me since the moment I set eyes on you. And don’t forget, I had a very filling snack less than a half hour ago.”

Kate blushed at the reminder of how intimate they’d been, and she looked out the windows at the storm to collect her thoughts. She watched his reflection in the window. He pulled the champagne out of a bucket of ice and popped the cork, pouring them two glasses before uncovering the wheeled tray.

“What is that?” she asked, taking the champagne flute he handed her.

“That, my love, is baklava. I gave the hotel chef my grandmother’s recipe, and he makes it especially for me when I’m in town. And this,” he said holding up a clear bottle of amber liquid, “is extra honey. Dessert can never be too…sweet. Wouldn’t you agree?”

Kate took a long sip of her champagne to cool her dry throat. The liquid bubbles slid down like silk, but did nothing to quench her desire. She was ready to self-combust and she’d already come twice. She didn’t know how much more she could handle. Unless…she took things into her own hands.

“It looks delicious,” she purred, never taking her eyes from his body.

The tension in the room spiked as she walked toward him seductively, running her hands down the front of her robe and loosening the belt so he got tantalizing peeks of flesh with every step.

“How attached are you to this carpet?”

“I’ll get new,” he said. “Whatever that look is in your eye has got to be worth the expense.”

Kate kissed him softly, sucking at his bottom lip, before kissing her way down his neck, and then further down to his collarbone.

“You’re wearing way too many clothes.”

Her fingers trailed down his stomach and worked at the button of his jeans. She lowered his straining zipper and he helped her push the denim over his hips and down around his ankles. His breath hitched as she kissed her way down his chest, biting the muscular indentions around his hips before kneeling in front of him.

“Oh, my,” she whispered as she took in the size of him. He was long and hard, and he was going to be a very tight fit. Just the thought of him working his way inside her made her breasts tighten and her womb clench in anticipation. “Very nice.”

Her hand tightened around the base of his shaft, and she took him into her mouth, swirling her tongue beneath his cock head before swallowing him down as far as she could take him.

“Christ, Kate.” His hands clenched in her hair, and she pulled back, releasing her hold on him.

“Lay down.” Her voice was raw with desire and she wanted nothing more than to touch him in every way possible. How could she ever live without the pleasure this one man brought her?

Derek lay back on the carpet and Kate stood over him and let her robe fall to the floor. Her only desire was to bring as much pleasure to him as possible.

“Come here, Kate.”

“Not yet. If you touch me this will be over much too soon. I promise I’ll make it worth your while, but you have to keep your hands to yourself.”

“I don’t know, baby. I’m about at the end of my patience. Do you have any idea how fucking sexy you look standing over me? Your breasts are a miracle.”

“Mmm, I’m glad you like them.” She skimmed her hands up over her hips and across her stomach until she cupped her breasts in her hands. The bottle of honey sat on the cart, and she took it in her hand, never breaking eye contact as she poured the warm syrup over her erect nipples. She moaned as the liquid heat touched her skin, as if Derek’s mouth was already wet around her.

“Come here, baby. Let me taste,” he begged, grasping her ankles to try and pull her down.

“Just watch.” Kate pushed up her breast until she could reach the golden drops with the tip of her tongue. She licked delicately at the honey, twirling her tongue and sucking it away until it was gone.

He took her nipple into his mouth, nibbling and tonguing her flesh, sending arrows of pleasure straight to her pussy. She flung her head back and pressed her mound against his stomach, wishing he was inside of her and praying she had the patience to see this through to the end.

“So sweet,” he whispered.

She pulled her breast away from his mouth and brought the honey back to his chest, drizzling the sticky syrup on each nipple before trailing it in a thin line down his belly. His breath shuddered out as she followed the sweet trail with her tongue, lapping up every drop.

“You taste so good,” she whispered, kissing her way back up his body, rubbing her breasts along the fine hairs on his chest. “But I think it’s time for the main course.”

“Kate—”

“Shh, just lie back and enjoy.”

Smiling slyly to herself, Kate squeezed the bottle of honey and watched as it drizzled on the head of Derek’s cock. He drew in a sharp breath as she slathered the warm liquid from the base of his shaft to the very tip, and his hips jerked as she licked him at the sensitive spot just above his testicles.

Derek tangled his fingers in her hair and groaned as she opened her mouth wide and drew him in, swirling her tongue around the plump head of his cock. The sweetness of the honey mixed with the saltiness of his pre-come and she groaned around him as he seemed to grow hotter and harder in her hands. He went rigid beneath, pushing into her mouth as she relaxed her throat and swallowed him all the way to the base of his shaft.

Kate cupped his testicles with one hand while pumping his shaft with the other. Her mouth was veracious, never slackening as she felt him draw tight against her palm. He arched into her one final time and groaned out his release. She drank him down until he lay spent beneath her.

Both of them were sticky with honey and sexually exhausted, but they lay there in silence, their heartbeats slowing back to normal as they watched the final light of the day disappear from the sky. The night was still long ahead of them.

Chapter Six

Derek didn’t know how long they lay entwined together on his dining room floor before he found the strength to pick himself off the ground and carry Kate to the shower. They washed each other lazily, exploring and touching and kissing each other until they found themselves breathless again.

He turned the water off and dried her with the fluffy towel that had been hanging on the warming rack. Her cheek rested against his chest and he tilted her chin up so he could see her face. Her eyes were heavy with lust and her lips swollen from his kisses. She looked delectable, and already he was hard again with wanting her.

“I’m not done with you yet,” he said, tracing her bottom lip with his tongue before slipping inside the heat of her mouth for a scorching kiss. “Come to bed with me, Kate. Make love with me.”

“Yes,” she whispered. “Take me to bed.”

The snow hit with icy pelts against the windows in his bedroom as he led her to the oversized bed in the middle of the room. He turned down the covers, and turned to her with hunger and his heart in his eyes. Kate Carson was it for him. He knew it down to his soul.

She put her hands against his chest tentatively, as if she’d felt something had changed between them, and he kissed her softly—reverently—as he followed her down on the bed.

Derek cupped her mound with his hand. She was hot, damp, and he eased one finger into her, testing her readiness.

“We’ve teased and tormented enough, baby. I can’t wait any longer to be inside you.” He slid his finger back and forth between her swollen lips, flicking her clitoris with every pass until she was whimpering in his arms.

“No teasing, Derek. Fuck me,” she whispered against his mouth and lifted her legs so they wrapped around his waist and she cradled his hardness between slippery thighs.

He groaned as he probed against her entrance, enjoying her whimpering mewls of pleasure as he pushed the head of his cock into moist flesh. She was tight around him, her inner walls gripping him as he thrust hard and entered her completely.

“Oh, God!” They moaned in tandem.

“So fucking tight, Kate. You feel so good.” He ran his hands down her back and cupped her ass, tilting her hips so he could thrust deeper. Darkness clouded his vision as time seemed to stop as he moved in and out of her. There was only feeling. Only emotion as he sank into her, body and soul.

“Ohmigod!” she cried out, her heels pressing hard into his lower back as she began to spasm around him.

Her orgasm milked him until he couldn’t hold back any longer. He exploded inside of her with a shout and rocked into her one final time before pumping her full of his hot seed. With a shuddering sigh, he collapsed on top of her, cradling her in his arms.

“I love you, Kate,” he whispered against her neck. But when he looked up she was already fast asleep.

***

Kate woke to the tickle of butterfly kisses across her shoulders, and she smiled in drowsy contentment as she stretched lazily.

“Wake up, sleepyhead. It’s almost midnight,” Derek said as his kisses moved from her shoulder to the corner of her lips.

She opened her eyes slowly and looked at the man in bed beside her. Just the sight of him made her heart jump in her chest, just as it had three years ago.

“Merry Christmas,” she said huskily. “We did good this year. Though I think Marco might be a little tired of playing our game.” She trailed her fingers over his chest and reveled in the fact that she could make his eyes darken in desire like that.

“He doesn’t have a choice. He knows where his Christmas bonuses come from. And you’re right. I think tonight was almost as good as it was when I picked you up three years ago. Thank God for winter storms. Otherwise I would’ve had a hell of a time thinking of an excuse for you to stay with me that night.”

He smiled at her with love in his eyes and she sighed with contentment. A girl couldn’t get much luckier than she was.

“I’m sure you would have thought of something. You’re very clever like that.” He rolled them so she was leaning over him and she kissed him deeply. When she pulled away and they were both a little breathless she said, “By the way, I loved the honey. Though it was a little messy. If we’d done that three years ago, I wouldn’t have left on the first available flight, and you wouldn’t have had to chase me all the way to New York.”