Abby's Christmas Spirit by Erin McCarthy Read Free Book Online Page B

seductively over his. Their tongues slid across each other, his hands in that thick, lustrous hair. She was small, delicate, her face tilted up towards him, passion bringing a pink blush to her cheeks.
    He bit her bottom lip, a quick nip, just to feel that plumpness between his teeth. She let out a soft moan, her hips starting to move, rhythmically tapping her sex against his. Wanting to feel, to sample, all of her, he buried his mouth in her neck, slipping his tongue along her soft, pale skin. When he reached her ear, he dipped inside.
    Abby sucked in her breath hard. The wine bottle slipped out of her hands and crashed on the hard tile of the kitchen floor. He pulled back and stared down at the mess. There was red wine splashed up both their legs and splattered across their midsections. Glass was scattered around, while the liquid rolled across the tiles through it.
    “Shit, sorry.” She started to bend over.
    Darius didn’t give a damn about the wine or the mess. But he didn’t want her in the glass. So he picked her up by her waist and carried her away from the drop zone. “Don’t worry about it.” If anything, the fact that she had let her fingers go slack when his tongue plunged into her turned him on even more.
    Feeling reckless, driven, he lifted her up onto the counter.
    Her mouth formed an “O” as he sat her down, her hair falling in her eyes. Darius tugged the bottom of her sweater down, exposing her black bra. The stark contrast of the dark color against her fair skin had him leaning forward to trace the edge where the two met with his tongue. He wasn’t sure which was silkier—the fabric or her skin.
    He went back and forth, back and forth, until her fingers knotted in his head and she whispered, “Please.”
    Knowing what she wanted, he dropped his mouth lower until he closed over her nipple, soaking the satin of her bra. He would have preferred lace, would have enjoyed the peek-a-boo effect it provided, where he could see the raspberry ripeness of her taut nipple, but this worked. It was a tease for both of them, the barrier between his suck and her skin. He tormented her and himself for several painstaking minutes, until her legs moved restlessly on either side of his waist and she whimpered. Only then did he finally peel back her bra and cover her warm tight bud with his wet mouth.
    She groaned. He resisted the urge to do the same. Instead, he immediately pulled back and went to the other breast. He gave it the same treatment and he paused to savor the way she looked, her full creamy breasts spilling out of the top of her bra, her skin dewy from arousal, her eyes dark with desire. Her hair tumbled over her shoulders onto her bare chest, her hands gripping the edge of the counter. Darius thought she looked stunning, sensual, naughty, with her chest bared and her bottom half so neatly covered in tights and the feminine skirt. Her sweater was tucked into the skirt, and there was a sash that finished off her waistband. Something was sticking out of the sash.
    With a grin, Darius realized it wasn’t what he would expect from the average woman. It was a piece of greenery. Like something plucked out of the yard. But it was so Abby, and he loved that about her. “What is that?” he asked her. “And why is it in your skirt?”
    “Huh?” She glanced down. “Oh, that’s mistletoe. I was… never mind.”
    He couldn’t quite believe his luck. “You were hoping to coax a kiss out of me?”
    “In a manner of speaking.”
    “I’m happy to oblige.” Darius gave her a wicked grin. “A kiss goes under the mistletoe, you know.” With that, he flipped up her skirt and went under.
    Abby gave out a startled, “Oh!” when Darius’s mouth made contact with her right smack between her thighs. She hadn’t been ready for that. Granted, she was wearing thick winter tights, but that wasn’t enough of a shield between her and the delightful sensation of his hot breath blasting her clit as he nibbled at