Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 18010 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 90(@200wpm)___ 72(@250wpm)___ 60(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 18010 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 90(@200wpm)___ 72(@250wpm)___ 60(@300wpm)
He plops the helmet on my head, pausing to adjust the straps. His fingers graze underneath my chin and warmth floods my body. I shiver at the unexpected contact. “Why are you doing this?”
“It’s to prevent head injuries, but don’t worry. I won’t crash. Not with you on board,” he promises solemnly. He shrugs out of his red Santa coat and that’s when I realize he was wearing his leather jacket underneath it, probably to add bulk to his costume. He wraps his leather jacket around me, pausing to zip it up as if I’m a toddler who doesn’t know how to dress herself.
“I like this dream,” I whisper as his scent and warmth surround me.
“It’s not a dream,” he says right before he ducks his head and presses his lips against mine in a searing kiss.
He’s possessive and dominant, angling my head just the way he wants so he can plunder my mouth. His tongue strokes along mine, and I melt into the kiss, moaning back into his mouth. He swallows my noises, absorbs them with his own body.
When he finally parts from me, he leans his forehead against mine. The fluffy part of his Santa hat tickles my face. “Fuck, you taste like Christmas morning.”
5
SUSIE
I giggle at the way his hat is tickling my face. I don’t care if it’s a dream or if the eggnog was spiked. All I know is that I want these stolen moments with the gruff mountain man. “I don’t think Santa is supposed to swear.”
His fingers dig into my hips. “That’s because Santa never had an elf that looks like you.”
My face heats at his words. I think Rogue is attracted to me. After months of planning for him to talk to me, he’s actually here with me. He’s staring into my eyes and saying nice things and kidnapping me.
As if he just remembered that he’s supposed to be kidnapping me, Rogue gives me a wicked grin. “It’s time to get you back to the North Pole, my naughty little elf.”
He takes his Santa hat and tucks it into his saddlebag while shrugging back into the red coat. It looks awfully thin. “Hold on tight. Remember to lean when I lean.”
Then without waiting to see what I’m going to do, he throws one of his long legs across the motorcycle and straddles it. His thighs look so strong underneath that layer of denim that my mouth waters and my stomach flips.
I push his long sleeves back from covering my hands and try to mimic his movements. I’m not nearly as graceful, and it takes me three tries before I’m on the motorcycle.
“Are you good?” He turns his head, his breath small puffs of white in the cold night air.
My arms are wrapped around his midsection, and I swear I can count all of his abs. My fingertips tingle from touching him. My thighs are wedged around his, and my panties are already growing damp.
Then he turns on the machine, and it growls to life. I let out a squeal and squeeze him tighter. Over the rumbling of the engine, I think I hear him chuckle. But I’m not sure because suddenly we are in motion. He’s speeding from the parking lot and into the cold night. The moon above us illuminates the roads and makes the snowy ground sparkle.
I press my cheek to the back of his red coat and close my eyes. I’ve never felt safer than I do right here behind Rogue. But that’s not all I feel. My panties keep getting damper, and I ache between my thighs.
I wiggle around, trying desperately to get comfortable, but nothing is helping. The vibrations from the bike are making me keenly aware of how empty I am and how badly I want to be filled. I want Rogue inside of me, taking care of this ache. I want him over me, telling me how good my pussy feels wrapped around his cock.
When he finally pulls his motorcycle into his driveway, I breathe a small sigh of relief.
“I don’t know if I can walk after that.” I mean for the words to come out as playful, but instead, they’re a breathy whimper.
“I gotcha, baby girl.” Rogue hits the kickstand and dismounts from the bike easily. He sweeps me into his arms and carries me up his porch steps. It’s the second time tonight that he’s carried me, and a girl could get used to this.
I squirm in his arms. He’s so big and so warm, and I need him. “It hurts… So bad. Make it stop.”
He kicks open the door. “I’m going to make it better.”
I whimper and press a kiss to the exposed skin of his neck. His beard scratches my cheeks, and I reach out to pet it. I love how hard and bristly it is, the way it’s tough, just like he is.