“How is it…” she starts, but her voice dissolves.
“Because this…” I curl my fingers just right, brushing her inner wall as I take her clit between my lips, “…is all I’ve thought about since I crawled into bed with you last night.”
Her hips lift off the mattress, her body arching into me. She grips the peppermint-striped sheets, knuckles white, and when I graze her with my teeth, she cries out, raw and unfiltered.
“Sleigh all day, babe,” she gasps, breathless. “Sleigh all day…”
I chuckle into her, the sound muffled by her wet heat. God, she tastes like everything I’ve ever wanted. I add another finger, curling them deep as her body tightens around me. Her thighs quiver. Her whole body pulses. Two days ago, I thought this Christmas was going to be rough. Lonely, even.
Now?
Now I’ve got Jaylynn trembling beneath me, moaning like I’m her whole damn world. I glance up, needing to see her, to watch her fall apart for me. She’s touching herself now, fingers cupping her breasts, and something primal surges in my chest.
Mine.
The word crashes through me like a hard hit on the ice.
Yeah, those breasts are mine tonight. And I plan to claim them. Right after she comes apart from my mouth. I shift the pace, adjusting the rhythm of my tongue and fingers as I learn her. Every gasp, every moan, every twitch of her hips becomes a kind of map, guiding me deeper into her pleasure. Her fingers dig into my hair, holding me there, and I take it as the only answer I need.
Then she shatters.
A broken moan leaves her lips as her thighs quake around me, her body pulsing with release. I don’t stop. I lap her up slowly, gently, savoring every last drop like a man about to die of thirst.
“Penn…” she breathes, her voice wrecked in the best possible way.
I keep my fingers inside her as she rides out every last wave, her walls clenching around me so tight I wonder how long it’s been since someone touched her like this? That thought lands with a hard thud in my chest. She deserves so much better in her life, and for the next couple of weeks—if she lets me—I’m going to give her everything she’s been missing.
As her breathing begins to slow, I gently withdraw my fingers and press a kiss to her inner thigh before slowly climbing up her body. I take my time, pausing to mouth over her breasts, sucking one taut, perfect nipple between my lips. She groans, arching into me, her nails raking down my back. It stings. I want more.
I trail kisses along her flushed skin, over the curve of her collarbone, up her neck, until I reach her mouth. Then I kiss her. Deep and hungry and possessive. My cock presses against her slick heat, and for a second, I lose myself. Every part of me is tuned to her.
Then her voice, breathless, cuts through the haze.
“Condom,” she murmurs.
“Shit, Jay… I didn’t even think to buy any.”
Her lips brush mine. “Good thing this is the honeymoon suite. They thought of everything.”
I blink, brain still fogged. “Wait, what?”
She smiles, lazy and flushed. “Nightstand. I found a box in there the other night.”
“Thank you, Jesus.” I grin and press my forehead to hers.
She laughs. “Pretty sure he didn’t put them there.”
I glance toward the little menace on the shelf and smirk before I reach over and yank open the drawer, fumbling until I find the box. “You don’t think Santa’s minion poked holes in these, do you?” I ask, only half joking.
She props herself on her elbows, smiling softly. “It was sealed. I checked. Date’s good too.”
I nod, slipping one out, still half aware of the stupid elf in my peripheral vision. I examine the foil package. I’ve seen teammates burned before. Caught in traps they didn’t see coming. Women with lies, with agendas. I’ve been wary, too. Always careful.
But with Jaylynn?
I don’t feel that hesitation.
Maybe it’s the shared trauma of going viral for the worst possible reasons. Maybe it’s the way she looks at me like she sees the man beneath the hockey gear. Maybe it’s because she doesn’t want anything from me.