Claustrophobic Christmas by Ellie Marvel

Author:Ellie Marvel
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi, pdf
Publisher: Samhain Publishing, Ltd.
Published: 2011-11-29T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

Their lips met in a hard, hot kiss, their bodies in a tangle of arms and blanket. James had one hand in her hair, the other gripping her sweatshirt. Darcy parted her lips. When his tongue swept into her mouth, she practically clawed him as she tried to get closer.

She’d barely been able to get the idea of kissing him out of her head long enough to describe her claustrophobia. With his touch, her desire returned threefold.

When he grabbed her butt, nothing separating his skin from hers but her cotton underpants, her desire increased to tenfold. She slid her outside leg around his hips, bringing their bodies flush. He’d shown distinct signs of being unfazed by her claustrophobia. What if he could deal with it in its entirety? Wasn’t this worth the risk? Wasn’t he worth the risk?

His cock strained against his jeans, pressing her intimately. Or it would if there weren’t an itchy polyester blanket wadded between them.

“God, I want you so much,” he whispered. He pulled her hair, bending her back, and sucked her neck. His teeth scraped her skin.

Darcy hung onto his shoulders, her spine arched. He squeezed her ass. His fingertips nearly reached her pussy, his hand was so big. She shoved her pelvis against him, stymied by the damned blanket. She wanted to feel more of him. All of him.

James lowered his head and nuzzled her breast through the sweatshirt. With more pressure than she expected, he bit her nipple. Pleasure jolted through her, landing between her legs. Darcy inhaled, exhaled. This was going so fast she could barely breathe, but in a good way. A very, very good way.

His grip on her hair loosened. Darcy straightened like a spring. She threw herself against him forcefully enough that he slammed into the steering wheel.

The horn tooted.

“Crap.” James struggled with her, with the blanket. He twisted them around somehow. Darcy found herself flying through the air and landing on her back. The top of her head conked the driver’s side door.

“Ow!”

Before she got her bearings, James was on top of her, his weight pushing her into the leather. His hips, his rough denim jeans, abraded her bare thighs. His cock was definitely hard, definitely in the right spot.

Just like she’d fantasized.

“You okay?” he asked.

“Better than okay.” Darcy widened her thighs, her knees bent.

“Is this going to crowd you too much?”

She wasn’t thinking about that. She refused to think about that. So she kissed him.

His lips brushed hers, this time not as frantic. The kisses turned sweet and wet as their tongues met. She whispered his name. He laughed and kissed her some more. And more.

Soon kissing wasn’t enough. She maneuvered her arm past the steering wheel and down his back, feeling his muscles. He rolled his hips against her and she answered by slipping her hand under his shirt.

His skin was warm and smooth. His muscles bunched as he slid one leg onto the floor. This pushed her outer thigh higher. Wider. It felt so tremendous to have him against her.

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