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see her laughing. “Are you mocking my mad skills?”
She nodded, propping herself up on her elbows and biting her lower lip—no doubt to prevent more giggles from escaping.
Wasn’t hard to pretend he was insulted. “What’s so damn funny?”
Carly pressed a hand to her mouth. “First off, you used like six feet of wrapping paper.”
“Isn’t it kind of the point to cover the box?”
“You could’ve covered three of those boxes with that much paper—and the tape…oh God, the tape…”
Her chest heaved with laughter, shifting those stunning tits of hers up toward him.
Before he could rethink his instincts, Kip braced himself over her, a hand either side of her shoulders, their faces close together.
“Listen, it’s a solid five out of five gift-wrapped box, I’ll have you know.”
She tilted her chin and smiled up at him. “You tried your best, but I think your skills lie in other areas.”
“Like this one?” He dipped his head until their noses bumped together. He angled his mouth and touched her lips, withdrawing before he allowed himself to sink into her.
Her eyes widened, and her breath caught in a gasp. He should’ve felt smug about her reaction, except his breathing had become choppy. Her sweet scent wove around him—flowers and shampoo, the tang of the fresh strawberries she’d prepared for dessert.
Like strawberries, one little kiss wasn’t enough.
“You’ll need to do more than that to impress me.” She licked her lips, and the late evening sunlight slanting through the French doors highlighted a challenge deep in her eyes. “Give it your best shot, big guy. Show me what you can do.”
An open invitation to seduction he wouldn’t turn down.
Kip took her mouth, but her lips fusing to his, the flicker of her tongue, the warm, welcoming taste of her when she opened to him, dragged him under and had him drowning, desperate for more.
She sifted her fingers into his hair, holding him close, tugging him down until he lowered his body to her heady curves. Soft where he was hard, silky where he was rough, her heat melted him. Hot, wet, and wild—like a ride on a water park roller-coaster, except so much better.
Exploring the contours of her mouth, Kip didn’t want the kiss to end. His hand grazed over her ribs, thumb bumping the edge of her bra as he caressed the underside of her breast. She arched into him, making a soft humming sound in the back of her throat and clutching his hair tighter.
Kip hesitated. Would he take this further? Indulge in some casual, pre-Christmas sex with two of his mates’ little sister? He pulled back, Carly’s fingers slipping out of his hair, her nails raking softly down his nape. He studied her kiss-wet mouth, her flushed cheeks, and hooded eyes, still rimmed with red after sobbing on his shoulder.
Fuck.
Kip rolled off to the side and propped himself up on an elbow.
She blinked up at him with a crinkled brow. “Why did you stop?”
His stomach knotted, and his cock throbbed against his jeans saying, yeah, dumbass, why am I not getting any action again ?
The scariest thing—scarier than pissing off the Westlake brothers—was looking down into her face. If he continued touching her, it wouldn’t just be casual, pre-Christmas sex. Nothing about laughing with her, holding her, kissing her, or touching her was casual. He’d never been an easy hook-up guy, but the idea of handing his heart over to be trampled on left him shuddering.
Did he really intend to start something serious again? Hell if he knew. Not with his brain demanding one thing, his cock screaming for another. He wanted Carly, but making love to her tonight, when her emotions were all raw and stirred up, spelled bastard-taking-advantage. She deserved more. So they both needed some thinking space.
He traced the line of her jaw. “Sweetheart, I’m a puddle of smoking hot goo.” He ran a finger down her neck to the pulse flickering in her throat. “But we don’t need to rush
She nodded, propping herself up on her elbows and biting her lower lip—no doubt to prevent more giggles from escaping.
Wasn’t hard to pretend he was insulted. “What’s so damn funny?”
Carly pressed a hand to her mouth. “First off, you used like six feet of wrapping paper.”
“Isn’t it kind of the point to cover the box?”
“You could’ve covered three of those boxes with that much paper—and the tape…oh God, the tape…”
Her chest heaved with laughter, shifting those stunning tits of hers up toward him.
Before he could rethink his instincts, Kip braced himself over her, a hand either side of her shoulders, their faces close together.
“Listen, it’s a solid five out of five gift-wrapped box, I’ll have you know.”
She tilted her chin and smiled up at him. “You tried your best, but I think your skills lie in other areas.”
“Like this one?” He dipped his head until their noses bumped together. He angled his mouth and touched her lips, withdrawing before he allowed himself to sink into her.
Her eyes widened, and her breath caught in a gasp. He should’ve felt smug about her reaction, except his breathing had become choppy. Her sweet scent wove around him—flowers and shampoo, the tang of the fresh strawberries she’d prepared for dessert.
Like strawberries, one little kiss wasn’t enough.
“You’ll need to do more than that to impress me.” She licked her lips, and the late evening sunlight slanting through the French doors highlighted a challenge deep in her eyes. “Give it your best shot, big guy. Show me what you can do.”
An open invitation to seduction he wouldn’t turn down.
Kip took her mouth, but her lips fusing to his, the flicker of her tongue, the warm, welcoming taste of her when she opened to him, dragged him under and had him drowning, desperate for more.
She sifted her fingers into his hair, holding him close, tugging him down until he lowered his body to her heady curves. Soft where he was hard, silky where he was rough, her heat melted him. Hot, wet, and wild—like a ride on a water park roller-coaster, except so much better.
Exploring the contours of her mouth, Kip didn’t want the kiss to end. His hand grazed over her ribs, thumb bumping the edge of her bra as he caressed the underside of her breast. She arched into him, making a soft humming sound in the back of her throat and clutching his hair tighter.
Kip hesitated. Would he take this further? Indulge in some casual, pre-Christmas sex with two of his mates’ little sister? He pulled back, Carly’s fingers slipping out of his hair, her nails raking softly down his nape. He studied her kiss-wet mouth, her flushed cheeks, and hooded eyes, still rimmed with red after sobbing on his shoulder.
Fuck.
Kip rolled off to the side and propped himself up on an elbow.
She blinked up at him with a crinkled brow. “Why did you stop?”
His stomach knotted, and his cock throbbed against his jeans saying, yeah, dumbass, why am I not getting any action again ?
The scariest thing—scarier than pissing off the Westlake brothers—was looking down into her face. If he continued touching her, it wouldn’t just be casual, pre-Christmas sex. Nothing about laughing with her, holding her, kissing her, or touching her was casual. He’d never been an easy hook-up guy, but the idea of handing his heart over to be trampled on left him shuddering.
Did he really intend to start something serious again? Hell if he knew. Not with his brain demanding one thing, his cock screaming for another. He wanted Carly, but making love to her tonight, when her emotions were all raw and stirred up, spelled bastard-taking-advantage. She deserved more. So they both needed some thinking space.
He traced the line of her jaw. “Sweetheart, I’m a puddle of smoking hot goo.” He ran a finger down her neck to the pulse flickering in her throat. “But we don’t need to rush
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