Kissa Under the Mistletoe (5 page)

The shower rested just inside the doorway opposite the pedestal tub and made entirely of glass complete with a waterfall showerhead. It was the kind of bathroom Kissa had dreamed about in her modest-sized apartment back in Columbus.

Scooping up the body puff she’d brought, she squeezed a generous amount of body wash and began lathering up her naked skin. Stepping back under the spray, she let the stream rinse away the foamy bubbles. The water blanketed her in warmth and set the suds swirling down the drain in intriguing patterns. The steamy heat was scented with the lavender from the body wash and danced around the room, fogging the mirrors and the glass of the shower stall.

She ducked her head under the spray and set about preparing to wash the unruly mass. She’d barely finished soaking her thick curls when she felt the temperature in the room shift. A soft, cool breeze pierced the walls of steam she’d built around herself and brought her nipples to hard peaks. There could only be one reason a temperature change would occur. She took a deep breath and turned toward the bathroom door.

“I’m hurrying. Now get out of here before you see something you shouldn’t.” She groped for the towel hanging on the outside of the shower stall. Swiping her free hand over the glass, she cleaned a patch to look out into the bathroom.

Lucas stood leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed over his bare chest, a mischievous smile on his lips and a twinkle in his eyes. The soft black sweater from moments before was nowhere to be seen, treating Kissa to the sight of his heavily muscled upper body. She swallowed and licked her lips at the sight, despite her body being drenched in water her mouth going dry.

At last, she found purchase on the towel and yanked it inside the shower stall with her in an attempt to cover as much of her ample curves as possible.

“Either you come out here with me, Kissa, or I’m going to get in the shower with you.”

“I thought you wanted to wait.” Kissa pushed the glass door open a bit and peeked her head out. “You sent me in here in the first place.” Her voice was a little too high for her liking, but there was nothing she could do about it. The sight of a half-naked Lucas sent her blood pressure into overdrive.

“I came to my senses.”

The shower door creaked as it opened wider. Her heart pounded so fast she could hear it in her head. She swallowed thickly and took a step back as Lucas entered the stall.

“Your pants.”

“Sod my damn trousers.”

Her quicksilver eyes went wide, the color darkening into a rich steel as he stepped farther into the large shower. She turned her back to take most of the spray but some droplets managed to mist them both. He licked his lips and looked her up and down, drinking in the sight. Her soft sigh floated on the air and danced down his skin like the caress of her hands only moments ago.

“Your move, chicken. Shall I get out of here, or shall I stay?” Not sure he wanted to hear her answer, the fear she would send him away now when they were so close filled him with dread. He needed her to want him beyond all reason. He needed to have her in his arms, those long legs wrapped around his waist as he pumped into her, hear her sultry voice crying out his name until it echoed off the tile walls.

“Take them off,” she said, her voice the barest whisper battling the sound of the shower stream.

At her command, he released the breath he held. If only for now, he was going to get his Christmas wish. He’d worry about the rest later. Relief flooded through him, and he reached out and tugged at the towel she held like a shield to her body. A very wet and clingy shield that did very little to prevent him from enjoying all the curves and dips of her lush frame.

“You have to play along, too, chicken.” He yanked the white terry cloth once more. He wanted her naked and preferably plastered against him.

Seconds ticked by like hours, the only sound in the room their combined breathing and the water beating against the tile floor. She stared at him.

He moved his free hand to his waistband and toyed with the button at the top of his fly. Her gaze flew to the spot, and Lucas smiled a bit. Letting go of her towel, he moved his hand to join the other and made short work of the button and zipper.

Kissa clutched the towel tighter against her body and licked her lips.

“Same time.”

He nodded and shoved his pants down. The towel sailed by and landed behind him in a
plop
. He kicked his trousers aside to rest in the corner with the soaked terry cloth and looked up, claiming his prize.

She was breathtaking. All soft curves and dark hair. The water from the shower added a sheen to her tanned skin. She kept one arm wrapped across her chest in a vain effort to cover her stupendous breasts. The stream swirling between them gave her the appearance of an ancient goddess stepping from the dreams of some warrior. Perhaps Isis or Bast come to life to tempt him. Tiny water droplets clung to her lashes.

“My God, you’re gorgeous.” It was the only statement his fevered brain could form at the moment.

A pink flush swept over her skin, and he knew it wasn’t from the hot water. With a shy smile on those full lips, she took a step toward him, dropped her arms, and afforded him a view of all she had to offer.

“Thank you. You’re pretty amazing yourself.” A single hand slid up his chest. She toyed with one nipple, and he hissed in pleasure. Slowly, she slicked both hands over his flesh, tracing his muscles with her fingertips.

With a kittenish smile on her lips, she reached down to lightly stroke his erection. He shivered under her touch and groaned out her name in response.

“Like this?” Her fingers wrapped around his cock, and her hand moved up and down as he grew harder.

“You’ll kill me quickly that way.” His words came in a mixture of raw lust and humor. Only Kissa could make him laugh at a time like this. He gently pushed her hand away. “My turn first. I’ve been waiting five long years to have you naked before me. I want to enjoy.”

He shackled her wrist, pulling her toward him, turning her body in the process. Wrapping his arm around her waist, he splayed his palm over her belly, enjoying the slight rounding there.

“No,” she whimpered and attempted to pull away.

“What’s the matter?” Lucas asked, nipping her earlobe with his teeth. She felt so incredible plastered against him. Her wet, lush curves fit to perfection against his hard body.

“I’m not…”

Understanding dawned on him.

“You’re perfect. Every damn bit of you.” He kneaded her flesh as he pressed kisses on her neck and shoulder.

“I’m not a small woman. Never have been.”

“I don’t want a sticklike thing. Who wants to make love to a coat hanger when I can have all this under me for my touch.”

Kissa turned her head to gaze at him, a look of disbelief in those mercury-colored eyes. “You mean it, don’t you?”

“Yes, chicken, I mean it. Let me show you how much.” He traveled his free hand up to cup her breast, the plump mound overflowing his palm.

His cock hardened even more at the feel of Kissa’s nipple against his palm. He gently pinched the dusky-brown peak between his thumb and forefinger. Her whimper was his reward. The sound went straight to his cock. Pressing his hips against her ass, he told her without words how she affected him.

“Oh my.”

“Want me to stop?” he asked, his voice low almost drowned out by the noise from the shower. He hoped to God she said no. He wasn’t sure he possessed the strength to walk away at this point. All he wanted was to push her against the tile wall and bury himself deep inside her warm, wet pussy until she screamed his name loud enough to be heard across the Thames.

With closed eyes and parted lips, she shook her head, letting it fall back onto his chest.

“What do you want me to do?” He nipped her shoulder again, swirling his tongue along her flesh to ease the sting. She shivered in his arms.

“Touch me please.”

“Gladly,” he whispered and moved to cup both her breasts. Lucas pushed and pressed them together, thumbing the hardened peaks of her nipples as he did.

She arched her back and lifted her breasts more fully into his waiting palms, wiggling her ass against his groin as she did. He brushed his cock back and forth across the round curves of her bottom. Rolling her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, he felt her melt against him. Her whimpers of pleasure shot straight to his male ego.

“Lucas,” she pleaded. Her breathing had become heaver, deeper, her cries more demanding. He caressed her breasts with one hand before moving the other down her body, stopping just below her belly button.

“I’ll give you anything you desire, love.”

She whimpered again and bit her bottom lip. His body made demands of its own as she continued to rub her wet curves against him.

“More,” she begged in a husky way, and he pushed between her thighs.

The heat of her pussy met his fingertips as he encountered her soft folds.

“Damn, you are so wet.” He traced her clit with the tip of his finger then rubbed it back and forth. She moved her hips in time with his ministrations. Slipping a single digit into her creamy channel, Lucas groaned at how tight and hot she was. His cock hardened even more, placing urgent demands on him.

“I need you, Lucas. Inside me.” Her words so low he was afraid he misunderstood.

He pulled his fingers from her pussy and gripped her hips in both hands. Taking a deep breath, he fought for control long enough to spin her around and walk her backward until she reached the tiled wall. Lucas placed a hand on the wall next to her, effectively trapping her soft frame against his. Lowering his head, he nuzzled her neck, drinking in the sultry scent of her. Blood roared in his ears, and his heart pounded. Logic told him he needed to slow down, but his cock seemed to be taking over. The chant of
five long years
rang in his ears, knocking down all his good intentions.

She sighed with what he hoped was pleasure and tilted her head up, granting him more access to her soft skin. Arching her back, she pressed her breasts against his bare chest. Lucas hissed as pleasure shot through him. He rocked, rubbing his cock against the juncture of her thighs. She canted her pelvis forward in an attempt to align him with her cleft. She got a piece of him between her lips.

“Love, stop.” He gripped her hips to cease the rocking. She looked up at him with big eyes, water spiking her lashes.

“What’s wrong?”

“I need to get a raincoat from my trousers.”

She giggled breathlessly. “Hurry, I need you.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss with that full lip that had him from the moment they’d met years ago. He tugged it between his teeth, soothed the bite with his tongue. He tickled each corner of her mouth before thrusting his tongue between her lips. She met his kiss and pulled it even farther. He broke free and reached for his pants. He fished the condom from his pocket and made short work of sheathing his cock. He moved back to her.

Lucas grasped her ass and lifted her feet from the floor. She wrapped her legs around his waist with a squeak of surprise. Slipping his hands beneath her thighs, he lifted her even more and thrust inside. Kissa’s molten heat engulfed him.

He buried his face against her neck, fighting for control. His body screamed at him to pump. But first he wanted to revel in the feel of Kissa in his arms, of her lush curves pressed tight against his, and her pussy hot and tight around his cock.

“More,” she purred. He thrust once more and was rewarded with her breathless moan. “Yes, oh, yes,” she urged, as he continued delving into her tight-as-a-fist center. He was so close, damn close.

Lucas shifted her body, then reached between them, and found her swollen clit. He worked her sweet spot, and she arched wildly against him, her head falling back, and her dark hair spreading all around them. With control he didn’t know he possessed, he slowed his thrusts and concentrated on her gasps, her quick inhalations.

“Yes, love,” he urged, burying himself within her fully once more. “I want to feel you come apart in my arms. Take all of me, love.”

She spread her legs wider, pressing against his finger, while he pumped inside. “Please don’t stop,” she cried.

He increased the quick strokes to her clit while he let his own thrusts pound into her tight heat, in perfect time with her building gasps, her thrusting breasts.

She sucked in a huge gulp of air, and Lucas felt her tense. With one final deep thrust, he merged completely with Kissa, and captured her scream with his kiss.

***

Kissa collapsed against the wall and let Lucas bear the bulk of her weight. Her breathing labored, and her heart still raced. The orgasm he’d wrung from her willing body would have knocked her socks off—if she’d been wearing socks.

“I think you killed me.”

His chest vibrated against hers when he chuckled at her comment. “I’m not sure I will be able to move for a bit. You’ve worn me out.”

“I’m not complaining.” She tightened her arms around his shoulder, holding him close. The sound of his ragged breathing tickled her ear and matched her own. She slowly unwrapped her legs from his waist and stood, using her grip on his biceps to steady herself.

“Wow.”

“Are you all right?” He grabbed her when her legs buckled, sliding an arm around her waist.

“Other than having no bones left in my body, I’m wonderful.”

He smiled. The gesture lit his handsome face like a million-watt bulb. It went straight to her heart. Waves of emotion hit her hard, and she lowered her eyes. Resting her forehead on his shoulder, she fought to tamp down her feelings. He’d said it before in the bedroom. They were to enjoy each other on vacation but nothing more.

“Come on, sweetheart. Let’s get out of here before we morph into prunes.” He untangled himself from her, his fingertips trailing along her hip, her arm, and anywhere else for the barest moments.

Lucas twisted the nozzle to turn the water off. Silence filled the stall. Stepping out of the shower, he gathered a large white towel from the rack and held it open for her.