Free Claustrophobic Christmas by Ellie Marvel Page B

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    “Perfect.”
    James eyed the candy dubiously. He didn’t trust Darcy’s wide smile. “Hold on a minute. Is that ass flavor or something?”
    “They don’t make ass flavor. Kids eat this stuff.”
    “Hot butt?”
    She snorted and picked up a green one too. “Let’s make this more exciting.”
    “By feeding me the green ones?” He waggled his eyebrows. “That’s my kind of excitement.”
    She crossed her eyes at him and popped the candies into his mouth. He made a show of being appalled as the flavors of coffee and something limey combined.
    “Ass flavor,” he confirmed.
    Darcy laughed. Her knees bumped his leg as she inspected the candy. “Now these two.”
    White and black. Coconut and licorice. James screwed up his face. “Ack.”
    Giggling, Darcy dug through the box. She shoved her glasses up her nose as the candies clacked together. Before she settled on more, James clicked out the cab light.
    “I can’t see,” she complained.
    “It’s safer for me that way.” He took a long swallow of iced tea. The sweetness washed away the licorice.
    “If that’s how you want to play it.” She waved a jelly bean in the near-dark. Her fingers bumped his cheek. When she tried to put it in his mouth, he grabbed her hand.
    Did she want to play? “What are you feeding me this time?”
    “I have no idea,” she said. “They all look the same in the dark.”
    “That’s what she said,” James agreed.
    “You’re awful.” She tugged her hand loose and fumbled near his chin. He closed his lips over the jelly bean and—not at all accidentally—her finger. He clamped his teeth down lightly and sucked.
    She gasped, a quick inhale. He knew she was surprised, knew she said she didn’t like surprises, but she took her time freeing herself.
    She liked that.
    He grasped her wrist so she couldn’t get away. When she tugged, he didn’t release her, and she inhaled again.
    She liked that too.
    He licked her finger, tasting sugar and skin.
    “Darcy flavor,” he said. “My favorite.”
    Trembling, she touched his cheek. One fingertip was damp from his mouth. His stubble skritched as she ran her fingers along his jaw line. Her thumb rubbed his lips in a blatant caress. He angled his face into her hand and let his lips brush her palm in a kiss.
    “James, we shouldn’t.”
    “I disagree.”
    Amber light flashed on her lenses. He took her glasses off, giving her a chance to protest.
    She didn’t.
    He set the spectacles on the dash and groped for another piece of candy, which he held next to her mouth. She accepted it, closing her lips on his finger. The hot slickness of her tongue stroked him long enough to for him to get a hard- on, which took about a millisecond.
    As he’d wanted to do for a while now, James threaded his fingers into her hair and made a fist. She was not getting away from him.
    Darcy whimpered.
    To hell with convincing her to make the first move. When he dragged her across the seat into his lap, jelly beans flew everywhere.

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,”