Free Getting In the Spirit: a Sapphire Falls novella by Erin Nicholas Page B

come.” It was a plea. Soft, breathless, husky. “Please make me come.”
    “Pinch your nipple,” he told her.
    The hand between her legs still didn’t move, but she was aware of every inch of him inside of her.
    She took her hand from his hair—the only true hold she’d had on him—and pinched her nipple between her thumb and finger. She gasped at the connection between the tip and her clit.
    “Lean back.”
    She let go of his shoulder. Now she wasn’t touching him at all. Of course, she was straddling his lap and she was very much against his hand, but he was mostly definitely touching her. She leaned until she felt the dash behind her. The cold plastic pressed against her shoulder blades, putting her at an incline away from him.
    The shift in position changed where his fingers were pressing inside of her, and she gasped as his fingers put more direct pressure on a very nice spot. He had more room now to move his thumb over her clit.
    “Keep working your nipple,” he told her.
    Like she’d stop. This felt amazing. She squeezed and tugged, and he had to feel the way that affected her where he was touching her.
    He had a free hand and he used it to pull the front of her dress up farther and then the thong out of the way. It was too dark for him to see much clearly, but the idea that she was now completely uncovered with his eyes on her ratcheted her desire a notch higher. Okay, maybe three notches.
    “Put your finger in my mouth.”
    Her eyes widened, but she took her unoccupied hand and lifted it to his mouth. He opened and she slid her finger over his lower lip to his tongue. His lips came around the digit and he sucked lightly.
    “Oh my God,” she gasped.
    Then he started his hand moving again. He thrust in and out of her harder, faster, just as she’d asked. His thumb played with her clit. She rolled her nipple, tugged and pinched. And he sucked on her finger, moving his tongue along the length, the wet, hot, silky feel on the tip of her finger exactly what she wanted against her clit.
    It was easy to imagine his mouth on her, his tongue buried where his fingers were now, and it took about two minutes for her to climb, shoot over the top and dive into the best orgasm of her life.
    Her harsh breathing still filled the truck and ripples of pleasure still spiraled out from her center when he shifted his hand from under her. He lifted his hand to his mouth and tasted her.
    Um…wow. No guy had ever done that. Her muscles clenched again as she watched him. Of course, no guy had ever done most—all—of the things he’d just done. To her anyway. She had a feeling he had a little experience with hands in girls’ panties.
    “More like sweet cookie dough than candy cane.” He licked his bottom lip and gave her a wicked grin. “I’m in the mood for cookies now.”
    Oh, she was definitely in the mood for… what ?
    “Cookies? Now?”
    “Is there a bad time for Christmas cookies?” he asked her in her own words from earlier.
    “Until ten minutes ago, I would have said no. Now I want say yes. Now. Now is a bad time.”
    He laughed and shook his head.
    He’s shaking his head ?
    “I think this is a great time. We’re gonna need the calories.”
    “The hot chocolate will keep me going—” she leaned in and whispered against his lips, “—for hours.”
    He pulled her bra and the front of her dress up and rezipped her.
    She was stunned.
    “You’re re- dressing me?”
    He chuckled and kissed her. “The thing is, once I get you upstairs, you’re not going anywhere for the rest of tonight and probably most of tomorrow.”
    His words were teasing, but the tone was enough to make her very-recently satisfied girl parts say oh goody .
    “And you want Christmas cookies,” he said.
    “I can wait on the cookies.”
    He shook his head. “The perfect Christmas is about more than sex.”
    She wasn’t so sure about that. “What if I told you that if you don’t take me upstairs right now, there will be no