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  Her taste exploded on his tongue. Like cinnamon and candy, with a hint of oranges…all his favorite tastes combined into one heady, heavenly rush. He groaned and deepened the kiss, exploring her honeyed mouth with soft strokes of his tongue against hers as their lips met in a sweet embrace that turned torrid.

  Heat burst through him. Invaded his cells and exploded to infiltrate his bloodstream. Every inch of his larger body, and every cell it contained, was reset. Attuned themselves to the tiny, curvy little woman in his arms as though the world had shifted and she’d just become true north. He broke away with a gasp, looking down at the little sprite in his arms in shock.

  Her eyes were dark and sultry, as affected by the kiss as he was, and he bit back a groan. How had he not known kissing her would be like this? That beneath the shy exterior was a well of passion hot enough to make him forget all about Christmas tomorrow.

  Her cheeks flushed and she looked down. He didn’t miss her quick glance upward again, as though checking his reaction and he chuckled, tucking a finger under her chin to lift her lips to his again.

  “Carry on looking at me like that, little elf, and Christmas’ll come early this year,” he whispered against her lips. “And we can’t have that, can we?”

  Chapter Three

  Christmas. Coming. Hell, yeah, she was all in for that.

  Mia smiled and wrapped her arms around Cole’s neck as he claimed her lips again. Somehow, he was into her…and the evidence was hard against her belly. An iron bar so thick and wide it would have made her knees weak, if his hot kisses hadn’t already compromised her ability to walk beyond repair.

  She murmured in the back of her throat, parting her lips to allow him to plunder her mouth again, but she didn’t leave it there. Sure, she might have been shy around him before—he was a Claus for Christmas sake; that was like a god in her world, or a rockstar at the least—but now he was…yeah. Into her. Literally. He thrust his tongue deep, seeking hers, but she evaded him. Instead of letting him have what he wanted, she teased him, and made him work for it

  He growled, a delightful low sound, and drove a hand into her hair to hold her head still. Allowing herself to be capture, she moaned as his tongue stroked along hers. His grunt of triumph made her smile, but she had more than one trick up her sleeve. With a wriggle, she slid her hand between them and stroked his cock through his pants.

  “Fuck me!” He broke their kiss to look down at her. Heat and surprise blazed in his unusual eyes. Yeah, they always did say to watch out for the quiet ones.

  She stroked again. “I rather thought that was the idea?” she asked, her expression as innocent as she could make it. “Although, if not, I could always call Darrick back…”

  His feral snarl matched the expression of fury on his face. “Do that and he dies. You’re mine, understand?”

  “Shhh sshhh,” she comforted, reaching up to press her fingertips to his lips. “I’m joking, I promise.”

  “Hmmm,” he grumbled, his expression somewhat placated and kissed her fingertips. Even that, the brush of his lips against the skin there, sent her senses into overdrive. Especially when he swept his tongue against the pad of her index finger. A shiver hit her, working its way from the top of her head right down to her curling toes.

  “That’s what I want to do to you,” he whispered, his voice whiskey-rough. “Taste every inch of you to see if you’re as sweet as you look. Lick and tease you until you scream my name.”

  She whimpered, biting her lip as her clit ached in response. Hell, what was she supposed to say in answer to that? Yes, please? Drag him off to her apartment to have her wicked way with him?

  “Well, we could do that…” she said, a small part of her brain amazed that she sounded so calm and put together. “But we could get arrested if we try it here.”

  “Oh, I wasn’t thinking about here.”

  His answering grin was slow and sexy, full of blatant desire and intent as he put space between them long enough to reach into his pocket. Her eyes widened at the small object in his hand. At first glance, it looked like a pocket watch, until he flipped the lid to reveal a compass. Inside though, there were no markings for north, east, south and west. Instead, there was just one inscription and no needle. Where the needle should be, the golden sparks of Christmas magic shimmered.

  She recognized it. It was the compass of a Claus, to help him return to the Pole each year. Her Grandpops had a similar one, albeit a little smaller, but in his the magic was gone. No golden swirls waited to show the way home on request. They hadn’t for many years, but her grandfather still kept the compass. She’d caught him looking at it sadly when he thought he was alone.

  Amazement held her heart captive as the magic swirled. She’d never seen the pole. Hell, she’d never even seen a Claus elf until coming to the PPA. Now she was in the arms of the sexiest Santa she’d ever seen and he was about to take her to the birthplace of her family. She realized he was looking at her, waiting for her answer, and nodded.

  The needle formed in the compass, pointing to the inscription. ‘The Pole’. Around them the fairy lights danced, spinning faster and faster until the world joined in. Everything lurched and she gasped, closing her eyes and clinging to Cole. He chuckled and rubbed her back reassuringly.

  “You can open your eyes now, we’re here.”

  Cracking open an eyelid, she braved a glance and found they were in a small bedroom. Wooden walls, beams above them, and a fire crackling in the grate to one side. But they didn’t get her attention, what did was the large four poster bed in front of them. Crisp white sheets. Colorful patchwork blanket. If she’d had to describe a typical room at the North Pole, it was exactly what she’d have described.

  Her lips quirked. He’d brought her to the Pole, but typical man, he’d brought her to his bedroom first.

  “Welcome home,” he whispered and bent his head to claim her lips again.

  She melted into his arms with a moan, parting her lips and kissing him back with a passion that scorched her veins. He rumbled deep in his chest, a sexy sound of approval and pleasure. Molding herself to him, arms around his neck, she gave everything she had. This might be a dream or a one night stand, but she knew one thing for certain.

  She would enjoy every minute of it.

  His hand smoothed up over her back and his fingertips hooked under the thin strap of her dress to pull it from her shoulder. His lips broke from hers, ghosted over her jaw, and blazed a path down her neck.

  Her own hands weren’t idle. Fingertips tested the hard muscle in his arms and skated up to explore his broad shoulders before following his collar around down to the buttons at the front of the shirt. His hands spread out over her back, one behind her shoulders and the other behind her hips to pull her up hard against his groin. His cock, hard and thick, pressed into her stomach and she bit back a moan. He was big, she was small... Would it even fit?

  Those thoughts flitted away into the ether as he found the zipper at the back of her dress and drew it down inch by teasing inch. The fabric slipped from her body, neckline relocating a couple of inches. Bending her backward, he followed it with his lips eagerly, leaving a trail of fire against her skin. Off-balance, she resisted the urge to cling to him, trusting in his strength.

  She played with the buttons on the front of his shirt, dipping her fingers between the fabric to stroke beneath before popping them one by one. The thin material parted, allowing her access to the muscled expanse of his broad chest. Spreading her hands, she stroked over the hard planes. Her fingertips brushed his flat male nipples and brought them to attention

  He muttered under his breath and yanked her dress down further. The garment slipped down under her bust to reveal the lacy strapless bra she wore beneath and his curse was audible as he pulled back to look down at her. His expression, somewhere between reverence and feral need, rocked her to the core.

  “You’re so beautiful.” His voice was so raw, so honest that she couldn’t help but reach up on tiptoes
to kiss along his jaw, nibbling and flicking her tongue in the groove of the small cleft in his chin.

  He pulled away a little to strip her dress off her and leave her standing in front of him clad in her underwear and high heels. Reaching out a hand, for balance and contact, she found it enveloped in his. Short and heading towards plump, she’d never considered herself attractive to men, but his face made her reassess a lifetime of assumptions in seconds.

  Stalking towards her, he stripped off his shirt as he went. She couldn’t help but ogle and drink in the perfection of his chiseled male form. Then he was there, body heat beating against hers again and she lost the ability to think. Instead, she lifted her lips for his kiss, a soft sigh escaping her as big hands encircled her waist, skimmed up her rib cage, and smoothed over her back.

  The clasp on her bra gave, the garment gone, and her breasts freed. He groaned, the deep sound one of male need, and cupped her. The stroke of his calloused palms against her soft skin drew a shiver from the depths of her soul. His strong fingers tweaked her nipples, and fire arrowed straight down to her clit.

  “So pretty, and hot,” he whispered walking her backward. The back of her thighs hit the high bed and a second later she was tumbling onto its softness. He rode her down, his hot, hard body a delicious contrast to the cool softness at her back.

  He kissed like a starving man, drinking from her lips with a heated desperation. Hot, wet, open-mouthed exchanges of passion. His tongue slid against hers, then retreated so he could nip gently at the fullness of her lower lip. He covered her, dominated the embrace, and filled her senses… Became everything.

  She whimpered and shivered beneath him, reaching out to cradle him against the softness of her body. A maiden welcoming her warrior home. Soft moans and deeper groans punctuated the silence of the little room. He broke away again to kiss down her neck, but he didn’t linger. Instead, he skipped her shoulder, planted a single kiss on the slope of her breast and then flicked his tongue over her nipple.

  Pleasure surged through her at the warm wet rasp and she arched her back with a cry. Offered more of herself to him. His arm slid around the back of her shoulders, holding her in position as he lavished attention on her breasts. He worked one, cupping and plumping the soft mound with a big hand, before licking and sucking on the nipple until she was almost mindless with need. Then he transferred to the other, repeating the process until she was ready to beg for him to do something… Anything.

  Her hands drove into his short hair, holding him to her as she wrapped her legs around his slim hips and rocked against the hardness she found there. He broke away to rest his forehead against her shoulder. His breathing was ragged.

  “Carry on like that, little elf, and this will be the shortest, hardest screw you ever had.”

  Chapter Four

  Mia didn’t answer, just rocked her hips again and he growled. Rearing back to stand, he snatched open his belt and trousers and shoved his pants down to release his cock. The thick, rigid length sprang free to slap against his toned abdomen. It glistened in the dim lights of the room, the head flushed purple. She bit her lip, anticipation coursing through her and her pussy clenched hard at the thought of him sliding that thick length within her.

  He divested the rest of his clothing within a second and crawled back over her. The fire in his eyes made her clit ache again. Stroking a hand up her thigh, he tangled his fingers in the lace side of her panties.

  “These need to go,” he said, even as he pulled them down. She lifted her hips to help him and the scrap of fabric disappeared, leaving her naked before him. His hand slipped between her thighs, sliding ever higher, and she parted them in silent invitation. He didn’t look away, holding her gaze as his hand reached the juncture of her thighs and the secrets hidden there.

  She clutched his upper arms, lips parting on a soft moan as he found her pussy lips. His eyes darkened at the wetness there, the evidence of her arousal, of her need for him. He reached her clit and circled it. Soft strokes, then hard rubs, all while looking deep into her eyes. She’d never been so naked and exposed, and it had nothing to do with her lack of clothing. It felt like he looked into her very soul while he took her to the heights of pleasure with his hand.

  “Hot,” he murmured and his fingers slipped down from her clit to circle the entrance to her cunt. She couldn’t help the soft moan and the jerk of her hips against his hand. Couldn’t help that her eyes fluttered shut when he dipped a calloused fingertip into her pussy. She needed more, so much more.

  He didn’t wait for an invitation, and a second later slid a finger deep within her slick channel. Her nails dug into his upper arms, not a warning, but in need. He pulled out and did it again, and again, finger fucking her with long strokes that made her eyes roll back in her head. He added a second finger, using both to scissor and stretch her, and she thought she’d died and gone to heaven. That was until he bought his thumb to play, pressing and stroking against her clit and blew all other previous misconceptions about pleasure out of the water.

  The heat in her body rose, sparkles of pleasure and need rolling through her veins like spiked balls. It was delicious, decadent, but she needed to come and he wouldn’t let her. Each time she got close, he backed off, changing the rhythm until she growled in frustration.

  “Ohh no, little elf,” he whispered in her ear, planting a kiss there that made her knees weak. “You come when I say… You wouldn’t want to get on Santa’s naughty list, would you?”

  Her pussy clenched around his fingers and she pouted as he withdrew them again. Screw being good, if being on the naughty list got her this…then she would never be good again.

  He moved over her, sliding down the bed to kneel beside it. Hooking her behind the knees in big hands, he shoved her legs apart and up, exposing her core to him. She moaned as cooler air whispered over her exposed pussy lips, but the feeling didn’t last long. In the next second, he leaned forward to sweep his tongue along the path his fingers had taken earlier.

  Even the ability to moan abandoned her as she grabbed at the sheets for something to hold onto. He ate pussy like he kissed, with a savage determination to ring utter pleasure from her. Her breath caught in her throat, tension at her core spiraling, winding tighter and tighter until she could sob with it. His tongue curled around her clit, fluttering about it, flicking over it, and then, finally, he pulled it between his lips and sucked.

  Something broke within her, shattered her into a million pieces, and she cried out. His name or a wordless cry of pleasure, she had no idea. All she knew was that his touch had become everything, and the world narrowed down to just the two of them on the bed. He rumbled in pleasure and thrust his tongue deep into her cunt, licking and sucking as though determined to gather up all the evidence of her release.

  Finally, he pulled away and she reached for him. He was there within a heartbeat, moving over her to part her legs with a hard knee and settled between them. Heat rolled through her, lifting goose bumps over her skin when the thick, broad head of his cock brushed against the entrance to her pussy. Even though that she’d just come, need hit her broadside again. A need she knew only he could assuage.

  His breath came in rough pants, big chest heaving as he looked down at her. He seemed to have a thing about watching her, but she didn’t care. It was the hottest thing she’d ever known, to have him watch her as he pressed forward. The thick head of his cock breached her, stretching the delicate tissues in a delicious way. Her breath caught in pleasure as he slid inside her inch, by slow, thick, decadent inch. She saw it all in his eyes. The way she affected him, the pleasure and passion as he speared her with his big cock. He bottomed out, hips against hers, and paused. Her pussy ached, throbbing around him. The fit was so tight that she felt everything…every vein and ridge along the thick length. Every jerk, every pulse, even his heartbeat as blood surged through his shaft.

  The ache subsided, leaving behind a deep need to move. She wriggled and rocked her hips tentatively. Sensation s
lammed through her, dragging a moan from the depths of her soul. He swore, eyes closing as his cock jerked inside her and when he opened them again, they were unfocused, the expression primal. She smiled as she realized his control teetered on a knife edge and a sense of her own feminine power flowed through her. She’d done that, brought him to the edge. Her.

  Reaching up, she planted a kiss on his lips then pulled away a little to whisper. “I thought you wanted to fuck me?”

  His hips answered before he did, shoving forward another half inch that made her eyes roll back in her head.

  “Yeah,” he managed roughly and pulled back. “Not just wanted to…I’m going to.”

  He surged forward again, the movement so powerful the bed slammed into the wall behind it. The pace he set was fast and furious. She whimpered in pleasure, the motion of his cock in her cunt brushing against nerve endings she never knew she had.

  He did it again and again, until she didn’t know which way was up, down or sideways. Until the only thing she knew was him and the way he fucked her. Her gasps and moans joined the slap of skin on skin. The sounds of sex filled the room while all around them magic danced.

  “Ignore it,” he panted, letting go her wrists in favor of planting his hands either side of her head and using the increased leverage to power into her deeper. “We’re elves… And it’s Christmas. The magic likes us.”

  It seemed to, the fairy lights covering them and zipping along her skin in little sensual shocks that stole her breath.

  He groaned, grunting as he moved to capture her wrists and haul them above her head. She stretched out beneath him in the ultimate sensual sacrifice. Her breasts rubbed against his hair-roughened chest with each movement, nipples peaking at the stimulation.

  Legs around his hips, she locked her ankles and strained against him. Pushed back for each thrust he gave. Rocked her hips against his each time they came together.