On Santa's Lap *Published*

Chapter Seventeen

Oh people, I didn't mean it was my bday party, i meant my friends bday party soz (mines in march SOON i'm so old)

The familiar scent of mint greeted my nose as his breathe tickled the side of my mouth.

And I came to a conclusions.

The guy was probably carrying around toothpaste and a brush everywhere he went. Or mints. Probably the latter.

I was brought back to my senses when my lower lip was bitten on, softly. His arms wrapped around my body positioning me so I was on top of him rather than slipping off.

It took me a moment to realise he was waiting for me to make the next move.

So I kissed him.

It didn't take him long to take back control, his lips fighting for dominance which I let him have. My mind was too confused as his hands ran down the slope of my back, mirroring the image of mine down the front of his chest.

I could feel the heat from his fingers through my shirt, warming me up against the chill air.

He suddenly turned, rolling us over so he was on the top, my legs still bent at the knees, feet on the ground and his body positioned between my inner thighs. His lips moving from my lips to the base of my chin before following the trail down the side of my throat making me catch my breathe.

Shit. My stomach should not be flipping like that. Surely it was unhealthy to feel air sickness when I wasn't even in the air.

His fingers brushed the hair away from the nape of my neck and I realised what he was doing.

"Don't you dare." My voice came out kind of raspy but that was the least of my worries when I felt him nip my skin gently.

"It'll be small. I swear."

"No! I have to baby sit Evan tomorrow!" And the last thing I needed was asking him where I got a bruise from. And of course I couldn't exactly lie to him that this wasn't a bruise.

I was silently relieved when he pulled away but then sent into panic when I felt his warm mouth on my bare skin. Again. Not at the nape of my neck. But lower.

Towards my left shoulder, brushing the small collar of the shirt aside.

"I'm going to smack you if you dare l-oh shit." One of my hands left the side of his hip I was digging into and grabbed his hair as my eyes closed involuntarily. Wait. No. You're meant to be smacking him.

But that seemed to be really hard to get my hand to do what I wanted right now.

"Shit. Nik."

I felt his groan against my shoulder before he placed a light kiss, his nose nuzzling my neck higher like a baby or an animal.

"You can't expect me to stop when you moan my name like that, Jesus"

"Christ,"

He pulled back raising an eyebrow, okay maybe that was a bit uncalled for but hey, dose of your own medication doctor.

"I think you should." I said clearing my throat.

"I think not. And as the smarter one here I'm right."

"You're not the smar-" his lips were back on mine.

Okay maybe I'll let him win for now. Because when his tongue met mine I realised I could let someone be smarter than me for one night.

But of course. I was smarter.

I froze when my hands, somehow. No idea how, slipped under his shirt.