On Santa's Lap *Published*

Chapter Twenty-five (P3)

There are multiple parts as P3 is made private - due to the content. If you don't want to read or are under 18 etc, skip to P4.

This time when his lips met mine it wasn't like any other kiss we shared, there was something else, a certain urgency. I ran my hands down his chest feeling the hard muscle underneath and nearly thought again about this, what happened to not kissing him till he got fat.

I felt his lips go from my mouth to the side of my neck and my eyes closed as I let out a breathe, jesus, why did that feel so good. I nearly jumped when I felt him bit the skin softly before returning to kiss me. 

"Bedroom," I moaned as I felt his hand slid higher on my leg, not to mention I was positive this couch would break.

I heard him groan and somehow it was the sexiest sound I had ever heard, he wrapped his hands around my waist picking me up "The doors not closed." I said in between a kiss. The last thing I needed was someone to rob me.

"Right, the door," he said his cheeks all flustered and without even dropping me he picked me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist as he walked to the door misjudging the distance as he nearly slammed me into it as it pushed it shut.

"Sorry," He said as my head banged against the door and I reached back with one hand feeling my scalp, "Damn it, are you always this violet?" 

"Pretty much," he laughed as he leaned me against the door as I pulled his collar towards me as I leaned forward to kiss him. It was almost like an addicting drug, you could never have enough of the way he tasted, the warmth of his lips, his body against yours and the intoxicating smell. 

How did he still smell so good, I was pretty sure my perfume worn out ages ago.

"Left or right?" I forgot," he asked and I realised we were in the corridor and I blinked trying to make my brain think, "Uh Left,  no, right," 

I think.

"I think you should put me down."

"It's okay I got this," He said as he leaned me against the wall as he opened the door and I nearly winced at the mess, but that was the last thing I cared about as I felt his mouth at the nape of my neck against and my legs tightened around him my fingers gripping his shoulder.

The man sure knew how to kiss.

I felt the mattress under me as I slid the jacket off his shoulders and he let go for a brief moment to shrug it off as it fell to the ground. 

"You sure about this." he asked as he leaned down hovering above me.

"Yes, are you?" I asked. 

His response was a simple groan as he bent down kissing me, "You'r going to be the death of me Eve."

"Good think you're a doctor then,"

I ran my fingers over his white shirt, how was it still wrinkle free, wait why are you thinking about why it had no wrinkles, stupid brain. 

I gave a tug on the buttons getting irritated.

"Need some help there?" He asked amused.

"Your stupid buttons," I muttered.

His fingers joined mine helping me and it was a good thing because I was going to try and tear it off and probably fail miserably. 

He bit the corner of my lip, taking my bottom lip into his as I ran my band down his back, his hand sliding up the curve of my calf before propping my leg up, my knee digging into his hip.