Page 25 of Snowed In with My Best Friend's Dad
I stood looking at him, wanting to join him and at the same time knowing it was a bad idea. Partly because of Lindsay, but also partly because as much as I loved his attention when he showered it on me through his touch, I didn't like it so much when he was irritated.
His expression had been like a dare, but then it morphed into resignation. "I won't be in here much longer if you'd like to come in later."
Now that it felt like the choice had been taken away from me, I wanted to run and cannonball into the hot tub.
"It's just that my swimsuit is upstairs."
He arched a brow. "You don't need a swimsuit. And if you don't want me to touch you or see you, I can get out and you can use the tub alone."
A feeling of excitement shimmied up my spine at doing something so deliciously erotic as being naked outside. I stepped out the door, closing it behind me and making my way toward a bench next to the hot tub. I took off my clothes, shivering as the cold air bit into my exposed skin. I had to have looked like a lunatic as I charged up the steps to the side of the hot tub and then sank into it, the heat as searing as it was cold outside.
He smiled from the opposite side of the hot tub. "See? I told you it's perfect."
"It seems a little crazy to be naked outside when it's so cold."
"That's part of the fun of hot tubbing in winter. The contrast."
I closed my eyes, letting my head drop back on the edge as I took in the heat of the water, the scent of the chlorine, and the cold air on my face.
"Are you disappointed that you're stuck with me here on Christmas Eve? That you're going to wake up on Christmas morning with a grump like me?"
I opened my eyes to look at him, wondering if he was serious or joking. "Only when Scrooge is here."
He let out a laugh, and it occurred to me it was the first time I saw him laugh like that. Open and reaching to his eyes. He really was an amazingly handsome man.
"I'll try to keep my inner Scrooge contained."
"Then no, I'm not disappointed." The truth was, if he kept his word, I would have another night like I did last night. One without stress or worry. One where I could give in to sensations and pleasure.
Our gazes held for long moments, and the energy between us charged again.
"Just so you know, Miranda, I'm not going to try to seduce you."
In an instant, all the sexy feelings evaporated.
"So, if there's something that you want from me, you're going to have to initiate it."
I appreciated that he was leaving the decision to me but self-conscious about taking that step. “Is there something you want from me?”
“I think I’ve made that clear since the moment we met.” His gaze drifted down, and I realized my breasts were bobbing in the water. My nipples tightened, and it had nothing to do with the cold air.
Remembering that I’d been open to him about my sexual inexperience, I decided he could teach me the art of seduction. “How do I go about seducing you?”
His lips twitched upward. “It is amazingly easy. You just need to straddle my legs and press those magnificent tits into my face.”
“That sounds easy enough.” I slowly crossed the hot tub, still feeling self-conscious but daring. I straddled his thighs, looping my arms around his neck. “How’s this?”
“Fucking fantastic.” His hands kneaded my breasts, lifting them from the water. Cold air assaulted my nipples. He groaned as he rubbed his thumbs over them, making me moan too. His lips wrapped around one, sucking, tugging. My hips rocked, seeking his dick. It was hard pressed between my pussy and his belly. I ground against him.
“Are you going to fuck me, Miranda?” His hands left my breasts. One reached behind me, grabbing my ass. The other slid between us, his thumb flicking over my clit.
“Yes,” I said in a gasp, rising to take him in. I sank down, closing my eyes to savor the pressure, the pleasure as he filled me.
“Fuck, yeah,” he groaned. “Love your tight pussy. Now ride me, Miranda.”
I’d learned that sex involved a lot of instinct, at least when it came to intercourse. There had been many times when I’d been unsure, but once he was inside me, my body knew exactly what to do. I rocked my hips and then rose and sank down again. My hands gripped his shoulders as I moved. I was aware of the cold on my exposed body, but I didn’t feel it. The only sensations were building tension and pleasure as I moved faster, faster, seeking, reaching for release.
His fingers dug into my hips as he helped me move over him. He dipped his head, his tongue snaking out and lapping at my nipple. I felt it straight to my pussy, launching me into the sweetest pleasure.
