Читать книгу The Nights Before Christmas - Vicki Lewis Thompson - Страница 2

Suzanne studied him, and even in the pale light from the candles, he could see that her cheeks were rosy with excitement. “You’ll more than do,” she said in that smoky voice. Then her lips curved. “You’ll do…me.”

Greg’s heart raced as he returned that saucy smile. “I sure will, sweetheart.” Then, giving her a questioning look, he picked up a strand of tinsel. “Only, you seem to be covered in silver….”

“You wouldn’t let me put icicles on the tree, so—”

“I like them much better here.” He captured several stands lying across the swell of her breast and drew them back and forth over her bare skin. Then he leaned down and ran his tongue along the edge of her bra.

“That tickles.” Suzanne’s skin grew warm and flushed, and she began to quiver beneath him. “The icicles were a little joke,” she said breathlessly. “I didn’t realize it would feel like…this…when you took them off.”

“It feels good, then?” he asked, picking icicles from her garter belt and dipping his tongue into her navel.

“Only one thing could feel better,” she said, drawing him down to her. “And I can’t wait until Christmas to experience it….”