Kissing Santa, A Clover Park Novella (Clover Park, Book 4) Contemporary Romance (The Clover Park Series) by Kylie Gilmore Page B
Authors: Kylie Gilmore
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her.
“Come back to my place?” he asked.
She nodded, her pulse racing. She wanted this, wanted him.
He flashed a smile, gave her a quick kiss, and led the way.
A short drive later, they arrived at his apartment. Rico stopped at the front door. “Wait here.”
He went inside. Samantha waited. That was strange. What was he up to?
He came out a minute later, swept her up in his arms, and carried her over the threshold.
“Oh!” she gasped, surprised by the sudden pickup as well as the apartment. The place was dark, except for white twinkling Christmas lights strung all along the ceiling, along the archway separating the kitchen from the small dining area, and around a large ficus tree. Harry Connick Jr. crooned in the background. “It’s beautiful!”
He gazed into her eyes. “You’re beautiful.”
And amazingly, she believed him. It wasn’t a line. He actually meant it. About her. He carried her to the sofa and set her down. Sitting next to her, he stroked her hair, pushing it over her ear. He cradled her cheek and slowly leaned in. Samantha’s eyes closed, and his lips met hers, kissing her tenderly. It was a long, slow, deep kiss, and warmth spread all the way down to her toes. His hand remained on her cheek, the other resting on her thigh, not moving, and she waited for more, wanted more. Until she finally couldn’t take it anymore and pulled him down with her on the sofa.
He sat up and removed her necklace, which had been poking between them, and returned to kiss the side of her neck, feathering light kisses down to her collarbone, tasting her. He returned to her mouth, his tongue dipping in, and something in her snapped. She thrust her tongue in his mouth, her hands running all over him, suddenly crazy to have him. She tugged at his shirt, wanting it off, wanting nothing between them, desperate for skin on skin.
His mouth worked along her jawline, seeming in no hurry despite her frantic hands. He kissed his way up to her ear, where he murmured, “Samantha,” as his clever hands undid the front clasp of her bra. He pulled back and slipped off her sweater and bra. Then he was kissing her again, his hands cupping her breasts as his rough fingers brushed back and forth across her nipples. She moaned, her hands fisting on the back of his shirt. Then his mouth dipped to suckle her breast, and the throbbing between her legs intensified.
“Rico,” she said on a sigh.
He pulled back and gazed down at her breasts. “So, so beautiful.” He kissed one breast, then the other reverently.
She pulled at his shirt again. “Take this off.”
He stood, but instead of taking off his shirt, he pulled her with him and led her into the bedroom. She had a brief glimpse of a king-size bed with a black comforter before he was kissing her again and guiding her down to the bed. She pulled at his shirt again.
“This is all about you, baby,” he murmured before kissing his way down her body. She quivered as he undid the button on her jeans and unzipped them. She lifted her hips, and he slid them down. She was instantly rewarded with a hot kiss over her center, his tongue pressing there through her damp panties.
She reached for him. “I want—”
“I know what you want,” he said in the voice of the extremely confident as he slid off her panties. He nudged her legs apart and settled between them. He pushed in closer, his shoulders opening her as her legs were forced over his shoulders. She glanced down, she was spread wide open with his hot gaze on her most private area. Omigod was she really going to let him—
His fingers spread her folds, and he stroked her with his tongue. All thoughts flew from her brain. His mouth was magic, and she gave in to it as he used his lips and tongue, bringing her to the brink again and again, only to change to soft, light kisses that had her frantic and restless. She lifted her hips, silently begging for release, and then his fingers were inside of her, spreading her as his
“Come back to my place?” he asked.
She nodded, her pulse racing. She wanted this, wanted him.
He flashed a smile, gave her a quick kiss, and led the way.
A short drive later, they arrived at his apartment. Rico stopped at the front door. “Wait here.”
He went inside. Samantha waited. That was strange. What was he up to?
He came out a minute later, swept her up in his arms, and carried her over the threshold.
“Oh!” she gasped, surprised by the sudden pickup as well as the apartment. The place was dark, except for white twinkling Christmas lights strung all along the ceiling, along the archway separating the kitchen from the small dining area, and around a large ficus tree. Harry Connick Jr. crooned in the background. “It’s beautiful!”
He gazed into her eyes. “You’re beautiful.”
And amazingly, she believed him. It wasn’t a line. He actually meant it. About her. He carried her to the sofa and set her down. Sitting next to her, he stroked her hair, pushing it over her ear. He cradled her cheek and slowly leaned in. Samantha’s eyes closed, and his lips met hers, kissing her tenderly. It was a long, slow, deep kiss, and warmth spread all the way down to her toes. His hand remained on her cheek, the other resting on her thigh, not moving, and she waited for more, wanted more. Until she finally couldn’t take it anymore and pulled him down with her on the sofa.
He sat up and removed her necklace, which had been poking between them, and returned to kiss the side of her neck, feathering light kisses down to her collarbone, tasting her. He returned to her mouth, his tongue dipping in, and something in her snapped. She thrust her tongue in his mouth, her hands running all over him, suddenly crazy to have him. She tugged at his shirt, wanting it off, wanting nothing between them, desperate for skin on skin.
His mouth worked along her jawline, seeming in no hurry despite her frantic hands. He kissed his way up to her ear, where he murmured, “Samantha,” as his clever hands undid the front clasp of her bra. He pulled back and slipped off her sweater and bra. Then he was kissing her again, his hands cupping her breasts as his rough fingers brushed back and forth across her nipples. She moaned, her hands fisting on the back of his shirt. Then his mouth dipped to suckle her breast, and the throbbing between her legs intensified.
“Rico,” she said on a sigh.
He pulled back and gazed down at her breasts. “So, so beautiful.” He kissed one breast, then the other reverently.
She pulled at his shirt again. “Take this off.”
He stood, but instead of taking off his shirt, he pulled her with him and led her into the bedroom. She had a brief glimpse of a king-size bed with a black comforter before he was kissing her again and guiding her down to the bed. She pulled at his shirt again.
“This is all about you, baby,” he murmured before kissing his way down her body. She quivered as he undid the button on her jeans and unzipped them. She lifted her hips, and he slid them down. She was instantly rewarded with a hot kiss over her center, his tongue pressing there through her damp panties.
She reached for him. “I want—”
“I know what you want,” he said in the voice of the extremely confident as he slid off her panties. He nudged her legs apart and settled between them. He pushed in closer, his shoulders opening her as her legs were forced over his shoulders. She glanced down, she was spread wide open with his hot gaze on her most private area. Omigod was she really going to let him—
His fingers spread her folds, and he stroked her with his tongue. All thoughts flew from her brain. His mouth was magic, and she gave in to it as he used his lips and tongue, bringing her to the brink again and again, only to change to soft, light kisses that had her frantic and restless. She lifted her hips, silently begging for release, and then his fingers were inside of her, spreading her as his
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