Page 15 of The Naughty List

Suddenly, we’re in his truck, our hands linked over the center console. Andy Williams sings on the radio, and just as we leave the parking lot of the church, large white snowflakes begin to fall.

“It’s beautiful,” I whisper.

He lifts our hands to his lips and kisses my knuckles. There’s an unspoken understanding that when we get back to the house, we are not stopping. Tonight is Christmas Eve, and all we want is each other.

He parks the truck in front of the trailer, and instead of going into the house, he takes me by the hand to his RV. It’s huge, and he’s had the heat running so it’s cozy when we step inside. It’s bigger than any RV I’ve ever seen, with a kitchen island and reclining leather sofa. He goes to the full-size fridge to get me a water bottle, but I just move up the two steps that lead to the master suite. The king size bed takes up almost the whole space, but it’s plush and comfortable looking.

When he joins me in the room, standing next to me, I don’t hesitate. Our mouths crash together as his arms wind around my back. My body feels like a bomb ready to detonate. There are no more words left to say, just an undeniable hunger that demands to be fed.

My hands are on his chest, running down to his stomach to grip the hem of his shirt.

“Audrey,” he says in a husky warning.

“Shut up,” I reply as I pull his black sweater over his head. My fingers play over the plains of his chest, running softly through the soft patch of hair stretched across his pecs and down to the ridges of his six pack. Grant has the type of body built by labor, sun-kissed and soft. I place a warm, gentle kiss just over his heart.

“God, I want you, Audrey,” he moans.

“Then, take me,” I whisper against his chest.

I’m hoisted off the floor without warning, his hand gentle but powerful around my thighs. Then, I’m on my back and his hands glide up my dress, gathering the material as he glides upward. As he pulls the dress over my head, leaving me in just my bra and panties beneath him, he hovers over me, kissing me again before he says, “No, Audrey. I mean...I want you.”

“I know. I want you too,” I beg as I work on his belt. His hand stops my movement.

“I want you...to come with me,” he says softly, staring into my eyes. “I want you, Audrey.”

I swallow. “Are you serious?”

“I know it’s crazy. You barely know me, but everything that’s happened between us this weekend won’t let me drive away from you, and I think I could make you happy. It could be like this...for...well, for however long you want.”

Tears fill my eyes as I nod.

“Would you like that?” he asks.

I nod again, tears streaming down to the bedding beneath me. Then, instead of speaking, I grab him by the back of the neck and pull his lips down to mine. He devours me, kissing me deeply while I wrap my legs around his hips to pull him closer.

It becomes a tangle of limbs and hands as we both struggle to get every shred of clothes off as fast as we can until we’re both naked and his heavy erection rests against my leg.

His mouth moves hungrily over my body, nipping at my breasts as he takes one pink bud into his mouth, and I let out a high-pitched moan. Grant touches me like no man ever has before, like he is worshipping my body, exploring every precious inch.

“Grant, please,” I cry when he moves to the other breast.

“Please what?” he moans against my skin, teasing me on purpose.

I grab the beard on his face and pull him up to look at me. “Fuck me,” I beg.

Then I feel him at my entrance. Instead of entering me, he runs the head of his dick over the moisture pooling there. He hooks an arm under my leg and slides in easily.

We each let out heavy moans as he fills the void between my legs.

“Yes,” I whisper, letting my head hang back. It’s not just that feeling of fullness that I love, but there’s something different about Grant. We’re connected, and I feel closer to him than I’ve ever felt to anyone.

Slowly, he pulls out before moving back in until he’s even deeper. Taking his time, he does this two more times before I start to get impatient. I whine, desperate to feel him harder. Just then, once he’s almost all the way out, he slams in, and I gasp.

“Please do that again.”

Our mouths fuse, and I take a bite of his lower lip as he slams home again. A tightening begins to build in my stomach, and it becomes hard to breathe.

“Again,” I breathe.