Driving Me to Christmas (London Loves Book 5) by Julie Farrell Page B

long hair up on top of her head and fastened it in a style that looked as if it should’ve taken hours, but had obviously taken seconds. She smiled warmly, then giggled self-consciously. “Say something, Verlaine!”
    He realised he must look totally gormless, but he was mesmerised. The negligee was made of purple chiffon, which cascaded over Sam’s toned stomach and covered the top of her panties, revealing her silken thighs. At the top of the negligee, the cups were lacy, but they were transparent enough for him to be able to see her perfect breasts. The ribbon that ran under the cups added even more allure to the skimpy outfit. He wondered what would happen if he was to undo that bow – hopefully the whole thing would come floating down to the ground.
    Sam stuck out her hip and threw him a smouldering grin. “Are you leaving your clothes on?”
    Verlaine tugged off his sweater and jeans, knowing how much Sam loved his muscly physique. He threw them to the floor, then removed his boxers, revealing just how aroused he was, seeing her dressed like that.
    They stood staring at each other for a beat, appreciating each other’s sexiness. Looking but not touching.
    Verlaine broke first. He stepped over and drew her into his arms, kissing her hungrily and holding her tight. She let her head drop back, so he kissed her neck and chest, enjoying the feel of the lace on his face.
    She giggled and pulled away slightly. Then, maintaining smutty eye contact, she bent at the waist and grabbed his hard cock, guiding it towards the bottom of the negligee. She gathered up a handful of chiffon, then wrapped it around Verlaine’s erection. He gasped as she started to move her wrist back and forth – rubbing the material over his shaft. He tried to keep his eyes open, watching in awe as her hand beat out a rhythm. A bead of pre-cum leaked from the head of his cock, smearing over the pretty material. It felt great to soil such an intimate garment – it was as if he was making his mark on it, and therefore on her.
    He realised this train of possessiveness was drawing him towards an early climax, so he quickly stepped back and disconnected.
    Sam shot him a look of devastated rejection. “What’s wrong? Don’t you like it?”
    He chuckled kindly, pulling her against himself. “Of course, baby. I just needed to stop before I ruined everything!”
    She grinned. “Ah, okay. We’d better take things slow, then.”
    “Agreed.”
    He reached up and caressed her cheek, relishing the magic of being here naked with her, stripped of all his usual daily pretences. Bliss soared through him as Sam pressed her gorgeous body against his bare chest – rubbing her chiffon-covered breasts on his pecs. He inhaled her aroma, which reminded him of sweet mango juice from a faraway land.
    He kissed her tenderly. “You taste like the sunshine.”
    She chuckled, making her beautiful face radiate with joy. Lustful desire sparked in him once more, and he couldn’t resist. He wrapped his arms around her and lifted her up, which made her giggle and gasp. Then he carried her over to the bed, feeling like a hero from a black and white movie. Sam hugged him and kissed his neck as he carried her.
    “You’re so light,” he said.
    “But strong!”
    “Absolutely!”
    Verlaine carefully lowered her down onto the feather-filled duvet, making it rustle. She knelt up and swayed her hips from side-to-side, clearly feeling horny and unable to hide it. He got comfy on the bed in front of her and took her face in his hands, running his thumb over her beautiful lips. She smiled and closed her eyes. 
    “You’re so perfect, goddess,” he said. “So pure and beautiful. You’re like…”
    He leaned forward and kissed her gently on the lips, wishing he could be better at romantic poetry. “Like…”
    Sam opened her eyes and smirked. “Remember what happened last time you compared me to a Ferrari?”
    Verlaine chuckled. “It was supposed to be a compliment. I guess