Holiday for HIre(17)

He obliged .

They kept kissing, rolling around in the snow until they were soaked. Until they were so hot for each other that they’d forgotten to be cold. Until Mr. Jacobson huffed with judgment when he passed again with his dog .

At which point, Ian pulled away and made the most wonderful suggestion. “Why don’t we head inside ?”

They barely had the door closed before their mouths found each other again. They wriggled out of their coats and boots as best they could between kisses. When Jane’s hands were free of her gloves, she brought them up and over Ian’s broad shoulders. Then she tugged him closer .

Ian slid his own hands around her waist and down over her ass. “You’re sopping wet,” he said, stating the obvious .

But the snow wasn’t what she was referring to when she said, “You have no idea .”

His eyes sparked, and—unlike when they’d spoken innuendo on the phone— she was sure he caught her meaning. His hand toyed with the bottom of her sweater. “You should probably get out of those clothes .”

Her breath fell out of its rhythm. “Your clothes are just as wet as mine .”

“I guess they’ll have to come off as well.” There he was again with that wink—that toe-curling, knee-buckling, heart-stopping wink .

It was Jane who made the next suggestion. “Maybe we should take this upstairs .”

He leaned back to look her in the eyes. “Jane?” he said, and she was pretty certain what he meant was are you sure ?

“I’m sure,” she said. Because she was. Then it occurred to her that, perhaps, he wasn’t . “Do you want to ?”

“I do. On one condition .”

“What is it ?”

“I’m off the clock .”

Her stomach fluttered. “I can completely accept that condition.” It was so much easier to lead him up the staircase knowing that the paycheck she’d given him wasn’t a factor in whatever happened next .

And she was looking forward to “next” as much as she’d ever looked forward to a visit from Santa Claus .

In her bedroom, they resumed their kissing with renewed passion. Jane barely had time to worry if she’d left anything personal lying around or whether she’d worn nice underwear before Ian had her stripped to nothing at all .

Gently, he pushed her down onto the bed, and stood back to gaze on her. She felt strangely comfortable in front of him, but was unable to meet his eyes. Instead she focused her attention on the dresser just behind him where he’d thrown her panties .

Oh, good. They were a nice pair, she thought .

But then Ian pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it aside, and to hell with being awkward because there was no way Jane wasn’t staring at that flat washboard of a stomach in front of her. Seriously, what did the man do to be that ripped? She was pretty sure she hadn’t seen abs like that since she dated that guy on the Olympic swim team her junior year of college .

Back then, she hadn’t had a clue what she was doing. Neither had the swimmer, for that matter. She hoped a six-pack didn’t come at the expense of knowing how to treat a woman in bed .

Well. She’d find out soon enough .

She continued to look on, riveted as Ian next stripped off his jeans, leaving him with a completely discernable thick rod that bulged out from his boxer briefs .

“Red,” she said, remarking on the color of his underwear. “My favorite color of wrapping paper.” Fortunately, this wasn’t a gift she had to wait to tear into .

She got up on her knees and crawled over to him so she could help him remove the packaging from his package. “Jiminy Christmas,” she said when his cock popped out, stiff and long .

“It’s all yours .”

Thank god, because she wanted to lick that thing like it was a candy cane. Gripping him at the base with one hand, she leaned forward so she could wrap her lips around his crown before dragging her tongue down the length of him .

“Yes,” Ian hissed. “Just like that.” His lids shuttered as she took him all the way into her mouth, sucking him and teasing him until he was throbbing .

It wasn’t too long before he pulled away .

Jane batted her eyes up at him. “I was enjoying that, thank you very much .”

“So was I. Too much.” He kissed a trail up her neck. “Now, let me enjoy this .”

He pushed her back down on the bed and crawled over her. His lips never left her, gliding over her skin, down her neck, to her breasts then returning to her mouth before setting off on another journey of her body .

As he explored her with kisses, his hand found its way between her legs. His thumb brushed against her clit, too softly at first, and she was just about to correct him when he pressed harder .

She moaned .

Then, she moaned again when his fingers slipped lower. Slipped inside her. She didn’t know how to describe the sound she made when he rubbed against her sensitive wall and increased the pressure on her clit. What she did know was that this was one area where Ian needed absolutely no instruction .

In fact, she thought as she threw her head back in ecstasy, he could charge for this .

When she came down from her orgasm, Ian was settling between her thighs. His cock nudged against her, rubbing her tender nub in such a way she was already on her way toward another O .