Authors: Paisley Scott
He grinned.
“
Do you happen to have a flashlight?
”
“
In the kitchen.
”
“
I
’
ll get it.
You stay
here by the fire.
”
She watched him stand up
.
He was beautiful.
T
he golden glow of the flames
softly
highlighted
and shadow
ed
him like
a painting by Michelangelo.
“
T
ake this so you don
’
t turn into an icicle,
”
she said, handing him the quilt and scooting closer to the fireplace.
“
Thanks.
”
He
flung it around him
like a poncho and set off toward the kitchen
,
half
-illuminated by the firelight.
“
So where is it?
Am I hot or cold?
”
he hollered, open
ing
a
drawer near the stove.
“
Well
,
I think you
’
re most definitely hot.
But the flashlight is on top of the refrigerator.
”
His chuckle drifted back and w
rapped
around her like a soft, comfortable blank
et.
Funny, she didn
’
t feel at all self-conscious with Brody.
Maybe the whole
friends
-
mak
e-
the
-
best
-
lovers theory
carried more merit than
she
’
d given it credit for.
A
halogen beam
cut
brightly
through the
dimness
and caught her
square in the eyes.
“
Ack!
”
Sh
e shielded her face.
“
Careful where you point that.
”
“
Let me go light the furnace real quick.
Matches in there?
”
She nodded.
“
Under the sink.
”
“
Gotcha.
Be right back.
”
It took him less than five minutes to light the heater and return.
He
tossed
another log
into the fire
and held
his hands out to warm them.
“
Christmas in the mountains, huh?
”
He looked
at her over his shoulder.
“
Quaint but cold as hell.
”
Turning to face her, h
e
removed the quilt
and wrapped it snugly around
her shoulders
.
“
Your turn.
”
He grin
ned,
handing her the flashlight and
nodding toward the back of the apartment.
“
I didn
’
t know where you kept your candles.
”
Sophie stood and
walked up beside him.
With a smug smile, she reached up and grabbed the six red votives perched on the mantel.
“
Woul
d you mind grabbing
those
candles there?
”
Brody picked up the two
large
,
green jars.
One was
labeled
Christmas Wreath
and the other
Mistletoe
.
“
You
’
re mighty festive
.
”
Grimacing at the
frosty
touch of the
glass
votives
resting against her bare breast
, she
told him,
“
And t
hese are all bayberry.
”
He chuckled.
“
Well, if you expect me to go back down that freezing hall with you, you
’
d better share that thing.
”
He hunkered down and took her candles
so she could throw a bit of the
quilt around him.
She flicked on
the flashlight
,
and they started down the narrow hall.
Although the cold made her instinctively want to get to a warmer place, the feel of his naked body against hers made her want to slow her pace and savor the nearness of him.
Brody must have fel
t it to
o because he shortened his stride and positioned himself behind her, winding his arms around her in front.
Sophie nearly stumbled as his cock rubbed against her backside.
The more they walked, the harder he
got
.
God, it felt so good to be in his arms.
That
she could elicit such a strong reaction in a man pumped up her flagging ego tenfold.
The fact that she was able to have this effect on a younger man was the cherry on top.
Testing her newfound confidence, she wiggled her bottom against him.
His sharp inha
le was all the answer she needed.
She wiggled again, more suggestively, letting the underside of his cock ride the line of her ass.
“
Watch it, sweetheart, or we won
’
t make it to the shower.
”
Goosebumps danced
across
her skin
,
and it had nothing to do with
the cold.
She was a little
disappointed
when they reached the bathroom and he
had to leave her to
run the water.
Setting up the candles along the sink and the back of the toilet, she
lit
each one before turning off the flashlight.
The lighting evoked a tra
nquil atmosphere.
She closed her eyes and breathed deeply.
The steam from the shower, the scents of pine, mistletoe and bayberry, plus the subtle
smell
of
natural
gas
burn-off
from the
wall
heater
, all mixed
together to make
a cozy little retreat for two.
When she opened her eyes, Brody was standing in front of her, smiling.
“
Your shower awaits, madam.
”
“
You mean
our
shower, don
’
t you?
”
She moved
the curtain aside and stepp
ed
inside.
The water temperature was perfect, like a waterfall of
glorious
warmth.
Br
ody followed her in, holding her waist as he stepped
on the non-slip mat
behind her and closed the curtain.
“
You think there
’
s room for two
in
this thing?
”
He
leaned forward, letting his
dark head
dip
beneath the spray
, then
pulled her back against him
so
they
were
both getting wet.
A sigh drifted past her lips
,
and she let her eyelids flutter shut
.
Like a
spring rain,
the water cascaded over
them in
a warm
ca
ress
.
The scent of coconut mingled with all the other aromas in the room
,
and
Sophie
opened her eye
s to see Brody squeezing shampoo into his hand beside her.
Within seconds, he was working it into her thick
curls
.
His fingers tenderly massaged her scalp
before
rins
ing
the lather out
.
Unexpectedly, h
er eyes filled with tears.
“
I
’
ve never had anyone wash
my hair,
”
she told him, surprised that such a simple thing could touch her so deeply.
“
Thank you.
”
Without a word, he moved her
hair
to one side and kissed the back of her neck.
His other hand slid slowly down her waist until he cupped her pussy in his pal
m.
She moaned as his mouth trailed kisses along her shoulder, nipping lightly against
her collarbone before he worked his way around
to
the side of her throat and up to her ear.
Gently, he nipped at her lobe and flicked his tongue
provocatively
along
the i
nside
of her ear
.
Sophie shivered, her knees growing weak.
Brody drew
her tighter against him and
slipped his middle finger inside her wet pussy.
If
he
hadn
’
t had a
firm
grip
o
n
her, she
’
d
have melted right down the drain
.
She an
gled her head to kiss him
.
Their mouths met in a hot, desperate joining of lips and tongues
while his
finger
rubbed
her clit.
S
ophi
e pulled back, her breath coming in heavy gulps.
H
e
’
d
barely beg
u
n touching her
,
and
yet she was more
turned on than she
’
d ever been with a man.
Still h
olding her, his finger teasing her clit, he bent her over slightly.
“
Grab the wall in front of you, sweetheart.
”
All her senses
sprang
to life
, immediately excited by the prospect of fucking Brody in the shower like this.
With his free hand, he
picked up
t
he bar of soap and slid it across her shoulders and across her breasts.
Foamy bubbles trickled down her belly and pooled in his hand still lavishing attention on her cunt.
He
massaged
slowly, lathering the trail of soft auburn hair that grew there.
With ev
ery stroke of his finger, Sophie felt her body
tingle and sway.
God, he knew just how to tou
ch her.
But she wanted more.
She reached around and grabbed him, her fingers encircling his cock.
“
I want you, Brody.
Please.
”
He put the soap back in the tray and
withdrew his finger from her.
She groaned and he
steadied her.
“
Give me a second,
”
he said, drawing aside the shower curtain
and leaning out.
Within seconds, he was back, ripping open a tiny foil packet.
Sophie recognized what he was doing and smiled.
He m
ust have found her box of condoms beneath the sink when he
’
d gone searching for the matches earlier.
Brody turned toward her again, wrapping his arm
around her waist, his fingers once again delving into her softness.
Rational thought left her as he began w
eaving his magic
o
n her clit once again.
He manipulated her body until she was leaning forward, her hands pressed against the cool tiles for support.
“
You ready for me, sweetheart?
”
he murmured in her ear, his cock probing the lips of her pussy from behind.