A Not So Silent Night

6. Kris

CHAPTER 6

Kris

As I put the last of the groceries in the refrigerator, I close the door to find Olivia standing behind it.

How is it possible for one woman to be so adorable and gorgeous at the same time?

Her damp, raven hair is pulled into a bun on the top of her head, with a few pieces hanging in her face. She’s dressed in Nick’s clothes, which are significantly too big for her petite frame. Yet, her pert nipples subtly poke through the thin fabric of the band tee she is wearing. Her firm grip on the waistband of the sweatpants she’s wearing lifts the shirt just enough to catch a glimpse of her toned stomach. The legs of the pants pool around her bare feet, leaving just the pale-purple polish of her toenails poking out.

“It smells great in here.” Her voice is soft as she looks up at me. “Can I help you with anything? ”

“I appreciate the offer, but I’ve got it under control.” I return to the sink and rinse off the peppers Nick finally brought in from the truck. She follows behind me as I begin to dice them on the cutting board. After throwing them into the pan to sauté with the onions, I bump into Olivia when I turn to dump the remnants into the trash.

“Sorry,” she apologizes, stepping backward, out of my way.

After rinsing the cutting board in the sink, then pivoting to retrieve the bowl of diced chicken breast, I bump into her again.

I hate people in here when I’m trying to cook.

“Sorry,” she repeats as she tiptoes toward the sink to get out of my way again .

I throw the chicken in a pan with some oil, and Olivia is in my way again when I go to put the dirty bowl in the sink. I am unable to tame the disapproving groan that rises from my lungs.

“I…uh…I’m sorry,” she mumbles at me. “I’ll go wait in the other room.”

“No.” My voice is more abrasive than I intended. “I just need to get you out of my way.”

She slowly steps backward as I walk toward her until she is boxed between me and the counter. Leaning down and gripping her waist, I hoist her onto the white granite next to the stove. She lands with a mixture of a squeal and a grunt, and the sweet sound causes my cock to twitch.

My hands are still firmly wrapped around her waist, and I stand between her parted knees against the counter. Staring down at her, my hands slide over her hips and press against the granite beside her. While I know I should turn and walk away, my hands and feet seem rooted in place.

The urge to kiss her is overwhelming, and I am unable to stop myself. Sliding my finger under her chin, I hold her face toward mine as I slowly lower my lips to hers. My lips dust over hers, and she stretches up toward me to bridge the distance between us.

It's not enough.

Gripping her round ass, I pull her to the edge of the counter as my tongue presses between her perfect pink lips. She squeals into my mouth when I use my grip to drag her to the edge of her counter. She swallows her cries, and my cock grows and presses against the zipper of my jeans.

My hands slide under the hem of the oversized T-shirt she is wearing, and I relish in the feel of her perfectly smooth skin under my calloused fingers. They roughly trail up and down her spine as though I am clawing her closer to me .

“Fuck,” I groan into her mouth when her legs wrap around my waist, causing her to grind against my cock. With her arms around my neck and my palms on her back, I lift her from the counter. Holding her tight to me, I continue to claim her mouth as I spread her over the kitchen island.

Her legs are around my waist, and her back is arched off the cold granite of the counter as I pin her arms above her head. With her pinned beneath me, my lips and tongue sample more of her delectable skin. My hips grind against hers as I taste every last inch of her long neck.

“Does every inch of you taste this fucking good?” I groan against her as my teeth lightly drag over her skin.

“Kris.” My name whimpers over her lips as she fights futilely against the grip my large hand has around her wrists.

My other hand works under the thin fabric of the band tee and drags along her side as I stare down at her. When I speak, my voice is deep and gravelly. “Tell me what you want, Olivia.”

The only sounds from her are the deep, heavy breaths passing over her parted lips as she stares up at me with a neediness in her eyes. Her breath stutters when my hand continues along her side and my thumb grazes along the side of her heaving breast .

“I know what you want, Olivia.” My teeth nip at her neck just above her collarbone. I know what she wants because it’s the same thing I need. I’ve never wanted a stranger this badly before, but there is something undeniable about her. “But I’m going to need to hear you say it.”

“More.” The faint word is barely a whisper as it passes over her lips.

“More of my lips?” I kiss along her jaw as I wait for an answer.

“Yes,” she heaves.

“More of my tongue?” I plunge it into her mouth and kiss her until we are both nearly breathless.

“Yes,” she whispers between gasps as she tries to catch her breath.

“My hands?” I roughly palm at the soft skin of her torso.

“Please,” she breathlessly begs.

“And what else is it that you want?” My hips repeatedly grind against hers until I can feel her wet heat pulsing against my throbbing cock.

“Fuck.” A quiet, deep growl draws my attention from the other side of the kitchen. “I think we all know exactly what it is she wants.”