Kiss Me (Townsend Legacy)

Chapter 12

CHAPTER 12

T aehyun

My nostrils flare as Tania’s words ignite what’s starting to become a familiar warmth deep inside of my chest. The coldness I always knew but never truly paid much attention to begins to thaw out just a little more.

The sparkle in her eyes as she said she’s reclaiming the belief of the magic of this holiday is what does it.

Stockings, baking cookies, and Christmas lights be damned. I take the stockings from her hands and toss them onto the couch. Next, I cup her face and pull her into a kiss twice as hot at the fire roaring in the fireplace.

She instantly surrenders to the kiss, just like I knew she would. I swore this obsession—because that’s what I’ve come to accept it as—with her would dwindle, flicker, and then fall away just like the dried up needles of a used pine tree after Christmas, once I finally had her.

The opposite has happened, though.

I want more of her. In my space, in my home, and hell yes, in my bed.

Which is why I lift her to wrap her legs around my waist so I can carry her up the stairs to the bedroom.

As soon as I place her onto her feet, though, Tania drops to her knees.

“What—” I don’t have time to finish the question before she starts undoing my jeans and reaches inside to pull out my already hard dick.

A curse full of agony and desire releases from my lips.

Things only get worse when Tania pulls me all of the way out and runs her tongue around the rim of my cock.

“Baby … if you keep doing that …” I don’t know how to even finish my sentence. The result is obvious. I’m going to come down her throat if she continues.

My own little Christmas angel has the audacity to smile up at me just before she deepthroats my cock.

Yup, it’s inevitable. I’m going to spill my seed down her fucking throat.

Tania, apparently, doesn’t mind the thought one bit because she wraps her hands around me. Her fingernails dig into the skin of my ass while I begin to pump my hips into her.

She’s taking me so fucking good. My eyes roll to the toward the ceiling, and I tighten my hold on the back of her head. My hips pump furiously as I fuck her face. And she takes it all. Never gagging or choking on my very sizable length.

When her hands squeeze my ass, my entire body lights up. Just about every muscle tightens as the rush of my orgasm overtakes my body. One second, I’m aware it’s on its way, and the next, I’m coming.

Tania receives it all like she was fucking made for me. It’s been two days. Two days. So why the hell am I starting to believe that she is, in fact, made for me?

Dae’s words about he and I being cut from the same cloth start to invade my thoughts. I push them aside because I don’t want to think about anything else as I bring Tania to stand in front of me.

“My turn,” I growl against her lips before kissing the hell out of her.

She groans into the kiss. A heady, almost drunk feeling moves through me as I taste myself on her lips.

Mine.

One word with such a heavy meaning. A meaning I never intended to give to any woman. Yet here I am.

Within seconds, I strip Tania out of her clothes as she does the same to me. Both of our hands move with intentional speed.

“Condom,” Tania hisses at the same time I groan from my cock making contact with her pussy.

A growl of frustration escapes my lips. I’ve never forgotten such an important precaution before. My greed for her is becoming a bit too much.

I reach for a condom out of the nightstand, unwrap it, and sheath myself in record time. But then I force myself to slow down.

I plan to take my time with Tania.

“On your knees,” I order, already using my hands to turn her on all fours.

With her backside facing me, I grab two handfuls of her taut ass, spreading her cheeks, revealing her pussy lips for my pleasure.

“Shit!” Tania curses when my mouth makes contact with her labia. She pushes her hips back in offering.

And I receive it like the greedy, hungry bastard I am. I taste and pleasure her because she’s the sweetest treat I’ve ever had. Far better than the gingerbread cookies she covets so damn much.

It doesn’t take long before she’s moaning my name and the muscles of her pussy tighten. She’s seconds away from coming. I want to taste it all.

“That’s it,” I encourage. “Come for me, baby.”

She does. With the same force I came for her not too long ago. The best part, however, is listening to her scream my name as she flies apart for me.

It’s music to my ears.

It hasn’t taken long for me to get hard again. Before she can fully come down from her orgasm, I’m pushing my cock inside of her from behind.

Tania arches her back, giving me the most beautiful view from behind. But I want more. Moving my hand down the length of her back, I then wrap my hand around her throat before pulling her up, bringing her back to my chest.

“Kiss me,” I growl against her lips.

She wraps her arm around the back of my head to lower my lips to hers. The kiss tastes of the gingerbread cookies and hot chocolate we ate while decorating, along with uncontained, unbridled passion.

“Tae-hyun,” she pants out when I break away from the kiss in order to breathe.

“That’s it,” I say. “Keep calling my fucking name. Just like that.” I pound into her from behind, forcing her onto all fours again.

She moans and continues to call out my name. I’m hard as a fucking rock and I swear this will be one of the most powerful orgasms I’ve experienced in my life.

When Tania’s pussy muscles tighten around me, I know my assessment was correct.

“Come with me,” I tell her.

She nods a beat before the orgasm washes over her. A breath later, the same occurs in my body. We come together, our bodies in sync in a way I’ve never experienced before.

Darkness fades over my vision, and for a second, I think I’ve blacked out.

That’s not the case, though. I’ve just come hard as fuck.

We’re both panting in desperate attempts to catch our breaths. Reluctantly, I pull out of her, drawing a heavy sigh from the both of us.

After disposing of the condom, I head to the upstairs bathroom to retrieve one of the washcloths. Once I’ve cleaned Tania and myself off, I climb back into bed, wrapping my arms around her.

She lets out a sound of satisfaction when I kiss her temple.

“I think I just received my Christmas present,” I mutter, surprising myself. Those are the last words I say before I drift off into something I never do.

A damn nap.

Sometime later, I leave a still-sleeping Tania in my bed to head downstairs. The smell of burnt gingerbread cookies permeates the entire downstairs area.

“Fuck,” I curse after pulling the oven open and being smacked in the face by smoke and the pungent odor of burnt ginger and cinnamon.

First I toss the baking tray onto the counter before turning off the oven. Then I open a few of the windows in the kitchen along with the kitchen’s door that leads to an outdoor patio at the back of the cabin.

As I stand in the middle of the kitchen fanning the smoke toward the windows and door, I remember a call I need to make.

“What?” Dae answers the phone with his usual charm.

“How your wife fell for you is beyond me,” I reply.

“I didn’t give her much of a choice,” he retorts.

I snort and nod in agreement even though he can’t see me. Then something strange happens. My gaze moves upward toward my bedroom where Tania continues to rest.

An image of her laying in my bed passes through my mind, leaving a smile of satisfaction on my face.

My Christmas gift.

The words I’d said before we fell asleep. And I wasn’t talking about the sex either, though that’s a bonus.

“Anyway,” I say, getting back to the subject at hand, “did you take care of what I requested earlier?”

During breakfast, I managed to pull Dae aside to do me a favor. One I didn’t want anyone else knowing about.

“It’s all set and ready for you tomorrow morning at ten a.m.,” he confirms. “You’ll have the entire day to yourselves.”

“You’re sure no one will be around?”

He grunts as if annoyed. “Did you forget who you’re talking to? I know how to get shit done. Ask my wife.”

“What was that?” I hear Kennedy’s voice in the background.

A snort from the back of my throat punctuates her question.

“Sounds like Mr. Get-Shit-Done is about to get an ear full. Drop me the location. Thanks, hyung,” I tell my cousin before disconnecting the call.

Another look around the room reminds me of the burnt smell that continues to linger in the room.

Though the smoke has mostly cleared, I glare at the destroyed final batch of gingerbread cookies on the counter.

“Her cookies are ruined,” I grumble before cursing myself for being so damn careless.

I scrape the last batch of ruined cookies into the garbage before grabbing my phone to pull up the gingerbread recipe I saved. The first three batches of cookies came out fine, but knowing Tania, she’ll finish those off within the next two days.

I made sure to order more than enough ingredients to make more batches of her favorite Christmas cookies. So, without thinking too much about how I’m a man who prefers to order anything I put in my mouth rather than step foot into the kitchen, I begin mixing a new batch of gingerbread dough.

“What’s this?” Tania’s voice from the kitchen’s entryway draws me away from the task before me. I must’ve lost track of time and everything else.

I close the oven and set the timer before turning to face her. My lips part to answer her but the response falls dead on my tongue.

She’s dressed in one of my oversized T-shirts. The shirt stops at the tops of her thighs.

“You know…” I start, slowly walking toward her. “If I had it my way, I’d have you wear nothing at all. But if you’re going to insist on wearing clothes, I am appreciating this look.”

She looks down as if suddenly realizing what she has on. “You don’t mind me wearing your clothes?”

“Mind?” I lean in, pulling her into my arms and nuzzling my face against the crook of her neck. “Anything in my wardrobe is yours from here on out,” I declare before running my teeth against the skin of her neck.

She shudders but then pushes me away.

“Don’t even start that. Isn’t that how we lost the last batch of cookies?” She gestures to the burnt cookie sheet in the sink.

“We can make more.”

She slaps my hands away, giggling. “Absolutely not. You just put another batch of cookies in the oven. And we haven’t iced the ones we made earlier.”

She points to the huge ball of gingerbread dough sitting on the counter. “You make some more cookies to go in the oven next, and I’ll decorate the ones that we’ve already baked.”

I frown at her, giving her a distrustful look. “Are you sure you’re going to ice them or are you going to eat them when my back is turned?”

She shrugs and plants a kiss on my cheek. “I supposed you’re just going to have to trust me. Now …”

She points to the cookie cutters on the counter.

A grin splits my lips before I begin rolling out more of the cookie dough to prepare it for the cookie cutters, without protest.

Tania turns on her Christmas playlist again and we’re back to baking, singing, and dancing in the kitchen like this is a normal occurrence.

As I look over at the expression on Tania’s face, I know I’ve made the right call in asking for Dae’s help for tomorrow’s outing.