Meet Me Under the Mistletoe (Holiday Romance Collection #3)

17. Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Seventeen

Noelle

H e drives with one hand slung over the steering wheel, the other clasped firmly around my thigh just above my knee. The heat of his palm through the thin leggings is like a branding iron to my skin. I’m starting to realize that things will never be the same between Theo and me… he’s going to ruin me, I just know it.

Theo drives cautiously through the quiet, night darkened streets, the snow still coming down like crazy. When he pulls us into the driveway at my house, there’s no tire marks. Belle is gone for the holiday, spending it with her family a couple towns over. The house is dark and quiet, just the colorful Christmas lights strung up in the windows. I’m trying—and failing miserably—to control my breathing and the rapid thu-dunk of my heart in my chest. Theo puts his car in park and shuts off the engine, and then he’s reaching for me again.

His warm palm on the back of my neck scorches me down to my toes as he drags me across the console again, kissing me. God, kissing Theo is like nothing I’ve ever experienced. He’s thorough and demanding and holy holly berries, it’s just so good .

I try not to let myself think about how he got so good at this. All the other women that have enjoyed this side of Theo… He was standing just in front of me this entire time, and I was too blind to see it.

“When we get inside, I want these clothes off, understood?” he rasps against my mouth, his voice dark and demanding. I shiver, despite the heat still radiating through the interior of the car. “Everything but your panties and bra.”

I nod, my lips dragging against his, and then he’s gone, sliding out of the driver’s side door. I push open the passenger door, stepping out into the ankle-deep snow as he rounds the hood of the car. He extends his hand to me and I slip my hand into his, his long, tapered fingers twining closed around mine as he drags me to the front door. I’m laughing as we push inside the house, but the laughter dies abruptly.

His hands bracket my face and tip it upward to allow his mouth to cover mine, cutting off the laughter and every halfway coherent thought except for ‘ Yes’ . His body is pressed fully against mine, my back flat against the closed door. We’re ravenous for each other. My need for him is unparalleled, and my fingers fist into the hem of his shirt, yanking on it.

“You first,” he pants, breaking his mouth from mine. “I want to see you. Fuck, Noelle. I need to see you.”

His hands drop to my jacket, shoving it off my shoulders and down my arms. I’m kicking off my boots as gracefully as I can with his body still anchoring me to the door. My boots are kicked away at the same time my jacket falls to the floor, and then his hands are at my leggings, yanking them down my thighs. He kneels on one knee, pulling the leggings off my feet. He sucks in a breath as his palms slide up the outside of my thighs as he stands. Theo’s hands catch the hem of my sweatshirt as he rises, pulling it up and over my head in one fluid motion.

I shake my long, wavy hair as it falls back around my shoulders, and he takes a step back from me. His blue eyes are blazing hot as they trail over every inch of me. My sweatshirt falls from his fingers to the floor in a heap.

“Jesus help me,” he breathes, his gaze scorching as it travels over my body before raising back to mine. I shiver, anticipation settling low in my belly. “Have you had this on all night?”

Nodding, I blush, the heat making my cheeks flame.

He reaches out one hand, his fingers trailing over the red lace edge of my bralette before they slide down between my breasts, to the garter belt that’s strapped around my waist, then lower to the lacy edge of the matching thong. It’s totally impractical and I honestly have no other excuse for wearing the matched set other than pure vanity and wanting to feel pretty. But damn am I glad I did, because the look on Theo’s face right now is totally worth it.

“Who did you wear this for, Noelle?” he asks, his voice dropping low.

I shrug one shoulder, the blush creeping down my chest as embarrassment nearly chokes me. “No one.”

His jaw clenches. “You just decided to put this on for the hell of it? Who were you going to see later tonight?”

I’m taken aback by the harshness of his tone, but then I smile when the realization hits me. “Are you jealous, Theo?”

“Damn right I’m jealous,” he breathes, his fingers digging into the band of the garter belt. “Fuck, no one else gets to see you like this, Angel. This is for me.”

I raise one brow at him. “You think you can go all caveman on me, Theo?”

He leans forward, his mouth grazing over the corner of my upturned lips. “You haven’t seen caveman behavior yet. But keep that smart mouth up, and I’ll show you how I handle brats.”

“You’re a lot of talk, but I haven’t seen anything to back your game,” I breathe, taunting him. His dark, deep chuckle sends shivers down my spine, and I know I’ve just awoken the bear. Finally.

“If you move, I will bend you over and mark this ass up until it’s the same red as these—” he whispers, fingering the garter belt at my waist. “And if you don’t believe me, try me.”

He backs away, leaving me against the door, and I stay where I am, trembling.

“Good girl,” he praises, his voice low and thick. I damn near melt. He strips his clothes off, his shirt piling to the floor next to mine, and then he’s working at the buttons and zipper of his jeans at the same time that he toes off his boots.

His cock is hard and thick, straining against a pair of black, tight boxer briefs. My mouth drops open slightly at the sight. I can’t wait to see all of him. Wrap my fingers around the length of him, take him in my mouth—

“Don’t move,” he warns huskily as he kicks his jeans away. “Or do. I’d love to punish you for being naughty, Angel.”

I remain where I am, still trembling. My chest is rising and falling rapidly as I watch him walk over to the nearest window. Leaving the lights plugged in, he starts removing the strand from where it’s taped to the perimeter of the window, winding the strand to keep it from tangling. I’m transfixed, watching as the muscles in his forearm bunch with the movements.

“Come here.”

“Is this a trick to get me to move and then you get to spank me?” I tease, pressing my back more firmly against the door.

“That mouth of yours is going to do that for you,” he responds, finally turning his head toward me. I bite my lower lip to keep from smirking. He raises his eyebrows at me, then growls, “Now, Noelle.”

Feeling feisty, I give him a mock salute and quip, “Yes, sir.”

I push away from the door, moving slowly toward him. He directs me to stand in front of him so that I’m facing the window. It’s frosted at the edges from the cold outside. The snow is coming down harder than before, the heavy, fat flakes making it almost impossible to see to the street beyond.

Theo presses his chest into my back, one hand snaking up to wrap around my throat from behind. His fingers are firm, but not tight enough to hurt or to fully restrict my oxygen. It’s primal and sexy and so unlike the Theo that I’ve known all my life. It’s thrilling. The trembling intensifies as his other hand manacles one of my wrists, pulling it behind my back, before reaching for the other one.

His fingers tighten slightly around my throat and then his lips move along my hairline as his breath ghosts over the shell of my ear. “I may be the goofy guy that no one takes seriously out there, Noelle, but when we’re in here, I need you to understand that I know what I want and I will have what I want. And right now, I’m dying to tie you up and fuck you seven ways to Sunday.” His teeth nip at a spot along my neck below my ear and I can’t stop the gasping, throaty moan that leaves me. Holy shit. My lower body clenches with anticipation. “I can’t wait to feel you come, to hear it, to watch it.”

“Oh my god, Theo.” I’m practically panting from arousal. My teeth sink into my bottom lip as I tilt my head back against his shoulder. He presses his hardness against my ass and I can’t stop myself from grinding my hips against him. Theo Collins is a filthy talker and it’s making me fucking melt .

The hand that is manacling both of my wrists behind my back shifts at the same time that he releases my throat. The heat of him at my back disappears as he steps back slightly, and then my mouth drops open when I feel it; he winds the strand of still lit Christmas lights around my wrists. He continues, twining the strand around my arms, then across my body, down my thighs, until I’m tied up completely. I glance down my body as he works, the colorful bulbs lighting against my skin. Raising my eyes, I follow his movements in the reflection of the dark window, the lights showing up starkly in the dark.

“Guess you were right about Santa kidnapping me tonight, huh?” I ask on a nervous giggle, my eyes tracking him in the reflection in the window. I wiggle my wrists, testing the rigidity of the lights bound around them. He’s got me tied up good and tight, though I realize he must know what he’s doing because they’re not too tight. Jealousy streaks through me and my mouth opens before I can stop it, the words biting as they fall out of me. “Do I want to know how you got so good at this?”

“Boy scouts,” is all he says from behind me, but his hand is back at my throat now, collaring it and turning my face toward his. I’m not entirely sure I believe him. He smirks. “Who’s jealous now, Angel?”

I reach for his mouth with mine, then whine when he pulls back before I can kiss him. “ Theo .”

“I told you that smart mouth of yours was going to get you into trouble,” he murmurs, trailing his mouth down the side of my neck, before sinking his teeth into the meaty part of my shoulder. I cry out at the sharp pain, but then his tongue is soothing it and I can’t stop from shaking against the bonds that are holding me captive. “You’ve been naughty all night, Noelle. Get on your knees. I’m going to show you what happens to brats.”

His hand is still firmly clasped around my throat as I lower to my knees, and then he’s moving around me, standing in front of me. With my hands firmly tied behind my back, I can’t touch any of him, and I hate it. He tips my face up with a finger beneath my chin as he ducks, pressing his mouth to mine, before he straightens.

“Pull your cock out, I want to see it,” I breathe, my gaze fixed on the hard bulge behind his underwear. He chuckles from above me and I raise my eyes to his, glaring. “What?”

“It’s just funny, that you think you’re going to call the shots,” he whispers, his blue eyes taunting. “You don’t get to top from the bottom, Angel.”

Oh. Fuck.

“For that, you don’t get to see what’s about to happen,” he murmurs, stepping back away from me. He pushes on my shoulders until I’m no longer on my knees, but resting with my butt on the backs of my heels. My heart picks up it’s pounding in my chest. “The more you brat, Noelle, the harder this is going to be for you.”

I watch as he walks away, back toward the door. He plucks a scarf from the row of hooks by the door, sliding the soft material through his fingers as he returns, standing behind me again. He tips my head back, leaning over me to kiss me fiercely again, leaving me breathless. Then he’s sliding the scarf over my eyes, securing it behind my head so that I’m completely blindfolded, and the only thing I can do is listen, now. It’s terrifying and thrilling, handing him this power over me.

My ears strain, listening for him. The rustle of fabric, and then the sound of skin on skin, a low groan. My mouth parts, and my imagination goes haywire. Is he stroking his cock? Fuck, I wish I could see.

“Here’s what’s going to happen, Angel,” he whispers, his voice so low and guttural it sends shivers down my body. My nipples are hard, straining against the lace of my bralette. I hear a jingle, then startle when something cold and metal is placed in my palm. A jingle bell off the mini tree. “You’re going to hold onto that tight. I’m going to fuck this smart mouth, and you’re going to take all of it, aren’t you?” I nod, moaning at his filthy words. My thong is soaked, I’m so wet and aching. “You were naughty, Noelle. So now you’re tied up and blindfolded, and with my cock between these lips—” his fingers trail over my mouth and I open instinctively, “—you won’t be able to talk. That bell in your hand is your call. If you need a breath, or for me to stop, you ring that bell, understood?”

I nod again, and he chuckles from above me.

“Such a greedy girl,” he rasps, and I sigh out another moan. Good god, the mouth on this man. “Open for me.”

I drop my jaw and stick out my tongue, which earns me a growling, guttural groan from Theo in appreciation.

“Such a pretty sight,” he whispers, and then the tip of his cock is at my waiting tongue. “Lick it, Noelle. Put that smart mouth to good use.”

Normally, I would bristle at the derogatory command, but coming from Theo, in that desperate rasp, I’m lost, and all I want to do is exactly what he’s telling me to do. Wrapping my lips around him, I moan as he sinks in. His hands bracket my head, holding me still as he moves, slow, shallow thrusts. I swirl my tongue around the head of him, earning another low groan. I clutch the bell in my hand, curling my fingers around it tightly so it doesn’t make a sound. Hallowing my cheeks, I suck him in and moan around him as the tip touches the back of my throat. I relax my throat, allowing him deeper as he picks up pace, his fingers tightening in my hair.

“Oh, fuck,” he groans low. His fingers sweep along my cheek then down to my chin, tenderly, almost reverently. It’s a direct contradiction to the dominant nature that seems to be coming out to play. His fingers glide along my bottom lip. “Goddamn, you look so good like this. I love watching these lips take my cock. Can you take all of it?” I try to nod, humming around him. He pushes deeper, making me gag before he pulls back slightly, allowing me to breathe. “Good girl, good girl. Take a breath. Try again?”

I nod, and when he pushes deep this time, I’m ready for him, relaxing my throat. His guttural, fierce growl from above me makes me practically feral. God I wish I could see him. I want to touch him. I’m so wet I’m aching, and I clench my thighs together to try and relieve the painful ache there. I want him to touch me. I need to come.

“Jesus Christ, Noelle,” he pants, pulling back so that he can thrust shallowly again. “You needy thing. Look at you, you’re so wet, aren’t you? You love taking this cock down your throat?” I nod again. He grunts, thrusting long and slow. “I want to keep fucking your mouth but I don’t want to come yet. I want to come with my cock in that greedy pussy.”

I feel his fingers at the back of my head, and then the blindfold is falling away. I blink my eyes into focus, raising my eyes up his incredible body until they collide with the intense blue of his own.

“Goddamn,” he groans, throwing his head back to stare at the ceiling before dropping his chin and piercing me with his stare again. “You’re fucking perfect.”