Such a Naughty Girl (Hot Creeps #2)

Chapter Seventeen

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

IZZY

Through foggy eyes, I tried to focus, pulling myself upright in Emmett’s bed.

I’d fallen asleep wrapped in the safety of his arms, but the bed beside me lay barren.

‘Emmett,’I murmured, rubbing my eyes to clear the crispy sleep from their corners.

I saw him sitting on the sofa, next to the log burner, and couldn’t help but laugh. Enormous green branches jutted from the corner of the room, a far too large pine tree taking up a goodproportionof the space. Colourful lights twinkled from between the spiked green boughs, sending bolts of joy through me.

Christmas .

Even without my family, Emmett had made it special.

My feet hit the floor in seconds. Crossing the room, I skimmed my fingers over a branch, the forestry scent filling my nostrils. ‘When did you do this?’

‘You crashed out last night and I couldn’t sleep.’

‘You did it for me?’

Emmett brushed a hand through his hair, his cheeks deepening in colour. Was he blushing ?

‘Sorry there ain’t any baubles.’

‘It’s perfect. I love it. Thank you.’He pulled me onto his lap, his fingers grazing my spine in the most delicious way.

‘Merry Christmas, Princess.’

Merry Christmas, Daddy.’ I adored the way his pupils grew whenever I called him daddy, a hunger filling his eyes.

‘How are you feeling?’He asked, his fingers moving up to the back of my neck and sinking into my hair.

‘A little sore. You know, down there.’

‘Mmm. You took it all so very well, though. Daddy can always kiss it better later.’

‘Or now…’I said, my thighs clenching at the thought of hisexperiencedtongue driving me back into oblivion.

‘Breakfast first. Brunch, I guess, you’ve slept the morning away.’

‘What’s under the tree?’A newspaper-wrapped box stuck out from beneath the floor-scraping branches.

‘A little something for you.’

A grin spread over my face. ‘For me? But I don’t have anything to give you.’

‘Princess, I took my gift last night. I shouldn’t have, but I couldn’t help myself. After seeing you almost hurt, I had to feel you against me. Had to be as close as I could get. Even so, it’s not the way you shoulda lost it.’

‘I didn’t lose anything,’I murmured, kissing the edge of his lips. ‘I loved it. It was raw. Real.’

Our lips met in a slow clash, a dance of longing andacceptance. Thetendernesswas almost too much to bear from the big, rugged man.

Pushing one hand into his salt and peppered hair, I deepened the kiss, taking what I needed. Finally, giving in to my desires.

Our mouths slid in tandem, tongues warring for dominance. I turned in his grip, grinding myself against his solid centre,desperationgrowing by the second. An almighty growl broke through our passion. My stomachoverrulingmy nether regions.

‘Ignore it,’I panted, craving his rough intimacy far more than breakfast.

Emmett picked me up and dumped me onto the couch, laughing when I pouted.

‘All in good time, Princess. I’ve gotta get the sausages out of the oven before they burn. Open your gift. And open Chunk’s for him too.’

Chunk lifted his head at the mention of his name, before side-eyeing the tree invading his usual napping spot.

‘Come on, boy, we’ll do yours first,’ I said, kneeling on the rug and calling him over.

Chunk waddled toward me, all waggy-tailed and adorable. I sunk my fingers into his shaggy fur and gave him a rubdown.

‘Thank you for finding me last night,’I whispered to him before plonking a swift kiss right between his eyes.

His wet nose snuffled at the newspaper-covered gift as I worked at the sticky tape.

‘Patience,’I laughed when he tried to tear open the wrapping himself, eager for whatever his deep sniffs haddiscovered. Inside were a pack of three tennis balls and a packet of rabbit-flavoured treats.

Emmett joined us, grabbing his utility knife andpuncturingone ball with a swift stroke. While Chunk salivated over the treats, I knelt there,salivatingover Emmett. I wanted to lean forward and lick theprotrudingveins in his muscled arms. To unbuckle his belt and sink my mouth over his fat, wonderful dick. Like a bitch in heat. I wanted him to pin me down and growl in my ear while he fucked me again, telling me all the dirty things he’d make me do.

‘Izzy,’Emmett said, holding out my gift. I blinked away my lust haze and smiled.

‘Thank you,’I said, tearing into the newspaper.

‘It’s not much. I hadn’t expected a guest this year.’

The paper fell away to reveal a box of beautiful foil-wrappedchocolatesin an array of jewel tones.

‘It’s perfect. I love chocolate.’

‘I figured after I saw what you’d do for a cookie. Now come have something to eat before I lose all control and eat you instead.’

Jeez.

I was putty for my dirty-mouthedlumbersnack.

After breakfast, I checked my phone again, and Emmett’s, but despite the power being back, there was still no signal.

To wile away the hours, we sat on the rug eating too manychocolatesand turning the colourful wrappers into terribly made origamidecorationsto hang on our tree. Chunk pawed at his treat-filled balls,skitteringaround the cabin until he relieved them of all the rabbity goods and collapsed in a tired-out heap on the bed.

As evening fell, we lay on a pile of blankets near the fire, Christmas music playing on the old CD player, stuffed full of chocolate.

Emmett pulled me astride him, kissing me and laughing when my hair fell forward, tickling his face.

‘This here,’he said, his voice gruff.‘Is more than I could ever have imagined getting for Christmas. I’ll miss you when you go, Princess.’

The burning in my chest let me know I’d miss him, too. My very own dirty Christmas secret. But we were at such different points in our lives that it was the way it had to be.

‘It’s not over yet,’I murmured, my eyes closing as his dinner plate-sized hands gripped my hips and ground me against him, the tip of his hardening cock grazing my clit in the most inviting way. ‘I want you to fuck me, Daddy.’

The throaty moan he gave had me soaked within seconds.