Read A Serengeti Christmas Online
Authors: Vivi Andrews
A Serengeti Christmas (2 page)
A slow smile curled her lips. “You know me so
well.” Shana ducked under the ribbon and turned so her back was to
his front and the green cord wrapped around both of them. She held
the ends with her hands crossed in front of her.
His body heat warmed her back and she tugged
on the ribbon until he stepped forward. She bit back the little
sound of want that tried to escape as his strength and heat pressed
against her back from shoulders to thighs. She closed her eyes as
his erection pressed into the small of her back through the layers
of their clothing.
Shana hummed a few bars from Santa Baby as
she bent her knees and slowly rolled her hips in a teasing little
grind against him. His hands closed on her hips, but not to
stop
her. Caleb urged her closer, coaxing her into
another sinuous roll of her hips as he pressed the bulge in his
jeans against her ass. She let her head fall back against his
shoulder and his mouth pressed against the side of her neck as his
hands grazed her stomach, working their way up under her top.
Shana was too far gone for foreplay. She
arched against him, reaching behind to grab his hips and press him
tight against her. Caleb‘s hands closed over her breasts, pinching
her nipples through the sheer lace of her bra, and then rolling the
tips between his fingers. He knew exactly what she liked, exactly
how to touch her to bring her right to the edge of what she could
take.
Shana writhed back against him as heat shot
down to her pussy. She needed more. She was drowning in his scent
and the feel of him surrounding her, lost in sensation. She‘d
fallen into an open well of need.
The soft clink of her belt buckle and the
sound of her zipper were unnaturally loud to her ears, as was the
sound of her own breath. Caleb worked one large hand down the
loosened front of her jeans and beneath the elastic of her panties.
Shana pressed up onto her tiptoes, angling her hips and arching
into his touch. She was so ready to come. Just a little more, a
little farther, right
there.
“Oh, Jesus, yes.”
He rolled her clit beneath his finger with
just the right amount of pressure. Her first orgasm was like
popping the cork on the first bottle of champagne—just the
beginning of the party. She reached her arms above her head and
linked her fingers behind his neck, keeping her back pressed tight
to his front as his finger pulled a series of sweet popping
aftershocks from her body.
That little eruption had barely dulled the
edge of her need. She didn‘t want a considerate lover. She wanted
to be
owned.
Shana‘s eyelids fluttered open and she licked
her lips. “Come on, Cale,” she whispered. “It‘s the season of
giving.” Her ass bumped back against his cock. “So give it to
me.”
Caleb made a rough sound that might have been
a laugh or a groan and yanked his hand out of her jeans, shoving
them and her panties down to her thighs with one quick jerk. He
made quick work of his own zipper, then pushed her shoulders down
so she bent at the waist, her ass raised to him like an offering.
Shana caught herself with her hands braced on her knees so she
wouldn‘t fall over. A low laugh rippled in her throat. This was
more like it.
She saw the green ribbon curled on the floor
around their feet. She didn‘t even remember dropping it. Then the
head of his cock pressed into her pussy from behind and
her vision went black as her entire world
narrowed down to that feeling, the hot, hard man slowly filling
her, stretching her tight. His hands were firm on her hips, holding
her steady as he drew back and pushed forward again, rougher this
time, nearly knocking her off her feet. The third time, Shana
stumbled and Caleb brought them down to the floor, Shana kneeling
on all fours as he crouched over her. His cock slammed into her
again and she moaned, bracing her hands and pushing back against
him. God, she needed this, the rough, dark heat of it.
He ground his hips hard against hers, then
reached around and pressed against her clit, rolling it beneath the
pad of his finger. Shana came again, harder this time, a rough
catapult off the edge of a volcano, straight down into the molten
heat. Her pussy clamped tight around his cock and he followed her
with a ragged curse. His hands locked tight on her, clenching her
against him as he emptied himself inside her.
Shana collapsed to the floor, Caleb falling
heavily beside her. She panted raggedly, trying to gather her
scattered thoughts into something coherent.
Her first semi-rational realization was that
they hadn‘t even gotten their clothes off. Her jeans were still
tangled around her knees and his hadn‘t even made it down that far.
She probably had zipper burn on her ass. Shana snorted out a laugh.
What a way to celebrate the holiday.
Merry fucking
Christmas.
Her second realization was that she still
wanted him. The tight burn of her heat was cooler now, but it was
by no means gone. She‘d need him inside her again soon.
It was going to be one hell of a holy
night.
* * * * *
Caleb opened his eyes on Christmas morning
with an optimism he hadn‘t felt in years. That optimism was
instantly crushed. The room was empty. Shana had taken off.
Again.
Then the sound of running water penetrated
his brain. Seconds later, Shana strolled out of the bathroom. She
paused in the doorway when she saw him watching her. He knew he
must look half-rabid, but for that fraction of a second when he
thought she‘d left him again, he‘d forgotten how to breathe.
“Merry Christmas,” she said, tossing her hair
back over her shoulder. She wasn‘t wearing a stitch and his mouth
went dry at the sight of her.
Merry Christmas to me.
“Uh-huh.”
Her emerald eyes narrowed and she propped a
hand on her hip. “You‘re wearing that look.”
“What?”
“That look,” she insisted. “The one like
you‘re wondering what the hell I‘m still doing here. Don‘t worry. I
was just leaving. You can go back to sleep.”
“This isn‘t that look.”
“It looks like the look.”
He shook his head. “Not the look.”
She tipped her head to the side, and for just
a second beneath all her bravado, he saw a glimmer of
vulnerability. “So you want me to stay or what?”
“Stay.” It was more a command than a request,
but Shana didn‘t seem to mind.
Her face cleared instantly and she flashed
him a wicked smile. “Good, because I have an idea. Close your
eyes.”
He didn‘t want to take his eyes off her until
he was certain she wasn‘t going to bolt. “Shana, I don‘t
think—”
“For fuck‘s sake, Caleb. I don‘t trust you
either, but it‘s not like I‘m gonna chop off your balls. Just close
your fucking eyes, okay? I wanna give you a present.”
A present. Caleb closed his eyes, trusting
his ears would tell him if her present was her patented
disappearing act. He heard her pad over to the bedside, then felt
the bed dip slightly under her weight.
A moment later, her voice came, husky and
low. “Open ‗em.”
The second time Caleb opened his eyes on
Christmas morning, he saw Shana kneeling over him, holding a sprig
of mistletoe directly above his cock. She smiled with wicked
promise and bent down, wetting her lips.
“Merry Christmas, Caleb.”
“Jesus
Christ.
”
Just before he lost the capacity for rational
thought, Caleb decided this was the best damn Christmas he‘d ever
had. Shana was here with him and it didn‘t look like she was going
anywhere. That was about as close as he‘d ever gotten to a bonafide
Christmas miracle.
If only he could be certain she‘d still be
with him on New Year‘s Eve.
About the Author
Author of over twenty paranormal romance novels and novellas, Vivi
Andrews lives in Alaska where she uses the long winter nights to
create more happily-ever-afters. If you enjoyed
A Serengeti
Christmas
, don’t miss the rest of the Serengeti Shifters
series, as well as her new connected shape-shifter series Lone Pine
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