AUTHOR SPOTLIGHT: Holly Renee
“Are you seriously just going to set there while I do all the work?” My voice sounded muffled as I dug through a box of Christmas ornaments.
“What?” he asked sounding distracted.
I looked up from what I was doing to look him in the eyes which were currently glued to my ass.
“Yea?” No eye movement.
“Blake.” I laughed as I snapped my fingers to get his attention.
He finally looked up at me. “I’m sorry. What?”
“Are you going to stare at my ass all day, or are you going to help me decorate this tree?”
The tree was beautiful. It was the first time I had ever had a live tree in my house, and I was in love. I was in love with the look, in love with the smell, and in love with the feeling it gave me.
“You do realize that you are wearing some sort of something,” he waved his hands at my legs, “that literally shows everything through them. How do you expect me to concentrate on anything else?”
“They’re yoga pants, Blake. You’ll be fine.” I bent down and started gathering more ornaments.
“I don’t care what they told you. Those are not pants, and all I can think about while you are wearing them is bending you over the kitchen table.”
I looked over my shoulder at him, and I may have even wiggled my ass just a tiny bit. “The kitchen table is covered in Christmas decorations. You can’t.”
“You want to bet?” He smirked with his eyes still glued to my ass.
“Blake Reagan, if you do not get up and help me decorate our first Christmas tree, I’m going to kill you.”
He laughed as he stood up from the couch. I watched him as he stretched his strong arms above his head and a sliver of his abs peeked out from the bottom of his shirt.
“I swear to God, Kat. I will bend you over any surface I can find if you look at me like that again.”
I didn’t even try to deny it. It was something that I did regularly, and there was no denying how hot he was. I got an eye full any chance I could.
I shrugged my shoulders and carefully placed another ornament on the tree. We had gone shopping earlier that morning, and I may have gone a tad bit overboard. Almost every free surface of the house was covered in a shopping bag, but it was our first Christmas together and I wanted it to be perfect.
“Have you decided what you want for Christmas anyways?” Blake asked.
“I told you to just surprise me. I can’t think of anything that I need.”
Blake grumbled, and I had to hide my smile. “That is the worst idea ever. Just tell me what you want. I don’t understand women sometimes. You go shopping all the time for things you want, but when Christmas gets here, you can’t think of anything you want.”
I laughed because he was pretty spot on, but I knew he would come up with something great. He always did.
We finished putting the ornaments on the tree. Me moving a few that he put on and him griping about why I even asked him to help. Blake pushed the tree into place, and I got down to place the new tree skirt around it.
I was leaning under the tree to attach the Velcro when I felt his strong hand caress my ass. It was so soft I could barely feel it, but I would always know when he was touching me. My body instantly lit up.
I “struggled” getting the tree skirt in place and swayed my ass to the beat of the Christmas music I had blaring throughout the house. I thought I heard him groan, but his voice sounded too far away to be sure. When I finally made my way out from under the tree, Blake was sitting on the couch directly behind me. Not only was he watching me like a hawk, but his hand was stroking back and forth over his cock.
Instantly my breath caught.
“Come here.” His voice was gruff and filled with sexual arousal.
“We’re supposed to be decorating,” I said weakly. I had already given up on this fight, but he didn’t need to know that.
“I said come here.” His eyes never left mine and his hand never stopped their slow movement.
I didn’t stand. Instead, I crawled the few feet to get to him on my hands and knees.
I couldn’t help licking my lips when I got close to him. He was a fucking sight. His hair was disheveled from him running his hands through it out of frustration during our morning shopping trip. His black t-shirt was tight along his chest and arms showing the muscles that I knew lay beneath. His belt was unbuckled and lay open against his open jeans. He looked relaxed. He looked dark. He looked fuckable.
I ran my hands up the inside of his thighs and felt his strong muscles bunch under my fingertips. My hand slipped onto his cock and pushed his fingers away. I slowly began stroking him. His hot skin felt amazing beneath mine. It was one of my favorite feelings in the world.
I looked up at him and saw his crystal blue eyes filled with lust. I held those blue eyes as I slowly brought my head down and took him into my mouth. He held my stare for a moment before I flicked my tongue just below the head, and he slammed his head back against the couch. That was exactly what I was looking for. Blake didn’t give up control often, and I reveled in it when he did.
After the third “Oh fuck”, Blake reached below my underarms and pulled me on top of him. It took him all of three seconds to get my yoga pants off, and he groaned when he saw that I wasn’t wearing any panties beneath. His fingers slipped across my skin. Slow. Calculated. Teasing.
“You’re so fucking wet already.” He brought his hand up to my lips. “Taste.”
I sucked his finger into my mouth and the taste of myself burst against my tongue. I moaned around his finger and watched his eyes darken.
Blake wasted no time lining himself up and sliding into me in one thrust. I gripped his shoulders as he filled me up deliciously. I began moving my hips to match his thrusts. His mouth devoured my neck.
Blake’s hands moved up my sides achingly slow until his thumbs rested just below my breasts. Right when I thought he was going to touch me, he lifted me up and carried me to the kitchen.
My ass hit the cold granite countertop of our island, but I only had a moment to register it before he began thrusting into me again.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” he ground out.
I would never get tired of hearing him say that, and it was something he did often. A day didn’t go by when Blake didn’t tell me how much he loved me or how beautiful I was.
He filled his left hand with my breast as he slid his other hand to where we were connected. His thumb began stroking my clit, and I knew I wouldn’t last much longer.
Just when I was about to come, Blake lifted me again and carried me to the kitchen table. His one hand was still rubbing my clit, and I barely registered the noise of my shopping bags hitting the floor.
Blake dropped me from around his waist and bent me down over the table. He began pounding into me from behind with one hand buried into my hair. His chest pressed against my back, his lips and teeth latched on to my neck, and his other hand continued their assault on my clit. He was everywhere. There wasn’t a single spot on my body where I didn’t feel him.
I clinched around him as I felt my orgasm building stronger and stronger. He groaned then placed the softest kiss behind my ear.
“I fucking love you,” he whispered into my ear.
I shattered. I felt so high that I wasn’t sure that I would ever come down.
Blake thrust into a few more times before he fell right behind me. It was something I would also be able to count on with Blake. He would never leave me. He would always be right behind me no matter what happened. He was my love. He was my passion. He was my everything.
“I told you that I would bend you over the kitchen table.”
He was also a smartass.
Bookaholic, firm believer in grand gestures, and obsessed with happily ever afters.
Holly Renee is from the small town of Maryville, TN where she was born and raised. She currently lives with her husband and fur baby, Luna. (Yes. She was named after Luna Lovegood from Harry Potter.)
Holly Renee is the author of her debut novel Letting Go.
During the day, Holly spends her time as a nurse, but once her shift ends, she falls deep into her passion of reading and writing.
Visit Holly Renee's Website: http://bit.ly/1HGmLCk
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1. If money was no object what would take out the number one spot on your Christmas list?
Travel. I love to travel, and I want to see the world. My bucket list is filled with destinations all over the world that I am dying to experience.
2. What was the first book you read that made you think “wow this is what I want to do, I want to be an author”?
Maybe Someday by Colleen Hoover. What an incredible book. I have been inspired by Colleen in general. Every book she writes is unique, creative, and breaks the rules of what others before her said should be done. When I read Maybe Someday, it affected me. I thought of the book for weeks, and I found myself picking up a pen to write. I never intended for anyone to read my words, but then I thought about how short life is and how happy I was when I expressed myself through writing. Colleen has affected me in more than just my writing. She affects me as a human. Have you heard of The Bookworm Box? Do you see the amazing work that she is doing? If not, you should. It will make you want to be a better person.
3. What does Christmas mean for you?
Family. My family is really close, and it is my favorite thing about Christmas. I love being around the people I love the most. I love watching them smile and laugh. I LOVE giving gifts to the people I love. It’s one of my favorite things in the world. I love surprising them with something they never expected and making their life happier if even for just a moment.
4. What’s your guilty pleasure, the one thing you hate admitting out loud?
I don’t really believe in guilty pleasures. I’m a firm believer that we like what we like, and we should be proud of it. If I had to pick one thing that maybe gets me the most looks, I would say singing and dancing in my car. I’m a HORRIBLE singer, but I don’t care. When I get in my car, whether I’m alone or not, I put on my jams, and I have a blast. It embarrasses my husband to death.
5. What’s next for you in terms of writing?
I plan to release the second book in The Garage Series in early 2016 (Official date has not been released). I am also working on another book to release in 2016 which I am really excited about. It is going to have more humor than my debut novel, and I am having a blast writing it.